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In semi-secure anonymous realm of the Net, it can be zero-to-jugular in a second flat, and some folks are looking to shave off those last few tenths of a second from their last year’s olympic qualifying time. The Internet really is a double-edged cyber sword, isn’t it?
James took a step back and Conan the Barbarian took two steps forward. His clenched fists of fury slowly stiffened into the straight locked daggers of the dreaded knife hands. The audible pops of his carpel to metacarpal lock called all eyes in the shed to jerk toward the scene. All parachute packing activities momentarily froze in the space/time continuum, threatening a temporal rift.
Prologue:There a two men who I credit, or blame, for bringing me to the Delta Force from my state of uncertainty and lack of self-confidence: James Nelson Sudderth and Matthew Loren Rierson. Both are departed. Both deliberately approached me and asked me to come to Delta Force. First it was Matt who asked me ‘when […]
Sam’s best Robert DiNiro impression was the worst ever. It didn’t sound any different than his normal voice, but he was entertained by it, and I admit I was modestly beguiled.
Now, there was a ‘big event’ or ‘the great adventure’ that was rumored to occur to squadron guys with the experience and seniority that Sam and I both had.
Proximity to Samuel Booth Foster was key where survivability was concerned. He was the one you wanted nearby in the fight.
You know how most of us go all day long and typically say about 25% of what we are thinking out loud, and keep the other 75% quiet? Well, Sam said all that other 75% of shit out loud.
Let’s get one thing straight: Sam Foster was an excruciatingly intelligent guy, and he was moderately to heavily eccentric.
Retired Delta Force operator and Ranger Josh Collins has embarked on a 3,500-mile trek—on a paddle board.
Screaming Korean soldiers massed around us. “OK, let’s get back in the vehicle right now, guys.” We pushed our way back to our truck, vaulted ourselves in, and locked the doors.
Most of my time overseas in my years with the First Special Forces Group (Airborne) was spent in the cold-weather months in the Republic of Korea (ROK)—land of the little PX, land of rotting cabbage and burning tires in winter, land of Reebok tennis shoes and women with flat buttocks, land of endless rice fields and animal manure, land of one-eye buffalo and Kiamaster trucks.
“In the old days, deserters were shot.”—Donald Trump On January 31st, 1945, with final review and subsequent approval by Supreme Allied Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower, one Private Edward Slovak was executed by firing squad for the crime of desertion in the face of the enemy. That is the only instance of execution of a deserter […]