Man last night I got to be around some heroes. I was in a group with some injured war heros and even though some were missing a limb, etc. you would have never known. In fact I was told one had lost a leg but do not know which one it was. There was one big man (biggest man I've ever seen in person) who'd lost an eye but he shot a deer yesterday. No pussies here. Some bad asses. There was an eerie silence about them that exuded confidence. It all started Thursday on the way home from work when I got a call. I was asked if I would cook some cafish on the bllezes for some veterans who were wounded in action. For you non-coonasses, "on the bllezes" is in a black pot over an open fire. The guys I camp with were playing a big role in hosting some veterans who were coming in association with the wounded warrior project. asking so I said sure and asked how many and he said about 20 people. 8 were veterans and the rest were local volunteers who were taking the guests hunting, etc. One of the guests was from California with another one from New York so we had quite the cross-section represented to say the least. With us coonass cajuns, they saw and tasted some things they'd never had before. There was boudin left over from lunch- they'd been at it since the morning. Another guy there was cooking pork grr lee ads which is marinated pork, I think. I'm not sure the details of the itinerary they followed but do know each veteran was given a Benelli shotgun at some function for them the night before. All of these guys hunted. Some on the property and others taken to local hunting clubs of friends. 3 hogs and 2 deer killed yesterday evening. Not sure about this morning cause I went run some hoop nets and cleaned fish. They called for me to go back but I'm so dam tired and the weather is turning cold so I may not leave my warm bed. I kinda want to go back to chat more because I was pretty locked in with the cooking last night and didn't get to chit chat as much as I wanted to. Didn't even get to meet each guest cause there was rain coming and as soon as everyone ate I began packing up my pots, kitchen and stuff to beat the rain. WHICH IS THE POINT OF THE THREAD, how do our injured veterans get chosen for participation in this project? I plan to ask my hunting buddies next time I see them but didn't want to last night cause I didn't want any of the guests to feel "differently" about being there. I wanted them to just feel like one of the gang since they were with people they'd only met the day before- some last night. I'm anxious to find out how they get chosen and how everything is coordinated. I know we have several veterans here. I hope discussing this is not offensive, or tacky. If it is, I apologize and just report the post and one of our mods, who is a veteran himself, can delete it.