‘You Focus on the Golf Ball. Not on the Past or the Future.’
HE WAS SOARING. Forty, fifty, sixty feet high. Capturing air was not a brand-new sensation for Jesse Williamson. He 'd felt it lot of times as a moto-cross racer, braaaping his motorcycle up a mound and soaring off a ramp. That sort of air felt great. This sensation was misery. It was a long method from the Cascade foothills of his home town of Monroe, Washington, to the top of a Humvee turret in Bakwa, Afghanistan, and on that day, August 6, 2009, he and his team were returning from a two-day objective supporting their sis squad, which had actually been assaulted by the Taliban. As they produced of a dry riverbed, the world unexpectedly turned orange and red. He has no memory of it, Williamson would later on find out that the blast introduced him high into the air and that he landed on hi...
