For those of you who have discovered this blog or my other friends & family, who have jumped over from my almost daily journals, this is where you will now find me. My publisher, Alaska Dream Publishers, has requested I create a blog and use my Journal in the blog. First of all, this dinosaur had to learn how to create a blog, as I grew up with manual typewriters and was really excited when the first electric one showed up.
I had spent ten years in the US Air Force, most of the time with the Security Police/Law Enforcement-base police & Military working dog handler/narcotics. For one year I worked as the Desk Sergeant for C Flight and this involved dealing with the public, dispatching and monitoring 30 patrolman and 3 gate guards on the flight line. But it also involved typing all the police reports the patrolman brought in and wrote out, so many of these guy could not spell, and kept the "running" blotter going of all activities. A copy was sent to the base commander and no mistakes were allowed. There was always a lot of that white stuff around to clean a typing mistake up. Each blotter was 5-pages thick with old carbons between them. Now when I took that job on I did not know how to type and this had me getting home 3-4 hours late most nights to ensure everything was complete and ready to be delivered to the right departments. So, I taught myself how to type, with three fingers on each hand. Eventually, I was going pretty fast and had few errors. Made my boss really happy. He actually blew a cork when he lost me to Working Dog School/Narcotics.
I spent 3 months in patrol dog training. I was given a bio-sensor full-blooded German shepherd, 11 months old and brand new to the program. We fell in love, especially after she saved my life. Now I had some on-the-job training in Vietnam working a white 120 pound German shepherd Sentry Dog. Brutus had 5-kills when I got him and we got 2 more kills together. I had to say goodbye to Brutus at the end of the war, so getting myself into the program was a dream full-filled. Cher was a tough dog and loved to bite, good at scouting and was thrilled to hit the obstacle course. Now she was the 10th generation bio-sensor dog, which we called a test tube hound. Scientists had experimented for sometime to find the perfect military dog and Cher was the result. 70lbs, she was aggressive upon command and docile around kids unless a command was given. She had a very long snout, which increased her smelling ability, which really helped in the narcotic training, yellow eyes which gave her increased night vision and long coyote-like ears- this gave her extraordinary hearing. She graduated a top dog in the 9 week narcotic class that followed the patrol training. Now handler and canine become very close, almost a sibling like relationship. Cher saved my hide when I was conducting the search of a large barracks room, which was supposed to be cleared out of the occupants. One of the soldiers stayed behind, squeezed into a locker. I was on the other side of the room with Cher, when she whipped around and without a command, attacked the man was was trying to sneak up behind me with a steel bedpost in his right hand. That bedpost would have crushed my skull. Cher, for some reason, didn't go for the weapon but went for the man's forward knee cap. This caused the man to collapse and screaming at the top of his lungs. Cher actually got stuck on the man's knee cap and I had to separate them. This put Cher into a blood lust and it took me a few moments to get her calmed down while Army MPs came into see what was going on and took the clown into custody and call for an ambulance. I took Cher around she she alerted on this man's locked very quickly, going right to the locker and providing me with her signal. ( Sorry that part is classified). I found enough Mexican brown heroin to classify him as a dealer. Not only that, I found out later he would be limping the rest of his life. He received a Dishonorable Discharge, 2 yrs in lock-up, loss of all rank and I believe he lost a lot of weight after 2 yrs of Fort Leavenworth Prison chow. Man was an idiot to have that kind of drugs in his barracks locker, knowing there was so many narcotic dogs in different weeks of training. Mostly we find small 1 ounce or less of marijuana, 2-3 grams of cocaine and some LSD. Cher was trained on all the current drugs, but her favorite thing was training when she could bite people. Another handler would wear a protective shoulder-arm padded sleeve to "catch" the dog. Most of the guys and one female handler disliked Cher. She was a shredder. She would try to hang on to the sleeve and shred it, so she could reach the flesh. So when the catcher started to feel it, he'd scream and I would call her off. Great dog.
Now as most of you know, I am a newly published author. My first book is entitled "A Coming Storm- The Return", a 560-page apocalyptic novel set in 2017. This book is now published by Alaska Dream Publishing and please check their website. Now this was not my first manuscript, but I did write A Coming Storm 15 years ago. I had gone through a series of dreams, which repeated for several nights. I felt led to write this story, which is strong in character development and written in a dialogue style. A Christian novel it has no sex and no profanity, but plenty of action and display of the Lord's miracles/signs & wonders. To put it in a short synopsis, the story begins with a list of actions that take place around the world to set up the story. World War III kicks off with a surprise nuclear attack on the US by hidden Chinese submarines in the Gulf of Mexico. With a flight time of less than 8 minute and on Christmas morning, little warning was given before the US is destroyed. Only small communities are left to survive in a growing nuclear/biological/ chemical wasteland. Alaska and Hawaii stands alone, but massive earthquakes, volcanic eruptions and tsunami waves strike all over the planet and Hawaii is now only a couple mountain peaks sticking out of a turbulent sea. Three character groups are involved who are brought together in the final chapters to fight off a massive Oriental Alliance Pact army that moves across the Bering Sea Ice Bridge that joins Alaska with Russia. The OAP seeks the Canadian/Alaskan natural resources, but a killer comet is en route, which has millions fleeing the impact point of Northern Thailand. This book is carried on Amazon for $17.95 and their Kindle for $4.95. Now these prices may have changed.
A Coming Storm-The Return is the first book of a trilogy. But the next book to be published by Alaska Dreams Publishing will be my story, "Apache Snow- A Story of Vietnam". In this fictional/ non-fictional tale I have taken three fictional characters and placed them in an actual squad of 101st Airborne troops serving in Vietnam in 1969 and show B Company's movements during the epic 11-day battle for Hill # 937. History recorded this strategic battle as the Battle of Hamburger Hill. Apache Snow was the operational name for what was supposed to be a 2-3 day operation. Except the 101st, with only 1 regiment of troops suddenly found themselves facing the 29th North Vietnamese Division, who had home field advantage and tunnels galore running through the mountain. It was my desire to write about the young Christian men who suddenly found themselves serving in such a barbaric war and failing to understand the reason why they were there in the first place. During this 11-day battle 70 Americans were killed and 432 men were wounded. These sort of casualty numbers frightened the commanders. But for most of the young city boys, who had never shot a rifle, even hunting a deer, they suddenly found their sights on the enemy and all to soon they had lost their innocence. Before long, they're drinking, smoking dope and now questioning their faith in God. In this tale, one of the lead characters is a pastor's son, whose brother was killed in Vietnam and he wanted vengeance. The second man was a Catholic Hispanic from Los Angeles, a gang member, who swore to his dying mother he'd leave the gangs and straighten up his life. He knew to leave his gang, he needed to join a bigger one and he enlisted in the US Army. Number 3 is a hardened Black racist and non-believer who was brought up in the slums of Washington DC. Airborne training bring the three of them together and in time they form a close providence. They find themselves in Vietnam together and the adventure begins.
I've already written a sequel to Apache Snow, which deals with current day events in a Los Angeles VA Admin Center, Clinic and Hospital. This one fits in with the problems the VA is facing now, where a church pastor and an MD work together to bring some level of healing to PTSD patients.
Well, folks- I normally put in my pertinent news briefs in the Journal, but this blog is quite long already. I do hope you stay with me and continue to provide your feelings. For those of you who are new, I take my news briefs from Global Times (China), Moscow Times, Washington Free Beacon, CNN, FOX, Telegraph, White House. Gov, Blaze, NY Times, Los Angeles Times and Jerusalem Post. Gives me a well-rounded report.
Thanks for reading. BILL