America doesn’t want soldiers.  It wants Warrior Monks.  Sterile, selfless men who can function in the string-theory dimension that exists between Policy, Expectation, and Reality.  America doesn’t get warrior monks.  It gets men. Men aren’t selfless.  Men have needs....

It’s been almost two years since I’ve trained with them.  Some of the old crew was there.  Most were new.  They were surprised and happy to see me.  They offered me an open mat whenever.  The dojo politics started the moment I walked through the door.  Names and whispers. I...

The enemy is smart.  Most of them cannot write their own language, but they know the exact math to kill us.  Men in flip flops, running around with rifles and home-made explosives, blowing the legs out from under our boys. Our boys are mostly just kids, too young to have done anything to...

One of my soldiers walked around this week singing On a Jetplane.  I heard the song somewhere not long ago, and it was stuck in my head.  It seemed like an odd coincidence.  Had he heard it at the same time?  Somewhere else? Was this simultaneity?  Multiple realizability? There’s...