Like a whirlwind "slang'n", we took to the wild tundras of Old Russia--eager, excited and newly resurrected. " On the grind", went climbed from "curious and questioning" to "seasoned" and, surprisingly, "still questioning". Hour-after-hour-- bullet after bullet--focused on the lessons within the struggles and atrocities that surround the war... Rushing to the Tower to identify unknown wonders found and claimed as spoils; with every piece either adding to your discipline or strengthening you; no doubt, preparations for the coming darkness... Even amongst the many how've danced, jogged, sat, or simply walked the space within our safest walls, there are stories of a journeys taken to the craters of our Moon... It is amazing; utterly, so. We've tested our mettle against our community, fighting for rites of the Crucible--even showing off your gear beneath the unforgiving Iron Banner. I cannot wait to make it back in September--or sooner whenever permitted--and purge the Darkness which threatens the remnants of our species, civilization and memory. Well done.