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Or,
so I thought. Until basic training was over (finally, thank God)...
and... he had a private conversation with me.

He
told me not
to have a bad opinion of myself. That he didn’t. That, during every
basic training bootcamp, there is always one guy who gets picked to be
the “goat”... and... how that
guy, always
gets pushed harder than the others. How the “goat” sort of sets the
standard (in basic training) for what a soldier can endure.

He
told me he really cared about me. How much he wanted me to make it. How
important that was to him.

He
was telling the truth.

You
know, since that time, I’ve had to (as I’m sure you
have
also) walk down many mean streets.

For
three years I was an MP in Europe operating under extremely stressful
conditions.

I
was selected to go through some very special training at a certain U.S.
government “facility” in Oberammagau, Germany... the existence of
which... is not even dreamed about by any civilians and, very
few commanding officers in even
the highest echelons of
the military. I think maybe I shouldn’t write much about that
but, I can tell you, the violent types I was introduced to there are
far worse than any
nightmare you’ve ever
had.

I’ve
been a prison guard and a prison inmate. I’ve gone up against guys with
guns, guys with knives... and once... I had to cripple a guy twice my
size who just simply gave me no other choice.

The
problem with all this is, I’m not an especially tough person and this
kind of stuff really frightens me.

What
has been even more scary is standing up to the U.S. government and all
the steel-edged, stone-cold, ethically devoid, soulless assholes you
encounter when trying to do business in America these days.