Little Jimmy joined me
Across the waning light
We left behind six siblings
In the black of night
We went across the water
Killed foreigners with our hands
Threshed men like useless fodder
Across deadened land
By Michael Kurcina
Mike credits his early military training as the one thing that kept him disciplined through the many years. He currently provides his expertise as an adviser for an agency within the DoD. Michael Kurcina subscribes to the Spotter Up way of life. “I will either find a way or I will make one”.