So this is my un-documented view of Crazy Horse, the Sioux warrior, who lived in the South Dakota area in the mid 1800's. As a child, he was called Curly, but as an adult, he was given the new name, probably passed down from his father.
He was either a criminal or a hero, depending on how you view a man who defends his country, and the country his ancestors have lived in for centuries. And I believe even his enemies respected him.
He wasn't a big man. But he was willing to be used as a decoy, and in doing so, caused a great victory.
Imagine how little he could truly research his enemy and their tactics. He had no library to turn to. Yet he did learn as much about the opposing side and their methods as he could.
He may have been an introvert, and rode into battle with only a single feather in his hair. His warriors didn't dress similarly as the opposing side did. They expressed their individuality in their war paint.
But even the toughest person can't hold out forever when the odds are stacked against him. Crazy Horse surrendered, expecting the promised chance to live out his life peacefully. Rumors he was planning an escape were probably just more weapons against him. He was stabbed.
No verified pictures of him exist. It doesn't matter, although I'd really like to see a true portrait of him. But even more, I would have liked it if he'd been able to live out his last days peacefully in the land he loved.
Click to view the Crazy Horse Memorial.