When I was a young Army Special Forces officer I was talking to my battalion commander over a beer in a dusty Panamanian bar. He was telling stories from his younger days, tales filled with intrigue and danger, tromping around South and Central America doing the bidding of the United States Government. I commented that he should write a book when he leaves the military. He smiled and replied, “I would, but I don’t think that I want my mother knowing what I’ve done”. I loved that answer and twenty years later I still do.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Some Ghosts Are Better Left Alone
When I was a young Army Special Forces officer I was talking to my battalion commander over a beer in a dusty Panamanian bar. He was telling stories from his younger days, tales filled with intrigue and danger, tromping around South and Central America doing the bidding of the United States Government. I commented that he should write a book when he leaves the military. He smiled and replied, “I would, but I don’t think that I want my mother knowing what I’ve done”. I loved that answer and twenty years later I still do.
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That is an incredible answer. I will have to remember it.
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