Savage Son (Terminal List #3)

by Jack Carr

Martin Sheen’s line from Apocalypse Now, the movie my BUD/S class watched before going into Hell Week, rings true for those who have answered the call: “When I was here, I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle.”

Civilized society tends to keep warriors at arm’s length, only turning to them in times of national emergency. Break glass in case of war.

“The consolidation of power at the federal level in the guise of public safety is a national trend and should be guarded against at all costs. This erosion of rights, however incremental, is the slow death of freedom.”

Daniel Defense MK12 with a SilencerCo Omega suppressor and a Nightforce 1-8x24mm ATACR optic mounted on the receiver’s top rail.

reminded Aleksandr of the corrective labor camps, what the West insisted on calling gulags after Solzhenitsyn received the Nobel Prize in literature for his The Gulag Archipelago. Solzhenitsyn was right about one thing: the prisoners were given the opportunity to work to death.

When he received word that he’d earned a coveted slot at Green Team, his personal life was forced to the back burner.

Stance, grip, shoulder, anchor, peep, pull, and finish, Reece thought, reviewing the basics. As with anything in life, the best do the basics exceptionally well.

Dimitry suppressed a smile, thinking of Stalin’s adage, Quantity has a quality all its own.

“Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.” —Robert E. Howard, The Tower of the Elephant

if someone with mal intent enters our property, they have declared war on our family.

French biologist Jean Rostand: Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

“Just one thing, lads,” the old warrior began. “That you are doing this for our son and daughter means more than my family can ever express. There isn’t enough money in the world to compensate you for taking this risk but as a small expression of my thanks you will each receive two hundred thousand dollars for your work. It’s the very least I can do. If you don’t come back, your family will be taken care of. That, I assure you.” Reece looked around the room, not knowing what to say next. “Sir.” Chavez stood and addressed the man before him. “I certainly can’t speak for everyone but please give my money to Freddy Strain’s kid, the one with the special needs.” Reece swallowed hard as a chorus of voices followed suit. “I’m not one for this kind of emotion, as Caroline can attest,” Jonathan said, “but, thank you, lads. The deposit will be made. In whose name?” Reece looked around the room, “From the Warrior Guardians.”