Everyone has to start somewhere. I started a few years ago writing about things using a blog similar to this one. I will soon retire from my day job and thought I might try fiction.


I grew up with my nose between the pages of books. I remember fondly of owning a lockable attache where I would store my favorites for reading over and over again. My love of reading still shines brightly and I would love nothing more than to create my own for the pleasure of stories, writing and entertainment.


This blog is to be my training hall. I will study diligently and then attempt to create short stories of fiction for anyone who would dare to enter the darkest of rooms, my mind of imagination.


Venture forth my friends, enjoy and if you find it pleasing - return at your leisure for more.

Friday, July 15, 2016

OFF TOPIC: In a Nutshell

Blog Article/Post Caveat (Read First Please: Click the Link)

What is missing in modern society and the cause of all this mess is this, “We are not in a state where everything is important and nothing is taken for granted and the world should be about the importance of human relations that is governed by whether you can trust the other person with your life.” 


If we could establish a culture and belief that every facet of life here is important and that nothing in our world, society and culture is to be taken fro granted and then if we can all establish and live a relation with others governed by how well we trust one another with our very lives I feel we could get back that spirit that made this country and its people great so long ago. 

Thursday, March 10, 2016

OFF TOPIC: The E.U.: The “Earth Union”

Holy Crap, where is this guy headed now? Well, I have been studying for a while now about events happening all over our wonderful planet. I have also taken into consideration that the Universe is about birth-life-death. In Earth’s history there have been many great nations, unions and countries that were born of necessity, had wonderful growth and prosperity and then in time always, I mean always, went into decline until the slipped over the tip and fell into oblivion. 

Take for instance the Roman Empire, it went through the same process as is nature to humans and to nature and to the very Universe itself. It has been long gone, into oblivion or history, and other great efforts of human kind were born and grew to replace them all.

Even we humans are tied to nature’s cycles of being born, growing and prospering and then slipping into the elder years only to finally die in the end, it is inevitable and unavoidable no matter how we dream of everlasting life in our fictional works. It is the way and the way is invincible.

Our way of life today is on the tipping point of something. I suspect, I feel it deep in my gut - my gut feelings tell me, that our time, the time of today’s countries, unions and governments is about to tip over the very edge - there is just over the edge, the horizon of history, a mass movement by nature and the Universe that will make an opening for a new way - the Earth Union. 

All the signs say that in order for our species to survive we all have to make peace with that and come together into a world economic social community where we all have to remain exclusively our own people AND get along as a Union to achieve mutual prosperity of the entire world, the Earth.

When it all comes to its inevitable end the only way to survive is to allow it to happen so we can make room for the “One Unified Earth” or “The Earth Union.” 

It will require all of us to come to together to agree and create the EU then take all of the worlds separate constitutions or other such important ideologies that make each country, union and government good, moral and workable and create just, “One Earth Union Constitution,” that will allow an EU Leadership Team, i.e., EULT, to build a constitution as their first mandate that will be accepted by all the Earths Unions into one whole EU. Its name doesn’t even have to be, “Constitution,” as long as the name is symbolic and acceptable to all the Unions as a whole without egoistic personal feelings and beliefs. It must embrace all of us while allowing each socially driven belief system to maintain each Union as a whole much like our United States and the European Union and so on. 

The current governments, unions and countries shall remain governing as if separate yet unified as a whole where the separate Unions, like the states now, continue with their own internal unions with adjustments to not violate the EULT but still in full and complete consideration for each Union as if a separate tribe or clan so all Unions survive but with a need to connect with other Unions making for a UE or United Earth. 

The EULT shall also embrace such ideology that will allow expansion in some distant future when the time arrives that we can once again migrate to other world so Humans, all humans regardless, can move out into the Universe guaranteeing human existence can continue in those thousands of years future when our system like all things, finally tip past and down into oblivion. 

Is this fiction or is this our future or are we ordained and destined to repeat our pasts until we finally end the human species and the very meek and other species take over the Earth existing I might add very well without our interference. Is this the destiny of humans or can be achieve more by The Earth Union and onward out to the very stars themselves. 

Honestly, with the current movement of social existence on such a mass scale that I feel in my gut, if we don’t change soon I see oblivion just over the horizon and like many who think like this others will simply label them as conspiracy theorists or just plain nuts. I have to wonder if there we others in history such as a Roman who had the same thoughts only to witness either in his or her time or the time of their children when Rome fell - remember, it fell hard too. 


Have a Great Day!


Friday, May 1, 2015

Winter’s Spell

Winter, snow deep enough to make a deep dish pizza cry. A group of guys, a boyfriend not a true friend, a girlfriend who just wanted the boyfriend to love her and a Marine with integrity and a willingness to step up when the need arises.

A mixture influenced by group dynamics and the expectation of sex and violence.

An episodic sexual encounter leaving a women exposed and vulnerable.

A moment in time that would change everyone's life.

A gathering of forces that would create a dangerous mixture leading to one way of life or another. Except the moral fiber that led to just one group member to take charge and redirect the group toward a morally higher ground that would allow just one person the safety to leave and avoid both conflict and the violence that would have followed.

A boyfriend who lost his way and a woman who forget her instincts. The man taking advantage of the kindness and love of another then leaving her exposed to a wolf like pack easily led by their heads toward a violent act that would lead to grave bodily and psychological harm of an innocent. It is so easy for a group to be led astray, a state of the group that allows its dynamics to become dangerous. When the right suggestion is presented at just the right time it often leads to things many in the group would consider as morally wrong causing guilt that the group forgot in the moment.

A woman left alone in a dark room, a man who led the group down a bad road and then those in the group approaching the dark room with nefarious and dangerous thoughts without regard for the safety and well being of another human.

One man with a solid sense of self who has led a life separate from a need to belong, belonging being a group need and a sense of self developed over time from living a life with great intestinal fortitude toward justice and good. As the group fostered and promoted the dynamic they grew nastier and meaner othering the woman in the room until she became nothing, a piece of meat meant to be devoured to fill the stomach of a monkey whose only gaol is to hurt and take and dominate while satisfying some base need not necessarily of a sexual nature but one of status as perceived in the moments group needs. Call is a spell cast by an animal like hunting process that goes way beyond any real need of survival.

One man who moved into harms way as a group on the hunt hell bent on doing violence can turn quickly into a dangerous situation where one man could become a target of grave harm or death. Facing the growling snarling drooling wolf pack mentality and insinuating a sense of right to deescalate and redirect a group force toward a more acceptable social act simply by taking a stance and exposing the groups intent for what it is, the wrong intent and act. To go against the group, a group with a strong connection and pull and to take action to move a group into another direction when the group dynamics has such a strong instinctual hold on its members. To be a member who can hold on to a more acceptable way and actually get them to move away from this action and to take on another makes for a strong mind, body and spirit. It is about becoming a strong and influential leader, an alpha, who can make a difference that will affect the group but also effect the groups target.

… stay tuned

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Cool, Clear Water

No one knew, no one saw it coming, it came out of the night like the mist over the ocean creeping slowing, silently and with deadly intent. When this first started the entire planet just assumed it was another one of those things so they acted the same old way until the ship rights itself have a huge wave passes. No one even considered what those small and seemingly insignificant obstacles came and went like small ripples after dropping a small stone in a pond.

I wake, the new day begins with waiting, waiting for that first indication that it is safe to begin moving. No one moves unless they feel that trigger, the trigger that sparks the use of energy and lets us all know we are able to move - without the dire consequences that come with no trigger. The trigger is how all of us determine our day, our days, those remaining days as we search. The search is a constant in our lives now, it is about our survival so we all wait for the trigger then we begin the search. We search for sustenance while we search for life and we hope and we wonder, who and when will the discovery occur and then the next step, notifying everyone. Now, that is how hope stays its course, the hope that the signal will come and that all this was for something. Funny how such things change perceptions and perspectives. Yea, really funny like not ha-ha funny but that kind of funny that is more … something.

Our group, our tribe, is nomadic. We didn’t start that way but when we took up the sword we knew it meant leaving the safety and security of the town but it also meant walking consciously and with purpose into harm’s way. We once would have scoffed at what we now see as harm’s way. After all, when it first hit unbeknownst to us, we were more involved in world survival from terrorist and such. We say and reacted to the twin towers, we reacted and stopped Osama Bin Laden and we dove right in to fight the good fight over there but this insidious little bastard didn’t give us any obvious word or signal or indication that we were in real danger, far more than those so called terrorists. The terror would slide in silently and before we could possible understand let alone take appropriate actions it struck, hard. 

It was one of those weed like growths that alone mean you pull it, you treat the soil in the hopes it won’t return then you go on about your business. If you had a week that you knew would spread underneath the soil taking its seeds to every single square inch of your green grassy yard and literally choke it out and leave a dust bowl behind you might have done something but alas, you merely pulled that single insignificant weed. 

I sit for a few moments waiting, patiently. We all have become patient waiting for the trigger yet we also feel the stress and strain of that waiting for if it fails to come then someone, maybe all of the tribe, will perish. Not in an instant but within a very, very few hours. That insidious thing stands over us like the grim reaper just waiting for the trigger to fail so that he can capture and take another human, another tribe. He is also patient because he has the advantage, the advantage that he is nature itself although of a nature that is swift, silent and deadly. We all know he stands at our shoulders every single beginning but when the trigger hits he slithers off after other victims. I suddenly get this … “Feeling.” You learn to be aware, especially aware of our single largest organ, our skin, so that when anywhere on it we feel it, that is the trigger that it is safe to continue. One of the greatest and saddest parts of this existence is our daily reminder as to the tenuous connection that life has on our planet. We are reminded daily that our lives hang in the balance of that one thing we have no control over, not yet anyway. After all, we humans have the pension and tendency to overcome and survive a good many of life’s obstacles and that contributes to our daily renewal of hope, the fact that we believe we still can find that one critical thing before we all turn into the dust bowl that makes up our home. 

I felt mine at that moment, the moment that creeps into the mind almost daily as well, that moment you start to believe this is the day, the day when it all stops for you. When that day arrives, as we have witnessed time and again with others who walk our nomadic journey as well as those we pass on that walk, the moments that stretch into forever until the person, our friend and comrade in our journey, lets slide the eyelids half covering the eyes where we watch the light of life slowly ebb into, “Nothing, the void.” That which holds the beginning, middle and end of all the myriad things that make up the Universe. But, for me, not today. The trigger has hit and I, once again, sigh, bow my head to reflect within and give thanks that I have been blessed with another day to find the “One thing” that will bring all of us back from the brink - the brink of human extinction.

I also look forward to the “Telling” that all nomadic searchers tell each week. When we make one more week in the search, in existence, we celebrate by telling the story. We tell that story to remind us and the help us remember so when we find it and bring human kind back we will not make the same mistake or same mistakes we made in the beginning that let this become what it has become. Today is the “Telling Day.” It is my turn to tell the story and I look forward to it for the joy of the telling as well as the symbolic nature of the telling, we made one more week even if we were unable to make the discovery.

The day has been hard. One of ours had a critical failure in their suit. It was not an immediate life loss but we all knew, as he knew, as a catastrophic failure, i.e., one where the fix is not possible, that either that day or the next morning he would not feel the trigger. When this occurs we all know, we all come together into a tribal huddle, much like our days when we played football and rugby, we huddles around our comrade, we gave thanks for his efforts and gave our blessing for his new journey. We all hugged and embraced with the joy of life and the certainty of death then stood back to allow him his sole journey into the land where he will be turned to dust. This ceremonial parting is out of respect for that person and to allow the tribe to continue its journey unencumbered, a necessary ritual learned from hard and terrible experience, and experiences. A ritualized ceremony that allows us to continue against great odds and huge obstacles.

The light ebbs away like the slow receding tides of the ocean. The sun tuns to a failing glow that lightly spreads as the sun reaches the horizon. We gather and light the warmth of the burners. We gather in a circle, sit and then patiently meditate over the days events giving thoughtful consideration and self-awareness so that the new information is absorbed and encoded for the nest sun rise. Five minutes only for time, rest and today’s story are necessary to allow for the deep rest necessary for physical, mental and spiritual renewal. The renewal for the new day’s search for that one thing.

The group spreads out while facing inward to the burner. The burner is representative of the “One” that gave birth to our planet and our lives while our gathering into the circle symbolizes mother Earth. Within the circle the tribe represents the myriad things that made up the Universe and our Earth as well as those myriad things that are still to come, to be discovered. Since today is my honor, duty and obligation to tell the story, I rise up to take a position standing near the center, the one, the burner where I will begin the story while I slowly walk in a spiraling way around the burner as Earth revolves around the Sun and the Moon once revolved around the Earth giving homage to life itself and then I tell the telling.


The Telling


It all began so long ago or so it seems. We as a society ignored the signs but now we pay the price. We are the remnants of humanity left behind those who took out to the black in search of new planetary digs. Those three gargantuan vessels were Earths last hope but we few here planet side still believe we have a chance so we search. 

It began with a declaration of a drought. Some thought that this couldn’t happen to them or that it simply is not true and consumption continued unabated. We all began to believe that it would not, could not and will not happen in this or the next lifetime but in the end we found just how stupid we were and now we suffer the consequences. There are always consequences as that is the nature of the Universe. 

Earth has become the “Earth that was,” because the beauty that our Earth once held has all but disappeared. It died out because of our abuses and resulting loss of water, the life blood of humans and our planet. 

I get ahead of myself, this is only how it began. It began like a swift and silent predator running down its prey, it was not noticed until the chance to turn things around had passed. Yet, we who travel in search of the Earths water believe we may find that well that will allow us to reestablish human existence once again with all the beauty of nature that was the Earth that was.


In the vastness of the prairies and plains along with the mountains, rivers, lakes and oceans we witnessed losses great and small. Then one day we began to suffer loses due to droughts and dehydration. It took another decade to create the suits that would gather, recycle, recirculate and provide each human enough moisture to survive. We, the travelers, today use those suits to maintain our lives in the hopes we discover a well of water that can continue to sustain us till the Earth that was returns to its former glory.


The Telling is our way to pass down the truth of our plight so that we can continue on along with giving our due to those brethren who took to the black so that humans can exist and continue but with a mindfulness toward our effect on ourselves, our planet and nature. The telling is about remembering!

So, here we sit and listen, each of us with the honor of telling the story so that others tell the story and so on in our renewable hope of survival. 

When it began humanity reacted with denial, we all believed that somehow the drought was a mistake or it was a ruse to run up the billing for water usage and it was about current reality. Most of us refused to believe that water, natures life, would be scarce and end up disappearing slowly resulting in the death of the Earth. 

Then the anger set in, we began to realize that water was not the economy and it was the gold that would drive our anger to great lengths. We humans hoarded it and used it to get what we wanted and needed creating a false sense of security and longevity. Humans did what they always did when anger struck, the let anger lead them toward false goals and we found the best way to get there was through violence. 

Some of us tried to bargain in the false hope we could avoid it and its casue of human grief. We all thought that through such negotiations we could extend our lives and create a new lifestyle with less trauma and compromise. Humans actually fooled themselves into thinking they could find answers in a political move never realizing until death took them that political efforts died with them and went fast into the unknown. 

All of humanity soon feel solidly into a depression and despair that fueled anger and resentment often directed toward others while still falsely leading the survivors into the belief that death was not stalking them at every corner, down every street and waiting just beyond the horizon ready to take their due. 

During those tumultuous and deadly times over three quarters of humans and nature itself died. They died of starvation, they died of thirst, they also died at each others hands in brutal fashion. Only two chosen factions remained.

The first made a place that protected them while they stockpiled necessities that would take them all on the longest journey of human kind, out into the black of space in search of another Verse that would support them all. There were three sub-factions of this group who would take on responsibilities, a kind of redundancy effort to ensure at least one would make it.

The second faction is us, the searchers for survival and the only one’s who achieved a technology that would allow us to search and find the water so that we and the Earth that was could revitalize and give birth to a new and better human generation. 

It is our telling that must sustain our efforts and help us to achieve what is thought of as the impossible. Through our obstacles created by the refusal to allow us into the space program we remained and remain steadfast in the greatest effort and achievement possible to us, seeking the well of water toward continued life on the Earth that was.  

It is about the signal, nature and mankind have been ignoring that signal and it is a signal of declining health and well-being. Nature has told us time and again what is coming and we ignored nature as well as our instincts as humans. In our overwhelming need for instant gratification and envy of one another we ignored all the signals that our Earth, and its human and animal residents, is screaming that our lives and actions are killing us all.

Our human pride misdirected resulted in human ignorance that blinded humanity to the repercussions causing the very blood life of Earth to bleed out leaving a dust bowl of nothing more than the dead dirt we all now search through for the life water we hope will replenish and return the Earth that is to the Earth that was. We are failing.


As the story is told around this evenings fire we have hope. Hope in finding and filling Earth’s needs but hope that humanity will find a new home out in the vastness of the black but also hope that they will prevent humanity from making the same mistakes. Hope is mankind’s mantra. 

Stay tuned for the next chapter, coming soon ….

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Fair Use

Caveat: This article is mine and mine alone. I the author of this article assure you, the reader, that any of the opinions expressed here are my own and are a result of the way in which my meandering mind interprets a particular situation and/or concept. The views expressed here are solely those of the author in his private capacity and do not in any way represent the views of other martial arts and/or conflict/violence professionals or authors of source materials. It should be quite obvious that the sources I used herein have not approved, endorsed, embraced, friended, liked, tweeted or authorized this article. (Everything I think and write is true, within the limits of my knowledge and understanding.)

Wow, like self-defense I never realized what I thought I knew along with that, “I don’t know what I don’t know” thing I am discovering fast just how much I don’t know in martial arts, self-defense and writing. This post is on writing. Writers already have a good idea on the subject simply because of the title, “Fair Use.”

I made assumptions about how I use materials from the sources I am studying. As I got closer to completing my effort to write a book on martial arts I started to research writing and publishing. Since I do use quotes, etc., from my sources books I realized that at a “minimum” I needed to give them credit but just found out that “may not” be enough. 

Like the self-defense world, the world of writing is chock full of stuff that effects how you write especially when you publish. Note that publishing includes blogging and even FaceBool Wall posts. I will use one quote here for what I perceive is nonprofit educational purposes, i.e., mine and the readers who may want to write themselves. The quote is, “Fair Use is an “affirmative defense — the defendant copier has the burden of proof to show that Fair Use applies. Essentially he says, ‘Yes, I copied the work—but I am allowed to because my copying is Fair Use.’” - Excerpted/quoted from “What Every Writer Ought to Know about Fair Use and Copyright by JOEL FRIEDLANDER on FEBRUARY 8, 2010”

When I read the quote, it reminded me of all the quotes in all the books on self-defense where it is painfully and comprehensively explained that self-defense is an “affirmative defense.” Then upon considering all the ways one can find themselves outside the “Self-defense Square” I then realized that this is the same in the “Fair Use” arena. Granted, there is more and I have not researched it enough yet but it does make for a cautious approach to my writing especially if my book is going to be published for money.  

What I am saying is that my book is going to take a great deal more time in the editing stage. I have used my references to learn and to pass along that learning in an attempt to educate other like minded folks but I NEED to make sure that I am well within the “Fair Use Square (to borrow a bit from Marc MacYoung’s version of SD Square).

My ultimate goal in writing the book may have been altruistic in nature but the fact that it might infringe on my reference/source authors does not sit well with me. I respect and admire their work and do not want to even hint at some infringement even if they don’t really care because all my efforts are toward “getting it right.” It is a slow learning process but that is what I intend. 

The last thing I want to do is break copyright of these most excellent authors but that would include the fair use aspects in writing. I need to study about copyright and fair use then develop a check list to guide me toward creating a book that will, hopefully, provide some guidance to those martial artists out there who, like me, went so long training, practicing and teaching under a cloud of ignorance and misinformation with a strong emphasis toward the self-defense domain. 

Stupid is as stupid does says Forrest Gump and like him, I need to not be stupid and not do stupid. In closing I would like to express the following, “If I have written anything that misuse your materials let me know the post/article with your concerns. I will do one of two things, first I will correct the mistake or, second I will remove the post/article completely. 

Lessons learned: If you have a desire to write regardless of the venue, i.e., magazine articles, blogging, FB entries, books, etc., you really need to learn about writing completely, fully and as comprehensively as possible, i.e., start with copyright law along with fair use law and requirements so you don’t misuse and misrepresent what you write and what your sources “worked so damn hard and diligently to produce.” My mistake here comes under that misquote I use, “You need to learn what it is you don’t know you don’t know and DON’T MAKE ASSumptions!”

Thanks and have a great day!


Note: I immediately went to the Google images page to find a cool looking graphic to associate with this post then I stopped and asked, "Am I using this under a fair use thing? Is it copyright infringement? Do I need to ask permission? Does the use pass the four rules of fair use? Questions, questions, and more questions. I will use avoidance this instance until I acquire more knowledge on this fluid subject. 

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

A Day

Caveat dtd Tuesday, October 7th, 2014: After reading a book about getting shot for writers I have to say read this at your own risk cause I really got a lot of things wrong and in the end this needs a huge reality re-write - arghhhhh - no one said it would be easy.

Just a day with the cold wind, the hawk, blowing down Division Street passing by the projects and entering a broken door flapping in the strong, frigid and icy winds of Chicago. A small and unheated office space where three of us bundled in our overcoats with scarves and our covers (hats) pulled down to give some protection of our ears. You see, we all start out at this office with the proverbial “high and tight.” It takes a while to adjust to civilian influences in a military endeavor - Marine Recruiting. Just another day in the life of a Marine.

Now, this day is special as it is a day that will help one understand that one turning point in life that has great influence and effect. It was like any other except we arrived at work earlier than the chickens and roosters. They, the chickens and roosters, are still dreaming of the sun rising and the feed being spread like a warm blanket over the cold and hard ground. The hustle and bustle of the start of the day in preparation for going out and about and among the young masses that are the teens, and perspective recruits, of Chicago. 

No one can truly understand and appreciate the work that a military recruiter has to go through to achieve what only those recruiters understand as, “Quota.” I remember one time the Commandant came to visit us and took our questions and concerns unlike any other General officer before him. Of course, as you might assume, the question of quota rose up like bile in a scratchy throat. He said simply, “I understand Marines, quota is a bad thing so I declare at this moment you no longer have a quota!” Well, the heavy din of roaring Marine grunts and shouts nearly brought down the building around our heads. 

When the quiet resumed the General continued, “I am now instating a new recruiter directive. As of now you no longer have a quota, but you do have a mission. That mission is to get five new recruits a month, every month of duty as a Recruiter.” Needless to say the sudden quiet was so still as to hear a pin falling through the air. 

After the morning festivities and preparations I begin to get geared up for a ride and search and recruit mission at the Cabrini Green Projects of Chicago’s near north side. My fellow Marines had schooled me on the dangers inherent to this place. Sometimes it felt, so I assumed since I had not as yet entered a combat zone for duty, like entering into harms way. I was actually thinking that my gearing up would include a flak jacket and weapon but alas all us Marines had to enter into the Green Zone with just our wits and a clean, sharp, pressed uniform - the Marine Dress Blues modified with long sleeve and overcoat.

As I grabbed a cup of Mississippi Mud, the Marine Van keys and my cover strolling out the flapping wind tunnel that acted as a door to our offices I did not realize that today, a day, was going to go the direction it went and that was as unexpected as anything in life. I had no idea, no warning, no indication and no inclination while going to the van that I would be encountering a level of violence I had not as yet truly experienced. 

Let me set the stage, I am a violent person. Earlier I explained a smidgeon as to what that means but now we begin to open the door that enlightens us to what I am trying to convey that will set the tone for the entire story as it relates to my role. I had trained a lot early on and that training changed suddenly so that on the occasion I was triggered the actions and reactions would be as trained. As trained because my sensei actually perceived in me a quality that said I would be exceptional when applying the training that would come. 

I parked across the street from the commons area of the Green. Most of the building entrances were open to that common area so it would give me the most open observable environment. Knowing that this area and the building housed some very dangerous people warranted a type of awareness necessary to trigger my “spidey sense” when things were perceived as “hinkey.” Although my spidey sense didn’t trigger there was this ghost of a feeling that said, “Beware and be aware.”

You gotta know that my training and other pre-deployment data provided by the more experienced Marine “Green” Recruiters is and will always be a requirement to gain and maintain a state of environmental and situational awareness necessary for safety and security. You can’t expect anyone to enter a field of potential violence with no pre-knowledge of its various dangers along with protections because when the spidey sense goes ballistic you won’t have the pre-cog ability to act appropriately and instinctively. In ever situation you have to have the data and tools to evoke the proper force, etc. for the current moments situational circumstance. You know, you gotta know when to hold-em and know when to fold-em and know when to walk away and know when to run type thing. Anyway, the ghosts were speaking to me and there was this disquieting quiet about the commons even tho there was nothing “obvious” in my visual and auditory detection efforts. 

I scanned both sight and sound for an issues and any issues that pinged outside my current knowledge and experience base. You have to go that way because the most dangerous situation is one you thought you knew but you didn’t really know or that things you didn’t know that you didn’t know. You have to know what was normal for the Green to detect both what is unusual and what you don’t know is unusual. 

Let me take a moment to explain something here that is not explainable, it is something to experience to achieve understanding. But, this story has to come to paper somehow so what I will explain to explain the story is this, “I am going to break the whole of the situation down into a more or less linear fashion, i.e. explain what I am doing, what an adversary or adversaries are doing and the action as it might be explained step-by-step but here is the rub. All that will follow in those actions will actually take place simultaneously as if it happens in an instance. That is actually more true than you can imagine, it does happen in a moment or two and all the independent descriptions are happening instantly together as one whole while some very small instances may fall in a microsecond of one another depending on other factors. Confusing, I know, but the descriptions will be such so as to give your mind a chance to picture it in the mind in a way that will give a sense of the action and actions and so on. Hey, don’t get pissed at me, I tried to explain it but when it comes to violence a lot of it when explained loses its true essence.

I continued my stroll over to the building the young prospect provided as his home address. The apartment is on the tenth floor and I just hope that those elevators actually work today. I don’t mind the exercise, especially out here on recruiting duty since that duty tends to take up a lot of time, time that could and should be used to train. Anyway, I entered the building, passed the common lobby area covered in both crappy and artistic, graffiti,  tagging and lo-n-behold the elevator door swooshed open at the press of the button. 

I pressed the tenth floor button and the door slide almost smoothly closed. With a slight jerk the elevator started its long, slow and mostly silent ride upward into the bowels of the building. There is this soft ping when the elevator stopped with a slight quiver at the tenth floor and the doors began to slide into the wall, opening on the dimly lit hall and my spidey sense went absolutely berserk. 

The hall, it was a “T” shaped passage with one long one directly viewed from the elevator and then two branches headed both right and left of that elevator door. There was one guy standing slightly back and to the right against the far hall wall holding what appeared to be a 10mm smith & wesson automatic. Another guy stood directly in the hall directly opposite my position as I stepped one step out of the elevator. The last guy was to my left taking up the same position as the first guy but at the opposite side hallway wall. The guy in front and to my left both wore large shirt jackets with liners that hung down to just about the upper thigh area. 

The first guy on my right with the S&W held the gun straight out and cantered forty-five degrees, just like in the movies where the gangster thinks holding a handgun, especially an auto, at this angle is cool. He is also standing flatfooted, feet parallel and his right shoulder braced against the wall holding that firearm straight out, elbow locked.

The other two are standing in a neutral position with feet shoulder width apart, shoulders parallel facing me and hands and arms down by their sides. None of these guys is in a position to apply any physical power so one could assume they are dependent on getting a freeze because of the gun held by the first guy. It was then I noticed both the second and third guy do the “John Wayne shrug with forearms hitching up the waist as if pulling up their trousers.” I just assumed they were doing a weapons check.

The guy with the gun remained steady while the other two looked left, right and behind to check for witnesses and listening for the sound of a door, any door, opening. Remember, this took all of a millisecond to register in my mind and we can assume with the presence of three guys and the gun that my mind and body were working overtime and flooding with all kinds of chemicals. It was then I consciously looked at the two on the left, then down toward the floor to check and gauge distances then I rotated my head slightly to put my gaze on the gunman. With no movement from the other two after the weapons check, i.e. the shrug would let the forearms feel the position, other than returning the arms down by their sides I reasoned that I had a few seconds, max, to take care of the gunman and then address the other two. 

Since the shirts were out and down I made the now correct assumption that they would need to do the two hand draw to pull the weapon, raise them up in my direction, take sloppy aim and then fire. The time it takes for the arms to raise up, one to pull up the shirt and the other to grasp and pull the gun from that tangle of the waistband, raise it up, aim it and pull the triggers would mean about two or three-seconds approximately to get the job done. With some other factors taken on my part I felt that I could force them to drop back in the loop one or two steps giving me a bit more time. Their positions and distance also gave me time because if they just went physical their stance and position made for extra moves to get the momentum of their bodies moving in my direction. Plenty of time.

The gunman stated to say something and that meant his mind just shifted away from the gun. Add in that he decided to gesture with his gun hand to emphasis his words took the point off of me so that was when I moved. 

I stepped off with my left foot while moving off the gunman’s center and out of line for the shot, stepping forward at an thirty to forty-five degree angle also shifting me toward the other two resulting in their surprise and stepping or stumbling back a step or two, more time. I reached up with my right, grasped the top of the weapon, continued toward the gunman a step with the right foot, bent-twisted the gun causing the gunman to release the weapon, stepping back and to a position of power with the left foot taking me back a step away from the other two, raising the weapon while the other two did exactly what I predicted by starting the two handed gangster draw. 

The gunman reached with his gun-hand, now empty of a gun, and reached behind his right hip, I heard a click and saw a glint of metal so I took the first shot. I then shifted around counter clock wise and shifted the weapon along that horizontal plane taking point at the second guy, shot, shifted to the third and shot one more time. 

Knowing full well that a single shot doesn’t always mean, a downed adversary, I started to move to my left and around forward to keep my body moving until I could scan and shift with the weapon acting as a pointed finger moving from target to target assessing damage and adversaries viability to continue the attack. I help back the urge to keep pumping bullets into these bozo’s but also kept my head in the game by not taking any more shots or actions unless the level of danger, i.e. the ability and means to continue the attack at a high level of force, remained high enough to warrant additional expanse of ammunition. It also occurred to me that if the weapon actually was not fully loaded my continued movement would make a counter by these three knowing they are also holding on the three separate bullets would give me an advantage to continue the assessment of danger, etc. 

Upon seeing the three down on the ground and making no overt moves to reach for weapons I took a moment to go  from adversary to adversary reaching under the shirts and removing the guns as well as removing a folding knife from the original gunman placing the weapons next to the now closed elevator door so I could wait the arrival of ambulances, medics and of course, the police - assuming with gunshots fired they would venture into this building without first getting support from their tactical swat team.

I kept the weapon, after checking the mag and pipe, by my side and positioned myself to observe the three adversaries as well as doors to the apartments and that door to the building stairwell just in case the authorities or other adversaries arrived. 

My uniform actually saved me the discomfort of being shot on sight. Even tho someone called since no one actually stuck their heads out any doors I can assume they, as the authorities, didn’t know anyone other than guys like those on the floor were involved. Remember, there were no cell phones in those days so calls had to be made by hard lines, i.e. home phones or phone booths, etc.

Three guys down, no personal injuries and the only after effects so far is the normal effects of the flood, the adrenal rushes, etc. I was happy and surprised that the effects were not a lot stronger. I realized that I actually began combat breathing and held on to that until my body seemed normal. My scans and shifting body may have contributed toward a lessor impact of those natural chemicals that flood the body in moments of extreme danger. I also am thrilled that my training and knowledge contributed toward keeping the amount of applied force to within acceptable and levels easily articulated to authorities. 

Actually the before and during of this event seemed, on the surface since there are effects that would distort things in the heat of the moment, fairly stable so that I had some time before the arrival of a lot of folks to go over in my mind the details of events to see if any of it warranted more time so the effects of the flood could dissipate allowing the normal mind to collect, collate and analyzes events before I had to start talking. I also wanted to be ready since I would provide cooperation to the authorities by pointing out evidence and adversaries, etc. while holding back until I contacted the Marine main command to get a lawyer here so I could fully cooperate and give statement. I realized as I was considering such things that I was actually handling things well and that my mind was working apparently at normal levels. I would have thought, for my first time in a violent conflict, that my mind would be chattering away like a newly laid teen getting it for the first time. I guess all things considered, I was very lucky but felt calm and in control I would verify that when I got copies of reports, statements and pictures from the investigation. I also could come to realize that although the before and during went really well that it was critical that the after remain steadfast, correct, concise and true to reality would be the more challenging effort of the entire incident. 

I begin to hear a faint sound that became sirens as they approached the Greens. It would be another five minutes until they came though the doors and possiby through the elevator so I positioned myself ready to relinquish the weapon when the entered. I remember how my sense trained me to act and react when this type of encounter happened so that flashed through my mind when the far hall stair door popped open about two inches and the barrel of an automatic weapon slide out into view. I slowly stooped down, laid the weapon on the floor behind my feet farthest from any adversary even tho they were not moving or going anywhere, you know, better safe than sorry and it would present to the authorities a weapon not easily accessed by me. I then raised my hands over my head, knelt down, and then placed my hands behind my head fingers interlaced, sat back on my heels and waited.





Friday, September 5, 2014

Humble Beginnings

He was a spiritual man who had been practicing his are for over sixty years. I started with him around the age of thirteen. The Ole Man, as I called him and he took as a compliment, said the first day of your teen years is a good time to start studying the world, nature and in general the Universe. Much like other spiritually minded people he did meditation, both sitting and moving, that involved many esoteric things. I was intrigued even at that young age. I suspect it was because, deep down inside me, I was an introvert who suffered from simply being around folks.

The funny thing tho is I felt comfortable around the ole-man. I guess now I sensed something peaceful and harmonious about him back then and more so today almost forty years later. It wasn’t until I had trained under him for thirteen years did I come to realize what lay underneath that harmonious spirit. I will get back to that but this is my story, not the ole-man’s.

As I said, it took about thirteen years for reality of what I got into when I joined up with him and that has lead me to be the violent but humble man I am today and it was that which lead me to be the force of nature I became. You might say this is a bit egoistic me telling you this and far and away from being a humble person but it is a story and to get you the full and complete picture of said story you need to hear it all. At least all that I am willing to tell at this juncture in our journey together. It won’t take thirteen years for me to tell that part and you will get a sense as this part of the story continues. 

In those first thirteen years a lot went on and today I now understand why the ole-man made me take that journey when like most he could have skipped all that and took me directly to that end result. It would have been quicker but I know now that my flame would have burned a lot faster than it has and I would not be here today telling this story.

His meditations really allowed a young mind like mine to find a more peaceful state that remained in each moment as it would flirt and fly through my time and that would be of great importance later when something unique and real began to happen. In the beginning the ole-man wanted me to learn how to be still, both in body and mind, so that my spirit would connect to the Universe. Come on, stick around man because this esoteric Asian sage like statement isn’t really out there and it will come together as the story continues. It is also an example why the ole-man took me on and trained me the way he did. Oh, before I go on, the ole-man is still going strong and I am now sixty, funny ain’t it?

Some of my fundamental lessons were in a quiet place sitting in a meditation seated position where the method was as important as all the other stuff that followed those thirteen years. They would be the key to unlock all the other stuff that followed in those years after the first thirteen. If you are familiar with the Japanese tea ceremony you might understand that from the moment one enters the tea garden, through it, approaching the tea room, entering, sitting and the process of being served or serving the tea, after, leaving, moving in reverse to leave the garden and exiting. Every little detail of that alone took me many years to learn and correctly execute. 

Each day included how some minute change would change the dynamics of the entire process. Whether we sat seiza or kiza meant we created a different approach to the meditation and the mind-state both in the processes of and the after feelings and so on of that particular session. It was dynamic, chaotic yet full of rhythm, cadence and patterns that would lead to many different paths along this journey. 

Take sitting seiza vs. kiza, the difference is merely how one sits with the buttocks resting either on the heels with the feet stretched out vs. with the feet higher and the toes curled under. Just this difference changed the entire dynamics of mokuso, being a term for meditation. 

What the ole-man taught first seemed easy to follow since it set a pattern that once learned allowed you to continue without thought then he began to insert thoughts into the process. Those thoughts were about the movements when doing moving meditation. Oh, I didn’t tell you about moving mediation but if you are familiar with martial arts, as many are, you will recognize them as basics, kata and drills. It would be easy at this point in the story to say, it were bunkai, but actually it was that then more - it gets a skosh complicated but we will cover that in the future tellings as well.

Don’t you worry none cause this story is not going to be that long since all I need to get across to you is an outline of the process I gladly followed from the ole-man so I could reach that point where things go really boring and really interesting all in one very chaotic moment at the end of that thirteen year learning curve. The curve got a lot sharper and the path became confusing like trying to interpret an ancient Zen koan. 

Let me say to those who are familiar with martial arts or any combative discipline like them this process looks, feels, and sometime is a typical classical and traditional martial system but that ends quickly at the end of that first thirteen years. We’ll get there just like any drive to another place and time similar to taking that long awaited vacation during the summer to some seemingly exotic local like the cliffs off the San Francisco coastline where the East meets the West by the gently ebb and flow of the ocean tides of the Pacific. 


To be continued …..