I wonder how people back then prepared for battle; if they found it more important to win and come out alive, or if bringing down their enemies, knowing their loved ones at home remained safe was what made them go out in the first place. I don't have any loved ones at home. I don't even have a home. I don't miss those things and never did. But should anyone ever ask me why I'm going to war against the BSA, my answer would be simple: revenge. I cannot forgive. A race across five thousand kilometres of ice and snow. Two people and twenty-four sled dogs on a suicide mission to end an era of surveillance and terror.