THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XX
“The men are armed,” I said, wasting no time on niceties or re-introductions. “No live rounds issued,” Marcinko laughed, looking back at the men with grave expressions, as if such demonstrations made any difference should armed conflict unfold. “We’re in training, as...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XIX
With both Marcinko and I riding inside the Rover and the radio off, there was a silence punctuated only by the sound of passing air as we traveled, the whine of the V8 well insulated under the hood and the hiss of radial tires passing over hot asphalt. Marcinko had...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XVIII
I waited for some response from Herbert, the receiver glued to my ear. That Warner Erhard didn’t trust the Agency to keep its word was self-evident but the single word I’d used to indicate to Herbert that there was a whole lot more use Erhard could be than simply...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XVII
The airport in downtown Hong Kong, literally inside the very developed and crowded downtown area, was one of the most dangerous commercial airports to land in and take off from worldwide. Kai Tak was a civilian airport controlled by the city of Hong Kong through the...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XVI
I turned to my ‘team’ and sat down once more at the table, as the four of us came together and they might understand why I’d made the strongly worded requests to Robert Burns that I had. “We aren’t going to need or want heavy weapons of any sort and no pyrotechnics...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XV
Wearing my blue suit made me basically unnoticeable once down into the elevator’s final ding-dong to exit. Business in Hong Kong was all suits and ties with mostly white shirts and red ties of one sort or another, plus Caucasians were anything but out of place. I...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XIV
Wing proceeded out to the busy street from the alley we’d been huddled in and ran toward the closest taxi, brilliant red.I stared at the door of the taxi and was stunned as I backed into the building wall on the other side of which was the room of cages I’d slept or...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five Chapter XIII
Christmas loomed ahead, as I returned to the office after once more assigning the class to attend a combat training course encouraged by the Army for its more exotic special forces units. After reviewing the content of the course, I could see no place for me to do...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XII
“Look at the night, and it don’t seem so lonely. We fill it up with only two…” by Neal Diamond interrupted the Christmas music I’d put on, as Pat walked through the door to my office. “We got tired of Christmas music,” Pat announced, and then looked at the expression...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter XI
I suddenly realized it was time to return to the base and continue the training. Deerhunter was a long movie, at just over three hours, but there was organizational work to be done to continue building a lesson plan and then maximizing the use of Nguyen and Kingsley....
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter X
I turned toward the big tent where everyone was gathering for the first class, but I walked as if on some sort of surface made of Jello. Ben’s comment, driving into my heart like a lance, caused me to literally shiver in apprehension. If McCain would do such a thing,...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter IX
I ran through the open garage and on into the house through the kitchen door. The living room was to my right and Marcinko was sitting on the couch that faced me and the television set angled to his right. Mary stood talking to him but had not seated herself. “What...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter VIII
I drove to Kris Anderson’s winery and looked around. The place seemed dead with no cars around or even a pick-up. There were plenty of collections of heavy earth-moving equipment surrounding the huge warehouse where I presumed most of the winery was run, wine was...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter VII
I had to get away from the office, people, and everything that might allow me to continue to communicate with the outside world. I was not ready for any of it and whatever I said to anyone would be a mistake. The side entrance to the short hall that allowed me to come...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter VI
A sense of great power, seemingly not entirely rational, overcame me as I felt the bottom of the balloon basket leap upward, causing my knees to bend slightly. A simple brass lever being moved less than an inch had released tens of pounds of propane instantly, to be...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter V
Kris Anderson kept moving, looking around my office, which unaccountably had a wood fireplace set in one corner. “Nice idea,” he said, pointing at it, “wish I’d thought that far when I was building the winery.” I thanked him but didn’t inform him about Allen Weh...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter IV
There was no point in asking my wife anything or filling her in about the potential mission. She would say no and very forcefully, at that. Then she would worry that I might overrule her and do it anyway. I would not. I was never going to step into the jungles of...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter III
I continued to stare at the man, wanting to ask how he’d come to be in my room through a locked door. As I prepared to recover myself from the shock and get back into the real world again, the bathroom door opened, and a rough looking man stepped out. “Oh, sorry, had...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter II
Pat came in through the closed door as I got off the phone. Her barging in part of the continuing exhibition of disrespect she’d been exhibiting from the beginning. No bonus apparently meant anything to her. “You want to knock in the future?” I asked her, pointedly....
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Five, Chapter I
Los Alamos, New Mexico is about a three-hour drive down to Albuquerque. My wife and I, after a delivery meeting at the labs, had taken the potassium Iodide tablets Dr. Hans Bethe had instructed us to consume and were prepared to take the rest of the pills in the...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXXII
It was hard to believe what was coming from my wife when she unloaded about the coming mission or training that was going to take me away from home for many weeks to come. EOD Naval Training Center was in Indian Head, Maryland, located coincidentally on Strauss Street...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXXI
Customs and Immigration at LAX were located in terminal two where the Flying Tiger plane taxied into. There was no jet bridge, as most airports were installing instead of the giant metal staircase that was set up to rest against the left front side of the 747’s...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four Chapter XXX
I was ushered into a room that had a table and two chairs set in its center, and on the table were two large metal rings set very securely into a several-inch thick slab of hardwood that served as its top. “Take a seat and wait for developments,” the big MP said,...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXIX
There was no point in even making the attempt to get to Gimpo Airport. There would really be only one place an American would run to in panic when being chased by the police, and that was the city’s only public airport. I was in real trouble and whatever the effect it...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXVIII
I rolled off the cushioned bench seat behind the table and onto the floor, my fake Bacardi Coke coming down on top of me, like it was seeking some sort of safety itself. The neat crystal glass rolled across the hardwood floor to stop before my eyes. There was no shot...
From The Wilderness, Article One Hundred Twenty-Seven
From The Wilderness THE MEDAL OF HONOR by James Strauss United States Marine Corps Retired I don’t hold and was never awarded the United States military decoration called the Medal of Honor. For my own combat experiences and what happened ‘out there,’ I have five...
The Cowardly Lion, Volume Four, Chapter XXVII
There was no place to go, the small privacy room was built to hold one human being at a time and had thick wooden walls so telephone calls could not be overheard. I stepped outside, letting the spring action built into the door, and slowly close it behind me. That the...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXVI
I stood stunned. The weights at the bottom of the ceramic characters he’d given me were not lead. I thought for just a few seconds, remembering handling the pieces and putting them into the special broken down manger scene I’d made myself in the garage. There were too...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXV
Nguyen let his Chinese version of a soup spoon settle into his bowl of traditional Korean soup. The sounds penetrating the thin walls assured that no listening devices, if planted and that didn’t seem remotely possible, would hear nothing. “When I stopped by your...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXIV
I stared at the two security men in their strange civilian, but severe attire, in shock. How could I respond when there was no possibility of selling an American-based life insurance policy to citizens of another country without licenses or permissions? My device to...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXIII
The door closed almost silently behind me. I walked a few steps to the table and pulled out the chair on my side. I continued to stare into Nguyen’s no longer twinkling eyes and the newfound smile I’d seen at the hotel was gone. I sat down and waited. “How can I help...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXII
I stood in shock, unable to say a word, my unblinking eyes staring up into glittering dark pupils in eyes that had never glittered before. He was too tall, and he was vaguely smiling as he held the door half open. People passed on both sides of us, using the other...
From The Wilderness, Article One Hundred Twenty-Six
From The Wilderness THE BULLET THAT WASN’T THERE “If I listened long enough to you, I’d find a reason to believe that it’s all true.” Rod Stewart’s lyrics are so applicable to what we experience in life today. We make our way through the mundane chores, one...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XXI
The Sheraton Hotel was located a little more than half a mile from the airport. It was a huge building about twenty stories tall with a great, although empty lobby at our late hour of arrival. Before departure while still near the gate awaiting the call for economy...
From The Wilderness Article One Hundred Twenty-Five
From The Wilderness TO HAVE AND TO HAVE NOT There have been a series of recent articles and television shows about the president failing to establish spoken or mental ability when he was making his presentations during the debate ten days ago, as this is written....
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XX
The seat in the Lear Jet was hypnotically comfortable and, as the pilot or pilots, since I could not see forward of the canvas between us, pushed the engine controls to maximum, I breathed deeply and went to sleep. The level of exhaustion I felt could not be held off...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XIX
Matt pulled a folded-up package from one of the overly large breast pockets of his vest. The special photographer’s vest he’d gone on and on about earlier because of the new store on Del Mar in San Clemente called the Banana Republic. The place catered to men in what...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XVIII
I drove with abandon on the semi-broken sometimes dirt road called Route 66, as the dream smooth hurtling along, even at only fifty miles per hour or so, disappeared behind us. We were finally headed in the right direction, east, instead of the circuitous selections...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XVII
I didn’t answer Mary’s question as I took a few seconds to consider its significance. Rick was a policyholder. Rick was the owner of the second-largest life insurance policy I’d ever sold. Three hundred thousand dollars was a lot of money, and the policy, being whole...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XVI
When I got to the station and parked in the lot, I first noticed that Lieutenant Gate’s Marauder was parked in its special spot near the back door. The second thing I noticed, as I walked into the facility, was that Pat Bowman wasn’t at her desk. Gates was there when...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XV
The office inside the wooden ‘bank vault’ style door was more plush than Tom Thorkelson’s office in the Massachusetts Mutual Fashion Island location. The baby blue rug under my feet made it feel like I was standing in a couple of inches of mud while four towering...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XIV
I’d met Matt aboard the C-130 on the way back from Albuquerque. We’d not truly bonded in any way except after sizing me up he uncharacteristically and very surprisingly threw himself in with me for whatever adventure he might be a part of. My being armed and speaking...
Musical Chairs, a Poem by James Strauss
MUSICAL CHAIRS By James Strauss I would be seen as running hard and fast, If I wasn’t running last. They tell me the key is to slow down, Holding out a bag of sand to pound. If you want help go somewhere far, To some small town with a bar. You’re here...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XIII
It was too early to do much of anything but head over to Galloways, the place that was growing to become the one thing I might miss the most when we finally made our geographic move. Despite my high regard for the man, my conversation with Herbert had been...
The Sounds of Silence, a Poem by James Strauss
THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE A Poem By James Strauss I’m not the angel of my morning, And I don’t shave to the beat of any lyrics I ever think of, But I’m among those angels, Not to be helped nor to be harmed. At least not without some warning. I’m no...
Feeding the Trees, a Poem by James Strauss
FEEDING THE TREES A Poem By James Strauss A little bitty piece of me Not that part with education, Just the part you can’t see, Of interest fun and erudition. They don’t really want it, So I’m forced to turn away To wait and quietly sit, Floating in silence to another...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XII
I opened the velvet-covered blue box and looked at the medal. There’d been no ‘pinning’ the medals to anyone’s chest, as I’d experienced in the Marine Corps. The medals and an eight-and-a-half by eleven blue plastic-covered certificates were handed out. The medal was...
CRICKET, The Dog Who Died of Trust
CRICKET, THE DOG WHO DIED OF TRUST by James Strauss Kristie Noem does not live in Wisconsin. In fact, she doesn’t live anywhere near this state. She lives in a state of mentally troubled, morally broken, and mean-spirited existence. The geographic state is South...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter XI
Little Mardian stared over the top lip of his coffee cup, drawn most of the way up to take a sip. My tone and the “you’re not in Kansas anymore,” comment stopped his hand movement as well as widened his eyes. I was surprised that he was reacting at all, since the...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter X
Regret for my conscious decision to let the artifact lie in the shattered mess of the overhead heater on the garage floor grew, as I headed for home. Down deep I realized the motivation for such a potentially idiotic decision. I didn’t need any more complications or...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter IX
Unlike the Jeep that’d been waiting for me when I flew in on the C-130 the security people would not let Tom’s Blazer out onto the tarmac. I got out, thanked him for helping me with my plan, and grabbed my bag and new briefcase. Tom had found a used Hartmann case of...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter VIII
I left Butch’s trailer and headed back toward San Clemente, but not before stopping back at Straight Ahead just to see if Paul might have showed up since I’d been spending time with Butch. The place was open like it always was, but Paul was nowhere to be seen. I’d...
The Badly Needed Emetic, From the Wilderness
The Badly Needed Emetic By James Strauss Most people don’t know that Ipecac can’t be purchased over the counter in the United States anymore. That syrup was plentiful for most of my life, as it was used as something that was ingested, usually by a child, that...
From The Wilderness, Article One Hundred Twenty-Four
FROM THE WILDERNESS The Badly Needed Emetic By James Strauss Most people don’t know that Ipecac can’t be purchased over the counter in the United States anymore. That syrup was plentiful for most of my life, as it was used as something that was ingested, usually by...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Four, Chapter VII
Saturday morning came early, as I gently climbed out of bed, knowing Mary would awaken but not stir enough to let me know she was. I didn’t require nearly as much sleep after the Nam as I had in my younger years and also had some form of sleep apnea my wife took full...Subscribe to FROM THE WILDERNESS
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