The Author


Caught with my hands in my pockets...how soon training falls away.

Caught with my hands in my pockets...how soon training falls away.

I like to think of myself as a country boy because I grew up on a farm in southern Oregon.  At 19 I entered the military and soon found myself drawn into the life style; after 25 years and far too many armed conflicts I retired to a life first on a farm, then to a city to write my stories.  My dream was to share the tales of the people I served with, the people who I met, and the lands on which they lived.  These stories have taken up many volumes in my journals and much space in my memories.  Not all my stories are for everyone, nor will everyone enjoy them; each story is a mixture of fact and fiction, the facts by themselves would not be believed.

I ask you to please comment on anything that I have written, good or bad, I want it all.

Thanks… Karma-doc

One Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Stacie
    Jul 06, 2011 @ 20:33:52

    Do you ever think of me?

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