NO REGRETS

COMING SOON TO A BOOKSTORE NEAR YOU!

The Book is written.  Currently, it is undergoing an editing, validation and revision process.

When I first started writing this book, I thought it would be a difficult process.  I read a couple of hundred biographies, memoirs and other accounts of current events.  I collected my notes.  I wrote down thoughts and ideas.  I attended writing seminars and read books on writing.

When I finally sat down to write, it was a challenge.  First, I didn’t know where to start.  Should I start from the beginning.  Should I write what came to me.  Should I start with what came to mind.

I decided to write “out of order.”  Meaning that I wrote what popped up first.  Later, I put together an outline and started to place the pieces in chronological order.

The Amazing part of writing this book was that once I got into it, the flood gates opened.  I started to remember events and experiences that I’d not thought about in years.

The book is essentially about my years mentoring the Afghan National Police.  How we did it.  What we did.  What went right.  What went wrong.

That didn’t seem enough, though.  I felt that I could not simply start in Afghanistan in 2007.  People would ask; “How did he get there?”  What made him qualified to train Afghan Police?”  “How did he get the job?”  “What was the process by which he was hired?”

I added a preface of sorts.  The years leading up to my being hired to train and mentor Afghans.

After all, these are valid questions.  I was mentoring Senior Afghan Police officials on Logistics processes that would lead to a professionalization of their force.  If….IF we did it right.

And that’s what the book is about.

Everything that went down.  Who I trained.  How they accepted that training.  Corruption.  Murder.  Violence.  Kidnapping and Ransom.  Brigands and Fiends.  Friendship and Laughter.  Rockets and Bombs.  Scandals.   The people and places.  The life and “adventures” of working  with the Afghan National Police.

I’ll start shopping the book to Agents in mid-November.  But if anyone reads this and is interested, please do not hesitate to drop an inquiry.

 

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“the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards

I love you when you bow in your mosque,
kneel in your temple,
pray in your church.
For you and I are sons of one religion,
and it is the spirit.

Kahlil Gibran

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7 comments on “NO REGRETS

  1. Dave,
    I stumbled across your photos from “grandpa Les” WWII of the Philippines that appears to have been posted in 2008. I have almost everyone of those pictures in my possession. In fact one of the photos you have shows my father in a foxhole. I would be grateful if you would contact me. I have some questions that I have been trying to answer for nearly 20 years and I think you may be able to help me.
    Thank you for your time.
    Respectfully,
    Alan Lurie

  2. First you go to Afghanistan as a part of the imperialist expedition meant to make the place “safe” (for Wall Street), and now you decided that since you did such a good job for America’s capitalist ruling class you ought to get a little bit of remuneration yourself? You weren’t drafted, you volunteered to kill. You are a professional murderer, a hit man for hire. It’s only a shame Son of Sam laws don’t apply to mercenaries like you.

    “I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism. I helped make Mexico and especially Tampico safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefit of Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua for the International Banking House of Brown Brothers in 1902-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for the American sugar interests in 1916. I helped make Honduras right for the American fruit companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I helped see to it that Standard Oil went on its way unmolested. Looking back on it, I might have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.” – Smedley Butler

    • Awesome.

      First, you ought to read the book. You’d be surprised by how much we actually agree. Contrary to your opinion, I think we did a horrific job of making the place “safe” for anyone. Especially insofar as the Afghan people are concerned. There is no democracy in Afghanistan. The place is a lunatic asylum and the inmates are running it. America is merely a patron lord to criminals and murderers. This is what I saw in Afghanistan and it’s that story which I tell.

      Yet, you are no innocent despite your righteous wrath. You live in the same material world as the rest of us and consume the same products. You are part of that same system. You live in that system and support it. Deny it if you will

      I enjoyed the Smedley Butler reference. I’ve read his book.

      Excellent comment. Excellent.

      Enjoy yourself in Phnom Penh.

    • Hey Man!!! How are you? I got your email but the net is so terrible here. Half ot he time I can’t get it to work. That’s why I’m not posting a whole on my blog these days.

      I should have this thing on Amazon on 15 Nov. We’ll see how it goes.
      ;

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