tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78475747290607357002024-03-05T07:45:29.875-08:00Author Gordon RyanGordon Ryan has been a published author since 1994. He holds an Honors BA in Political Science, was a Recon Marine, a Vietnam era veteran, and a former city manager. Ryan writes both political thrillers and historical fiction.
Ryan's contemporary Pug Connor thrillers portray traditional American values. To quote his lead character, Pug Connor: We haven't lost touch with who we are as Americans, but some of us may have forgotten.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05091374341081444029noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847574729060735700.post-68539665659329993382012-10-21T17:13:00.000-07:002012-10-24T23:10:07.088-07:00<span style="background-color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #bf9000;">LEGACY OF A SECRET AGENT</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000;">An author will often sneak a true event into a fictional story, embellishing the character or event to fit the overall story line. I have done just that with this small scene between my primary character, General Pug Connor and his friend and colleague, Bill Gordon, the Secretary of Defense for the fictional Republic of Western America. This is from <b><i>Blood & Treasure</i></b>, Book Four of the Pug Connor series about an America divided in two by political discord. Life intervenes, however, and this volume has taken the author far longer than it should have. I apologize to those who have been asking when it will be completed. Bill Gordon explains the reason.</span><br />
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<b>Gulf Stream VI<br />
38,000 Feet over Missouri<br />
August, 2017</b></div>
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The rising sun was just beginning to catch the aircraft
as they crossed over the Mississippi River enroute to Jefferson Capital
Territory. Pug Connor sat in a leather recliner alongside his elderly friend,
Bill Gordon, the Secretary of Defense for the Republic of Western
America.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had been quiet for the
first two hours of the flight from Washington where they had met with the
president of the United States. Quiet, but not sleeping.</div>
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As the steward came around with a pot of fresh coffee,
both Pug and Bill accepted a refill.</div>
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“Pug, have you ever just stared at the passing
landscape as you were flying across this great land our ancestors tamed? I mean
not reading some report, preparing your talk, or working at a flying desk, but
just considering the hardships they faced?”</div>
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“I can’t recall that I did, Bill. I noticed you’ve been
rather intent on watching the lights down below. What brings you to such a
contemplative mood? You look like someone about to retire with nothing to do
afterward?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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Rather than respond, Bill Gordon sipped on his coffee
and then placed it on the tray, turning away from the window.</div>
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“I was introduced to an old friend from Vietnam last
week. I didn’t recognize him, actually. He was stealthy in those days, seldom
in uniform. A secret agent in fact. It’s been nearly fifty years since we
served together.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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Pug sensed something ominous in his friend’s tone, but
remained quiet as the story unfolded.</div>
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“I was only nineteen when we met, apparently, but I
don’t recall being aware of his presence. A couple of weeks ago I was
introduced to him, formally, by my cardiologist. His cover had been blown for a
few decades, but I still didn’t know him. He went by the name of Agent Orange.
His calling card came to be called Amyloidosis, a very rare, and fatal, blood
disease.”</div>
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The penny dropped and Pug took a deep breath. “I read a
report the other day, Bill. It seems several hundred thousand of your age
grouped veterans have also made his re-acquaintance. He didn’t take prisoners,
did he?”</div>
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“He still doesn’t, Pug. As devastating as this news
was, the worst part is that Colleen will have to watch the decline and be my
caregiver. I wanted better golden years for her. I wanted to hold her hand,
walk on the beach … all the damned romantic stuff we see on the television. I sure as
hell didn’t want her to have to go through <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">this</i>
with me.”</div>
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“Colleen is a remarkable woman, Bill. She’ll be there
for you. We all know that. Is there anything Rachel or I can do?”</div>
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The older man thought for a moment then emitted a
bright smile. “You could let me go down the helicopter fast rope with Carlos
one more time,” Bill replied, laughing.</div>
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“I’d be at your side if you did, Bill. I’m truly
sorry.”</div>
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“Wishful thinking. I haven’t the strength to hold on to
the leather strap in any case. I’m sixty-nine and have lived a damn good life,
Pug. No regrets. This will be one more obstacle to face. I’d appreciate your
keeping it to yourself for a few weeks. Except for Rachel, of course.”</div>
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“You have my word, Bill, and my deepest sympathy. You
know how to reach me, day or night.”</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05091374341081444029noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847574729060735700.post-61366807069543726742011-10-28T18:58:00.000-07:002011-10-28T19:43:19.653-07:00Historical Fiction: Should it be history or fiction?I have been re-reading Herman Wouk's <i>The Winds of War</i> this past week. For fans of historical fiction, there is usually a great argument about whether the story should contain more history or more fiction. Should it be character driven or plot driven? Without doubt, Wouk's epic story (followed by <i>War and Remembrance</i>) has both elements. For the history buff, he chronicles political events leading up to the start of WWII, extensively using excerpts, even whole chapters, from a fictional memoir written by a German general sometime after the war ends. I suspect that many readers who prefer the character driven bits will skim through, if not skip, this review of historical facts. As an author of both political thrillers and historical fiction, I found them much more fascinating than I did the first time I read this book over twenty years ago.<br />
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Yet the history lesson Wouk provides lends color to the Henry family, the primary group through whom the author tells the story. When Navy Captain Pug Henry finds himself in Berlin, London, Washington D.C. and even Moscow, his interaction with world leaders seems all the more credible given the knowledge the reader possesses from earlier information in this marvelous story.<br />
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Without reservation, I recommend this epic tome to every serious reader, but especially to those who enjoy this period of world events. Five Stars to Mr. Wouk.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05091374341081444029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847574729060735700.post-57011066963112128562011-06-30T01:23:00.000-07:002011-06-30T11:53:09.903-07:00By Such Men Are We Free<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVWCiJYad3Dj8WTJv2yB7tl2nJnbbVr6zY0qpQamgATWJR79OB1FHOHL1vRfUSb257Wqv0ZWdhFJdltMWap9ycK3TmRFFnHaiFQpadH40DCPOROULL8HAezZDxFvgwyMUYS-oIfcFTjg/s1600/JackmanBW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVWCiJYad3Dj8WTJv2yB7tl2nJnbbVr6zY0qpQamgATWJR79OB1FHOHL1vRfUSb257Wqv0ZWdhFJdltMWap9ycK3TmRFFnHaiFQpadH40DCPOROULL8HAezZDxFvgwyMUYS-oIfcFTjg/s200/JackmanBW.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">On rare occasion in life we are fortunate to meet a person who, although unheralded, is nonetheless larger than life. Several years ago I was granted such a privilege. Yet sometimes the full extent of the story does not surface until the very end.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I met retired Marine Corps First Sergeant Dan Jackman in 2005. He was standing outside our church in Victorville, California. He was in his late seventies, yet on this crisp Sunday morning he was waiting for an “old” man, nearing ninety, who lived across the street in the retirement home. The elderly man used an electric scooter and needed help transiting the slight incline on the ramp leading into the church. At seventy-six, rain or shine, every Sunday morning Dan Jackman waited to assist this gentleman in his passage. I came to learn this was only one of the things Dan did in service to his community.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Born in 1929, Dan was a farm boy from a small, central Utah community. In 1946, at seventeen, he enlisted in the Marine Corps as a private. Under the watchful eye and firm hand of the Old Breed—China Marines and WWII veterans—he became familiar with legendary historic Marine battles; Tripoli, the Halls of Montezuma, Belleau Wood, Guadalcanal, Tarawa, and Iwo Jima, unaware that he would contribute to the legend of the Corps in yet another seminal and epic battle which would enter the annals of Marine Corps history.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">In 1950, at twenty-one, Corporal Jackman was a squad leader with Able Company, 1<sup>st</sup> Battalion, 1<sup>st</sup> Marine Division, one of Colonel “Chesty” Puller’s boys. As their company climbed the steep, rocky slopes of Hill 1081 and Horseshoe Ridge in the Chosin Reservoir of Korea, they had no idea of the critical nature of their mission. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops had entered what the United Nations called a “police action.” Faced with overwhelming and unexpected opposition, the 1<sup>st</sup> Marine Division was staggering from the onslaught and began to withdraw, a very difficult and dangerous maneuver. Able Company was assigned to guard the flanks as the division regrouped and <i>‘advanced in another direction’</i> through bitter winter weather with the temperature dropping to minus thirty-five degrees.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">By the time elements of the division had passed beneath their tenuous hillside position, less than half of Dan’s company was alive to descend those slopes and join the remainder of the 1<sup>st</sup> Battalion. Their stalwart performance earned the praise of their division commander, General O.P. Smith.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">As Corporal Jackman loaded his wounded Marines onto a jeep, they left in search of a medical aid station. One of his critically wounded Marines was a young, black private first class, newly in the Corps under President Truman’s recent integration of the military. As this small group of desperate Marines proceeded down the snow-covered, mountainous trail, they came upon another cluster of wounded men scattered by the side of the road.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">A crusty sergeant raised his hand to halt the Jeep. He looked at the occupants, back toward his squad, and then turned to face Jackman. With</span><span style="font-size: small;"> a deep, southern drawl </span><span style="font-size: small;">and remnants of nineteenth century racism, he spat out his words at the young corporal.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">“I’ve got two wounded Marines that need medical help. Get that N----- off the jeep now.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Without hesitation, Corporal Jackman slowly shifted the barrel of his M-1 Carbine toward the sergeant and looked the southerner in the eye. “Stand down, Sergeant. This private is one of <i>my</i> Marines. He stays.” A tense moment ensued and then Dan ordered the driver to proceed. The sergeant backed down.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dan Jackman earned three Purple Hearts in Korea and fifteen years later, Gunnery Sergeant Jackman went on to be awarded two more in Vietnam. In between wars, Dan was Drill Instructor of the Year in 1958. He finally retired in 1968 as First Sergeant Dan Jackman and then continued to serve through a local Marine Reserve unit, giving speeches to service clubs and high schools for the remainder of his life. At the time I met Dan, he was still inspiring youth to fulfill their purpose in life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had over a two year friendship with Dan until he died in 2007. His home was a museum of Marine Corps memorabilia and I learned more than I ever knew about the Corps. At the request of his wife and with the assistance of a mutual friend, we prepared his body in Marine Dress Blues, replete with twenty-four medals and commendations, including the five Purple Hearts. As we respectfully dressed him, I could see the battle scars by which he had earned those tributes from a grateful nation. A former Marine myself, I was unable to stem the flow of tears as I performed this last service for my friend, thinking all the while of his selfless sacrifice to a nation he loved. He was, to me, the epitome of what Marines call The Old Breed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was honored to deliver the eulogy for First Sergeant Dan Jackman, a Marine’s Marine. Current and former Marines of all ranks and ages were in attendance. But that was not the end of the story.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I concluded my remarks, an elderly black man rose to address the audience. At seventy-five, with silver hair and a weathered face, he recounted as if it were yesterday, the incident in the Jeep so many decades ago in Korea. He said that in 1950, long before it was politically correct to respect all races, Corporal Jackman had not seen a black man; he had seen a fellow Marine who was wounded and had saved his life. Not one Marine in the congregation was unmoved by his remarks.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">As an author of military political thrillers, always using the Marine Corps as a backdrop for my stories, I dedicated the first volume of the <i>State of Rebellion</i> series to Dan Jackman. It’s the smallest of honors that I can provide for this quiet, unassuming patriot whom I call Friend, and who spent his life serving humanity.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">As the Marine’s Hymn states: <i>“ If the Army and the Navy ever looked on Heaven’s scenes, they would find the streets are guarded . . . by United States Marines.”</i></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;">First Sergeant Dan Jackman has reported for duty.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">By such men are we free!</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05091374341081444029noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847574729060735700.post-38914633865576069592011-06-23T21:29:00.000-07:002011-06-24T20:41:34.882-07:00Norman Rockwell wouldn't recognize America today . . .<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">I was born in the year Norman Rockwell painted The Four Freedoms. Those images adorned my childhood bedroom, or I should say “bedrooms” as my parents moved often in those post-war years. A half century has passed and Rockwell wouldn’t recognize America today.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Rockwell’s Freedom of Speech is perhaps most well known. Depicting a disheveled man, obviously tired after a long day at work, he stands to speak before a poorly attended Town Hall meeting. The image spoke volumes to me about the American right to be heard.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Today, Rockwell might need to paint the image of several adults and a half dozen small children standing on a street corner, waving hand-painted signs which read ,”God Hates Soldiers.” In the foreground parents follow closely behind their son’s hearse, the young man’s Purple Heart pinned to his mother’s breast.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Rockwell also depicted Freedom of Worship with a family seated quietly in a pew, the grandmother’s hands joined in an attitude of prayer. Today, in our ‘One Nation Under God,’ the only place public prayer is allowed, ironically, is in the United States Congress. If he could conjure up humor at the loss of this basic God-given right, Rockwell might paint a Supreme Court Justice lifting his judicial robes as he scurries across the street, intent on slapping the wrist of the Speaker of the House for his outrageous behavior in a public facility.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">For half a century Rockwell created images that touched hearts and moistened eyes. They formed my earliest concept of a just, confident, and benevolent America, a nation of people that honored Boy Scouts, soldiers, teachers, doctors, fire fighters, police officers, and pastors—people who served humanity—as noble. I owe a great deal to Mr. Rockwell for my visual imagery of this great nation.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">But I repeat; Norman Rockwell would not recognize America today.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Shortly after Mr. Rockwell died, an unpublished writer named Tom Clancy labored at his typewriter to create a new American hero. Jack Ryan chased the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Red October</i> through the North Atlantic to protect us from our national fear of a Soviet nuclear threat. Ronald Reagan called it “a great yarn” and a legendary character was born.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">As Clancy’s adventurous novels enthralled his readers he showed us that good men need not finish last. Competing against the literary mold of a rapscallion and promiscuous James Bond, Jack Ryan was a standard bearer for honor. He was a family man, faithful yet stubborn, respectful but obstinate, and willing to literally stand on the wall to protect us. He was serious about his oath to defend America against all enemies, foreign and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">domestic</i>. We groaned when Ryan found too many of the latter, but we knew it was true.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">As Jack rose from intelligence analyst to POTUS, we marveled at the Clancy/Ryan grasp of basic American values, astonished to find them resident in a living, albeit fictional character. Jack Ryan became an idealistic Rockwell portrait of Americana.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">After 9/11, I recall watching the media interview dozens of experts on terrorism. Seeking a thirty-second sound bite, I heard them ask Clancy, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“who’s at fault and why has the intelligence community failed us?”</i> When he answered that the media bore significant responsibility since they had consistently berated and second guessed our field operatives for what they termed reprehensible tactics, the reporter blanched. When the network returned to air after a commercial break, they did not challenge Mr. Clancy again. Jack Ryan had shoved a mirror in their face and the reflection of Dorian Gray was not pretty.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Several years ago, thousands, no <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">millions</i> of Americans left the porch and took up the cause. As the Tea Party grew exponentially, much of our nation took heart. Heirs to Paul Revere’s ride, John and Mary Doe by the thousands gathered in the town square to present a real life Norman Rockwell painting.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">They collectively delivered their message to Washington D.C. and state capitols. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">We’re mad as hell and we’re not going to take it anymore,</i>” they bellowed. In buses, caravans, RV’s, bicycles, and on foot they traveled to rallies, state legislatures, and school board meetings, striking fear into the heart of elected leaders who were historically familiar with—and dependent upon—public apathy.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">The Speaker of the House called them Astroturf, mocking their grass roots movement. But the Spirit of the Founding Fathers watered the grass and the Tea Party grew. I watched it happen of all places, on Fox News, my smile broadening and my heart beating faster. America was coming home.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">As the son of a World War II veteran who lies beneath a marble headstone in a quiet corner of Fort Sam Houston, I knew at a young age that it was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">my</i> turn to stand on the wall. I became a Recon Marine then I spent ten years in the Air Force. Military service was followed by a quarter century as a city manager and public administrator before I tried my hand at writing. Over those years, often living in foreign lands, I learned my most important lesson: America is a beacon, warning of a rocky shoal, while our political leaders pretend that solar panels or ethanol, not patriots, can power that indivisible light.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">I never met Norman Rockwell but have occasionally corresponded with Tom Clancy. Their contributions along with those of the burgeoning Tea Party have inspired millions as we come face-to-face with the “fundamental change” that modern-day politicians seek to impose on America, creating a dependency and a sure vote. The Tea Party members understand that fundamental change is not necessary in America. Fundamental change is necessary in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">us</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">As a novelist I created Pug Connor, who, like Jack Ryan, learned to fight terrorism, often within the boundaries of the Washington Beltway or in the very corridors of Congress. I’ve often wondered what Norman Rockwell would paint were he alive today. I know one thing is certain: he would not recognize America. I will continue to write novels that depict the America I love, believing that Norman Rockwell’s Four Freedoms remain a part of our heritage. Pug Connor will continue to stand his watch on the wall.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">But beware: the national tea pot is brewing and when you look across the nation at the homes that make up the heartland you will see there is an empty chair slowly rocking on the porch. Its owner is in the town square, checking to see if there is one lantern or two. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05091374341081444029noreply@blogger.com30