Chapter Three
Keaton looked at the passing scenery of the American heartland. The brown, majestic mountains with peeks of various colors. The rolling green pastures that seemed to stretch on into eternity. It surprised him how much this beautiful land mirrored the landscapes of Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria. The only difference between the two landscapes was that hope and opportunity were in this fresh mountain air. War zones were rife with conflict, turmoil, and hopelessness.
During his service in each of those countries, Keaton had seen men die young. He’d witnessed as women and children suffered on a daily basis. He’d watched as the land was ravaged and torn apart by politics and projectiles.
Driving through the Main Street of this small Montana town, the outlook was night and day. Lo
