There are many stories, some are true and others just exaggerations of half truths. All that follows is the truth, word for word, told through the eyes of those who lived them. This is a history of the Family Anderson.
It was a cold and wet day when the cries of a child ripped though the mountainous landscape of northern Washington state. A woman covered and sweat and blood finally took a break after hours and hours of labor. Her pain and toil was worth all that she bore when her baby boy was placed on her bosom for the first time. "He is a fine looking boy Melynda, already so strong." No one mentioned his father, a stranger who came through town like the first snow, melting away with the rising of the sun. Melynda only ever described him as "a man of undeniable will" whatever that meant.
As the years past the boy grew in size and strength. He began working with the townsmen as a lumberjack at the young age of 12. Having seeming endless endurance the boy they lovingly called "Hawk" because of his crude haircut, became sort of a mascot for the men. Being a bastard child the men of his small village treated him like their own.
It wasn't until the accident that all of it changed. As the timber came rolling down the hill onto the men below a 14 year old Hawk stood and braced himself between the logs and the men. Splinters exploded around him as his feet dug into the ground and wings spread out from this back holding the enormous about of wood.
The men grateful for their life, never spoke of the incident, but they never looked at the boy the same again. He was a freak, and now an outsider among them. Hawk was only too happy when the war came.
It was November when he signed the papers saying he was 18 years old. Being 6ft 4 inches tall at the age of 15 no one gave him a second look. He boarded the boat and spent the next four years bouncing around Europe making a name for himself.
......To be Continued.