The attached poster reminded me of a print of Geronimo that hangs on my wall of hero's in my home. He was deeply in love with his wife and family and a very calm man, until one day when Mexican Troops invaded the Indian Lands of the Apache, in what is now Arizona and New Mexico. The Mexican's were brutal and in a savage way, and would wipe out scores of the Apaches and try to run them from them lands. When the attack on his woman occurred, Geronimo was a changed man. He was not the Chief as Cochise was who wanted to make peace with the United States, as the US wanted that land as a part of their Manifest Destiny. Enough was enough, and with complete defiance, barefoot Geronimo would lead attacks through the Camps of the Mexican Troops in surprise assaults and kill all soldiers. When the United States sent the Calvary to put down the suppression, they too were attacked by Geronimo and his small band of warriors. The Calvary couldn't keep up with it because they carried so much on their wagons and Geronimo lived on nothing but hate and retaliation. After years of combat, the Apaches gave up as America continued to disrespect and not honor the treaties. Thus, I fear the relentless Warrior that just may lie deep in all of us, when we too may have to defend what is ours to fight for.
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