B. Erickson

Ever since I was a young boy, my dad always talked about going to Alaska with me. It was a dream we always wanted to go together. Well, life gets too busy and things happen. I joined the Army right out of high school and eventually started going to college. My dad was stationed all over the world for the Air Force and the Alaska trip seemed like it would never happen. Then, in 2009, dad died of brain cancer and I even shared a story at his funeral that I would promise him to get to Alaska someday. WWIA gave me that opportunity. An opportunity and experience I will never forget. After I lost my right arm in Iraq, my confidence was shattered, then after I lost my dad, I lost my hunting buddy and the man that would teach me everything about the outdoors. This trip let me go with a group of guys who I now call friends and it let me experience everything I dreamed Alaska would be. All while in the company of friends and experienced people who showed me what an amazing and special place this is. I will be forever grateful for this. Thank you.