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May 14, Ft. Stewart, Georgia, letter to Colonel Dennington, Special Forces

Sir,

Thank you for your cookies, coffee and conversation.

You are one the kind of man I miss from my Army days, a thinking man of action. I will watch and wait before I make any decisions.

Captain Eric May, MI, USA

Analysis of Colonel Dennington

I asked him about the Berracha (?) church, to which I had gone in Houston a time or two. He said he didn’t know about it. I said I had never met a warrior priest, and that it was my highest aspiration to be as true a warrior poet. If homicide wasn’t on his mind then he wasn’t consistent with either his training or his utterances.

He said that when his captains told him that I had come from Houston, Texas, he had asked whether I had any photographers with me. If I had brought any he wouldn’t have talked to me. He said the public feared to see his face, so he kept it hidden.

I tried a gambit. Yes, they’re too cowardly to understand the reality of what has to be done, colonel.

He quoted Samuel II.

He was like one of the inhuman agents from the movie, the Matrix. He was a man capable of anything. Yep, he was like me. It takes one to know one.

He made coffee. He sent for a soldier to take the money, which he wouldn’t touch

Books: about Zen and the warrior, On Killing, Starship Troopers, no Bible.

Captain May, when you get the answers you’re looking for, don’t have survivor’s guilt.

Corrections: I was wrong about Mrs. Ferrell

I was wrong about the first article instead of the first amendment

I was wrong about saying excuse my French about the phrase “get laid”

I believe its thesis was that human’s have are reluctant to kill.

He snorted slightly in contempt. “I guess some do.”

I remembered the premise of the book: There is a homicidal two percent that doesn’t mind killing.

What’s black and white and red all over? My library, if it doesn’t stop the bullets.

Sometimes I think the Orientals are on the right track with their Yin and Yang swirls. They just accept that it’s all mixed up and get on with it, at least that’s what Master Yu teaches me.

The trip in

Stopped in the woods to have a smoke and take off my brass nuts and wedding ring. I left it hanging from the branch of an oak as a tribute, the brass for the warriors, the silver for the widows, and the gold chain for the truth. I said one last prayer to be wrong, then told the oak that I hoped I would be coming back for my things. I never will.

The Eagle

What is truth? Truth is like your hands.

He wouldn’t touch the money.

I lied about the woman of ill repute.

I didn’t know whether I had just me a man of Jesus or Pontius Pilate.

he had just met an angel or a devil. I suppose he had the same problem. I admired him, just the same.

A good war justifies any cause. Amen, brother.

Constitution in the pocket, like Sam Ervin of the Watergate Hearings. I’ll bet everyone from that group (is it a Special Forces Command patch) has one.

He had a passage. That was part of it, too.

I wonder how many SF types were TDY to Ft. Stewart after the Battle of Baghdad.

Was he part of a PsyOps team at Ft. Stewart?

What is public affairs? What is PsyOps? What is truth?

He knew Col. Ferrell’s wife. She wasn’t Mrs. Ferrell. She was senior to him. He said he would make sure she got the scarf. He quoted the passage about David and Ziegleg and the four hundred and the two hundred (PsyOps). He didn’t want to pray. He didn’t want to talk scripture. He had a canned PsyOps theology piece.

When you do get the answers you’re looking for, don’t have survivor’s guilt.

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