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 life, was the only kind of Mass Mutual policy I sold (the commissions paid out on term policies were simply too small to invest all the same time and trouble that whole life took to get written up, issued and serviced). I’d just met with Rick at Galloways the week before because he was having difficulty paying the two hundred and forty dollars a month in premiums. He’d agreed to hold on until I could figure something out. Selfishly, I was afraid to have the policy go out for non-payment as the back charge on the annual commission advanced to me would be in the neighborhood of fifteen hundred dollars.
A pang of deep guilt surged up inside me.
You, Sir, are a very great writer. Thank you for all the thrilling stories you have done.
Thanks for that terrific compliment Robert and I much appreciate the thanks too…
Semper fi,
Jim
That was very good getting very interesting keep up the awesome writing LT.
thanks for the short but meaningful compliment Pat….smiling on this end.
Semper fi,
Jim
Well know, you have a lot to explain in the next chapters, fast moving and not looking back, and cover your tracks!! Semper fi Lt
Explanations will abound in the next chapter Bob, and thanks for sticking with me and the compliment inherently written into your
comment. Semper fi,
Jim
Jim,
Again, a lucky bastard you were & are that Mary said yes. Reference the “cake” of life – No matter how good/great the cake tastes, crappy icing can ruin it in a nanosecond. I’ve thrown out more than a few pieces because of it. On the other hand, great icing can save a sh_t sandwich cake for a short time.
Rick’s funeral sounds like a very respectful tribute to an officer, a man, who died in the line of duty, by a large group of officers who, nevertheless, would have had no desire to be in his place. The chief (No capitalization on his title – Doesn’t deserve it.) continued to be a Richard (Capitalization deserved.). It still amazes me that an officer of the law, or anyone else, could think so demeaningly of men & woman who served/gave their lives for their country. His envy of you & them is pathetically hateful. (Though for another reason, they must be forgiven. They aren’t worth my/our souls.)
And now on an 800+ mile road trip in a 2 ½? What luxury! Road in just a few. Tanks were main transportation. (No ‘bouncy’ seats.) I seem to remember the driver’s seat could sorta ‘bounce’ up & down a bit, for the comfort of the driver. Again – Luxury! I could be wrong, ya’ know, first time for …, blah, blah, blah.
And then Brother John’s song choice – Sorry, a bit eerie. And as you said, no argument from you. A part of me thinks that wasn’t the last time he sent out a song to you.
And how long had Matt been with the Agency before tying in with you? I say this based on the incident at the hotel with the State cop & the ‘story’ he told. The way I see it, Matt is either extremely ‘light on his feet’, could quickly pull really good stories off ‘the top of his head/outta’ his butt’, etc OR had gone thru various scenarios, coming up with various detailed ‘stories/explanations’ requiring little additions if they actually occurred, before starting his “light snoring”. Ditto with the “pay cash” & letting her “keep the change”. Not his first rodeo.
Now, Matt completely took over, confidently & easily, seemingly with his ‘mission’ to get you & the package to where you needed to get it. With an explanation that produced “an old, long-ago and nearly forgotten, shiver that ran up and my spine”.
As with everyone else, looking forward to the next chapter. And why do I think that this will just be little more than a ‘footnote’ of your time moving forward?
Sorry for the ‘tome’. Sincere regards my friend.
Doug
Matt was a roady. He’d been around as a field agent for years and knew the ropes, just like the gunny had in the Nam.
One of my talents is being able to spot that and shut up, reflect and then act on what information is given out…the more bizarre the information the more likely there’s real validity to it as real life is much more bizarre, when encountered than this construct of life we’ve so very carefully and expensively created in the USA. Brother John coming at me again with those lyrics was almost religious in its intensity…and then he was gone again out into the ether.You choose certain segments of the story to comment on…are you aware that those sections chosen also reveal a good bit about yourself? Pleasure to read your stuff and to ponder on your own words. Thanks ever so much for helping to entertain both I and th eater readers reading what you write along the way.
Simper fi, my friend,
Jim
your writing is superb; the secrecy, the lies and the strange timing due to Steed.
it is clear you never learned officers dont drive jeeps
you gave your biggest clue wearing you uniform to the service
the Marine connection never goes away
The pain of an officer losing men in combat often never leaves due to several profound and interconnected reasons:
1. **Sense of Responsibility**: Officers are typically responsible for the lives and well-being of their subordinates. Losing men can lead to intense feelings of guilt and failure, even if the loss was beyond their control.
2. **Bond and Camaraderie**: Military units often develop strong bonds akin to family. The loss of fellow soldiers, who are also close friends, can be deeply personal and emotionally devastating.
3. **Traumatic Experience**: Combat situations are highly traumatic. Witnessing death and injury firsthand can lead to long-lasting psychological effects such as post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), which can perpetuate feelings of loss and grief.
4. **Survivor’s Guilt**: Officers might struggle with survivor’s guilt, questioning why they survived while others did not. This can be particularly acute if they feel responsible for the decisions that led to the loss.
5. **Memorialization and Remembrance**: The military culture often emphasizes remembering and honoring fallen comrades. This constant reminder can keep the pain and memory of the loss very much alive.
6. **Professional and Ethical Standards**: Military training instills a strong sense of duty and ethical responsibility. Failing to protect subordinates can be seen as a violation of these deeply held principles.
These factors, combined with the inherently intense nature of combat, contribute to why the pain of losing men in battle can be enduring and profoundly impactful for an officer.
Damn corp never leaves us nust like Pacino in GodfTher 3
just when i think im out they pull me back in
Rich, profoundly deep, dark and very accurately correct.
Almost never discussed in therapy at the VA or anywhere else…certainly not the Legion or the VFW meetings.
There are so few surviving combat veterans that there’s no body of understanding among most of the veteran community.
Brown was a little wannabe who happened to be feral and bright as a successful rodent.
How can you hold such men accountable for anything…unless it’s in the heat of combat wherein they must be sacrificed for the good
and survival of the unit.
Thanks ever so much, as usual, for your laying this out like this and your support in doing so.
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim
Steed’s death was an event that rocked the town.
It is nice that San Clemente eventually honored him so well.
He was a ‘good man’
Great restraint on your part dealing with Chief Brown’s parting tirade. Eagerly awaiting next chapter to see what lies ahead & where this journey in the deuce &1/2 is headed.
Never, ever, ever, let expected prey feel the magnetosphere that might be allowed to leak from the predators very being.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven…”
Possibly, the very best feature I might bring to the CIA was this kind of thought process…whether to be acted upon in the future or not. Chief Brown was a small mean-spirited man, unknowingly given away to those who might comprehend by his giant over-sized cowboy hat.
Semper fi, and thanks for a great comment.
Jim
Guess I had missed how Steele died !!
So here you are running around the desert in an old Army truck heading for who knows where now ??
Hoping the next chapter will clear some things up !!??
Keep ’em coming !! 😉
Semper Fi
The next chapter clears it all up although adds contemplation about what the
invisible players behind the scenes might be doing and causing.
Thanks for sticking with me. The Steed death, following the valley stuff, was and remains hard
to properly describe….
Semper fi,
Jim
Intriguing chapter, Jim. You have me hooked and hanging on…
I won’t let you down next week. The template for the chapter is all laid out
and there will be a lot of ‘splaining’ going on!
Thanks for sticking with me through here…
Semper fi,
Jim
Damn LT, you know how to write a barn burner, then leave ‘em hanging! Intriguing to say the least! And having driven those 6×6’s, I can certainly empathize! Thanks for a fantastic chapter!!
Driving a deuce in the dessert was amazingly satisfying, as well as cruising
against convention and running from the law at the time. Even now I smile in
remembering the time. I needed the adventure and still do, and much enjoyed being
stupefied half the time about what was and might be really going on.
Thanks for the neat comment, as usual.
Semper fi
Jim
Jim, you are one hell of a story teller of the life you’ve lived. It’s unbelievable what you’ve done and seen and the people you’ve been involved with. Did you ever have a since of being involved in historical happenings, or more just trying to survive? I’ve been reading you since chapter one of the first thirty days. I look forward to each new chapter, it’s the first thing I read when it shows up. Thank you for writing your story and your service to our country.
Les, thanks a lot for that very complimentary post.
I love this great country and always have supported it, right and wrong.
I’ve never faltered there. I could never do the ‘Vietnam Veterans Against the War,’ thing like John Kerry did.
He was the real deal combat guy too but sort of fell away in patriotism by taking that public stand.
We have to depend on our leaders to know so very much more than we do and also the simple fact that they cannot tell us much of what they know that causes them to make decisions.
It has been an interesting ‘run’ that’s for sure and I’m glad that I was accidentally led into start writing about by Chuck Bartok or none of this would ever have been written down.
Semper fi, and I appreciate the hell out of you…
Jim
What a confusing chapter. The for the birthday gift if this very confusing chapter
I will reel you back in next chapter Charles. Did not know it was your birthday. My own just sort of slipped right
on by, which is how it is many times at my age. You will come to understand what happened in detail
next week. Thanks for being such a great and loyal reader and fan.
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim
Holy crap, Jim, the twists and turns just keep coming. Another great chapter.
Clay
Thanks for the great short compliment, Clay.
The twists and turns that came at me, and then some of which I was causal in making come at me, are nearly unbelievable.
Out there in the desert in that truck flying through the night still remains with me in reverie…with a smile.
There was no terror in that night and the kind of fear I might have felt converted to adventure instead.
Strange time.
Semper fi,
Jim
I am not sure what year this is written to be in but before about 1975 most of the highway thru AZ from Albuq to Calif was Rt66. Traveled it a lot to OCIR and back.
I look forward to each episode with joy.
A1C Benjamin
Only parts of the Interstate were done, hence all the little side roads that didn’t even have proper on and off ramps yet.
And then there was Route 66 running sometimes in parallel or in complete substitution. You are correct.
Semper fi,
Jim
Matt says: ““Get in and get us out of here and onto the highway headed back west while I read the map to find a road off of it that’ll take us north or south.” …
You then write: I got the truck onto I-40 headed east and floorboard the gas pedal.
Suggested edit: I got the truck onto I-40 headed west and floorboarded the gas pedal.
Yes, edit being made. I sometimes get confused today, although not back then when there
was a lot on the line, and having the mixed guidance of another gunny type as my partner.
Thanks or the help.
Semper fi,
Jim
OK, I had time to put down some edit suggestions.
the commissions paid out on term policies were simply too small to invest all the same time and trouble that whole life took to get written up
“What’s the matter?” my wife asked, but there was no way I would tell her why I was no doubt looking like hell.
Hell had come to the department and Scruggs was doing his best to do his part; as the world up on the hill was likely a nightmare.
Had Steed died in the line of duty, although it sure sounded like he had?
I replaced the phone on the side table, threw on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt,
bad tasting frosting layered atop the ‘cake’ of my future which was tilting and cracking
having finally found it in the bottom of one of my desk drawers.
Rick Steed, former Marine that he was, had never served there or in combat at all.
I didn’t trust myself at first either but after about an hour,
I turned the radio up once I got on the right frequency modulation
hung back then, as now, on a hook of home I might never be able to describe
The lyrics to Brother John’s selection of the new song called Hotel California
which meant it’d be clean and possessed of a pool.
Great story, I love reading your stuff.
Thanks most sincerely for the help here.
Without DanC and some others like you I’d be lost in the wilderness…
or still out there in that damned desert.
Chuck will make the changes, all so valid and seemingly obvious…
but not this afternoon.
Cannot tell you how much this helps me with the next chapter.
Semper fi,
Jim
The Memorial on Steeds death is still very active and probably makes more sense today as then…the anonymous one especially!
I say again Chief Brown needs to be tethered and taught!
The shock in anti war sSoCal must have been like Sharon Tate: violent deaths were supposed to happen over there…
Great move to pull us on to NewMexico! Everyone who has ever stopped at one of those no-tell motels in he middle of the night in the middle of nowhere know!
Colonel Homan, another of your penetrating posts and I much enjoyed reading it, and then again.
Steed was particularly hard for me because I was his commander, once again, and I helped train and then place him in the regular patrol…where he promptly gets killed.
What if I’d just ignored him and moved on?
Those are the late-night thoughts that plague anyone, including me, left in such position.
I made him buy the life insurance policy and then went back and made him pay the premium when he was running out of
money…like I somehow knew or unwittingly predicted about his coming death.
Strange times in a strange place…
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim
Hey, Jim. Intriguing chapter! And Matt seems to know a helluva lot about everything. Hope the next chapter comes quickly, as I feel as though I am standing on a ledge forty stories up, wondering how I got there and who locked the window on me.
Many thanks for the call – will probably change my life for the better.
Craig, just wanted you to know that you are not alone going through what you are going through.
Being alone, or almost alone, in such circumstance can actually be worse than the affliction
no matter what it is. You have my number now so you can call it at any time you feel like it.
Thanks for the waiting and looking forward to a particularly revealing chapter on the way.
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim
i got lost in that chapter , i hope the cop got lost too !
Thanks for the well wishing here, Bill. You will find out all in the coming chapter.
Thans for waiting, and for the neat comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
JIm,
Most happy to see that TCL rides again (literally–since you are on the road–and figuratively). This chapter was as gripping as all the others have been.
I agree with H. Kemp that the basic explanation of what happened to cause Rick’s untimely death is sorta left in the air.
The police officer…was he a REAL one, or someone pretending to be one and who had some nefarious purpose to interdict the ‘package’ being transported? Or was it just your dumb luck the officer happened to arrive right after you parked? A good police officer should have put two and two together about the ‘story’ of you just stopping to ask directions to some diesel fuel station and not wanting to spend the night. And why would it take two of you to go in just to ask for directions for fuel? Also, odd that the officer did not ask for ID from you two, or notice the clerk holding a $100 bill, and Matt writing the phone number on the back of the form the hotel gives for guests to fill out. By the way, it seems you never got any fuel before you hit the road again–which will no doubt add to your troubles. As always, I will stay tuned and ride along with you in deuce-and-a-half in your next chapter while you endeavor to elude Smokey. “This is certainly another fine mess you got us into, Ollie.”
THE WALTER DUKE.
A great number of very cogent and interesting questions that you ask about this rather difficult to write chapter.
The next chapter will answer just about everyone and I hope you find some satisfaction that the asking of some of them is also a bit of a pretty accurate predictor of what’s coming.
But then, you’ve been along for the long haul, and I cannot tell you have much I have enjoyed that and look forward to reading what you write about the writing…as I am certain many other readers accessing the comments section appreciate too.
Thanks, my friend,
Semper fi
Jim
Very intriguing chapter. It was not clear to me how Steele died or who might have been with him. I went back and read the previous chapter to see if I could tell and was not able to. I thought it might have been a suicide because of money problems. Also Matt told the patrolman you were headed to LA then tells you later that you were not going to Abuquerque. But he gave the patrolman you were headed west, then you said you headed east until he could do the side roads, so that is a little confusing to me. Maybe you clarify it all in the coming chapters. I am curious for the whole story.
H.Kemp, this was a difficult chapter to write which is why it took longer.
IT will all clear up in the next chapter as far as the logic of everything is concerned…
but not the fact that I have become much more of a pawn than I imagined was possible.
I was a house mouse at the Western White House, but I also had a certain important, albeit minor, identity.
I am currently lost among the players and people who know much less but much more than I do.
Thanks for the comment and stand by.
Semper fi,
Jim
Intriguing chapter LT keep em coming
I am back to my old schedule Bob, and I thank you for wanting me to continue and also the compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
I’m sorry you’re no here anymore. It’s not the same.”
*not
Thanks for the help here Don. Without you and some others on here, I would be wandering the
editorial wilderness. Much appreciate that help.
Semper fi,
Jim