My Background (2)

Over the next thirteen years, 1962 to 1975, I spent more time in Vietnam than I did in the U.S. My primary job was providing signals intelligence support to troops in combat. Because I spent so much time on the battlefield, I developed a severe case of Post-Traumatic Stress Injury (PTSI) from which I still suffer and always will. In 1974, I was assigned to head the clandestine National Security Agency (NSA) operation in Vietnam. And in April 1975, after managing the evacuation of my 43 subordinates and their families, I escaped under fire when Saigon fell to the North Vietnamese invaders.

Because I was competent in seven foreign languages, I spent a number of years after the fall of Vietnam offering signals intelligence support to U.S. and friendly forces all over the world, though where, what I did, and who I worked with are still classified. Meanwhile, in the early 1980s, because of my PTSI affliction, I needed to focus my attention and avoid dwelling on my hideous memories. So I volunteered to care for dying AIDS patients. Over a period of five years, I helped seven gay men find a peaceful death. Then, when science found a way to prevent AIDS from being fatal, I spent a couple of years working with the homeless, then volunteered to work with the dying in the Gilchrist Hospice.

Meanwhile, I found out that the George Washington University in D.C. offered graduate degrees to part-time evening students. I enrolled and eventually took a masters in government and then a doctorate in public administration. NSA promoted me to the top levels of the Senior Executive Service (SES). I retired as early as I could with a handsome annuity that allowed me to write full-time.

I had been writing fiction since I was six years old. But now, free of money problems, I devoted myself to finishing and polishing my books. Six of them are in print. You can learn more about them (and me) at Critics note that my writing is fiction in name only—all the events I describe really did happen.

Hence my wild life thus far. But I’m not finished yet. The best is surely yet to come.

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