 You
sure look Irish, even though you have a Hispanic name. My wife
is part Irish, too, although you wouldn't know to look at her.
With the maiden name of Sonnier, she's more French, in my opinion.
We took a month-long hiking vacation across Ireland in the summer
of 2001. The next year we took a bicycle trip to the Grand Canyon,
covering the 1,500 miles from in six weeks. We sped across the
Rocky Mountains at speeds in the thirties, forties and fifties.
It was a roller-coaster ride without rails, and we loved it.
Back
then I was teaching tae kwon do under Grandmaster Yong
Kyu Yu, at Houston's Flying Dragon College. It was he who taught
me the bit of Korean I used when being introduced to Koreans,
or teaching American students to fight. Master Yu had been a
Korean major in the Vietnam War, and his daughter became a American
captain in the Iraq War. I've known her fondly since she was
in first grade with my daughter and I was a white belt student
of her father's. Master Yu asked me to be her trainer during
the couple of months between her high school graduation and
West Point matriculation. When she graduated four years later
I offered to give her an Army saber, but she knew where the
Class of 2005 was going and asked for a revolver instead. She
took my took my .357 with her when she piloted Apaches over
Iraq.
Thanks
to my martial arts training, like Lou Gehrig himself, I kept
in shape longer than most. Before I was diagnosed with ALS,
I would have said that Pride of The Yankees, the Lou
Gehrig story, was one of my favorite movies. After receiving
my ALS death-sentence, I went numb for a while, then morbid
for a while, then drunk for a while. If there was one thing
I didn't want to see, it was Pride of The Yankees.
I
was surprised by the movie recently, though, and found that
I felt everything about him that I had felt when I was playing
little league. I suspect that acceptance has returned me to
the more beautiful remembrances of my life, now that the Grim
Reaper never strays far from me. I have outlived most ALS patients,
you know. Once you meet Mr. Gehrig, five years of life means
you've attained a ripe old age. I have lived two score and ten
years, and pray that, God willing, I shall live to be the Stephen
Hawking of the intelligence world. He is quite the man of iron
when it comes to the Iron Man of Baseball's disease.
I
have a nick-name, to those who know me and my work: the man
of irony. An expert martial artist who won two Texas titles
in the long and middle staves, I now sit still and silent, unceasingly.
Only my mind is powerful nowadays, so I practice the only martial
arts skills I still can: patience and meditation. By applying
them I can still enjoy the whirling weapons in my mind. Muscle
memory makes my hands feel them again, both their texture and
their motion. At night I go to sleep hoping I'll dream my long
staff as a redoubtable rook, my nunchucks as a bold bishop,
and the cane as a nimble knight. If you enjoy foreign films,
watch one of my favorites, The Seventh Seal, in which
a crusader plays a chess death match to save the innocents in
his plagued homeland.
It's
my misfortune, though not my mistake, to have adopted the crusader
character in founding and commanding Ghost Troop soon after
the Iraq War began. I declared myself to be on a mission of
conscience to various commands and inspectors general, lodging
complaints about military death counts being grossly underreported,
especially in the case the Battle of Baghdad (4/4-4/9, 2003),
when the government and media colluded to cover it all up with
the disinformation story of Private Jessica Lynch. This made
me a military whistle-blower with the Army IG, as well as the
IG's of III Corps and the Third Infantry Division. All of these
accepted and filed my complaint -- and have been unresponsive
ever after. I suspect that the public and official aspects of
my infowar activities kept me alive -- until I contracted a
rare and horrifying fatal illness, that is.
The
military declared ALS a service-related illness a couple of
years ago, because veterans are twice as likely as those who
never served to contract the disease. I wonder how much the
military knows about ALS, and I'm particularly curious as to
whether they can induce it. Back in my first Army enlisted tour
I was a Chemical Corps NCO teaching at the III Corps Nuclear,
Biological and Chemical (NBC) School. My training informs me
that all three dirty battlefield killers can cause neurological
dysfunction.
Specialist
Pat Tillman, another military dissident, was fratricided
and covered up before he could go public. Colonel Ted Westhusing,
a West Point ethics professor, was suicided weeks before he
had promised to spill the beans on his boss, Major General David
Petraeus, for allowing war profiteering by military contractors.
Specialist Alyssa Peterson, like you and me an MI linguist,
made official complaints in September 2003 about use of torture
tactics in our treatment of Iraqi prisoners. She was relieved
of duties and sent to a containment "suicide prevention"
facility, where she was promptly suicided. The list goes on
and on. There has been a record number of military suicides
since we attacked Iraq, and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if
half of them were really suicided.
Civilian critics of the Middle East wars could be done away
with, too. Rachel Corrie, who protested the illegal acts of
Israel in Occupied Palestine, was accidented (run over by an
Israeli bulldozer) just days before the initiation of the Iraq
War. This happened while Ariel Sharon, aka "The Bulldozer",
was giving orders in Israel. Dr. David Kelly told the BBC that
the Iraq War was contrived with the aid of "sexed up intelligence".
The Blair government had him hauled up before a public inquiry
in which the WMD scientist was clearly terrified. On July 17,
2003, he was suicided. New York Times reporter David
Rosenbaum was investigating illegal wire taps by the Bush administration
in 2005, before he was beaten to death in genteel Georgetown
after Christmas. Assassination by mugging was a favorite Soviet
technique. The operatives who did the job on Rosenbaum left
a verbal irony: George's most vociferous enemy at the time was
done away with in Georgetown. Every gang signs its deeds in
as a warning to its enemies, whether it's Neo-Nazis like the
Aryan Nation or Zio-Nazis like the Mossad.
In these last seven years, Ghost Troop -- 300 military veterans
and Internet activists -- has helped me combine my military
specialties of WMD Defense (54E), Military Intelligence (35A),
and Public Affairs (46A) to develop the nation's first and finest
cyber cavalry unit. Basically, we act as cyber scouts
who patrol cyberspace to gather intelligence unreported or underreported
by the media, then present it for analysis in several Ghost
Troop Yahoo! Groups. Once we have a clear picture of something
suppressed by the government and media, we become cyber raiders
by hammering official cover-ups with the assistance of our alternative
media publishers and broadcasters. As you will presently see,
although I am not competent to move a finger or utter a phrase,
my articles and interviews, done through my eye-gaze computer
commands, still influence events. Sometimes my Ghost Troop is
merely in the loop, but at critical decision points, we are
the loop.
Thanks
for your fair-minded, considerate investigation at our Friday
meeting. Please accept this article as my statement, and include
it in the official record.
Best
regards,
Captain
Eric H. May
CO,
Ghost Troop
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To learn more about Captain May and Ghost Troop, or to access
his articles warning of Chicago and Houston terrorism, refer
to the editorial Captain Eric H. May Deserves Congressional
Medal of Honor at http://tinyurl.com/yekn6c5.
To volunteer for true service to the United States of America,
contact executive officer 1LT Patti Woodard at ghosttroop@spiritone.com.
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