Day-Off: Green Beret Logan Melgar’s assassination. Kryptos stupid analogy.

img_20181030_153816033~24086775064009221804..jpg

Rarely, I’ll put up a detail of the QIT 97-99 targets for the FBI course at 3-5-7-15-25 yards out. Late morning on the Day-Off some weeks ago I did up my usual timed target practice at the hermitage, though this time skipping the SEALs course and instead doing up the FBI and FAM courses, the FAST drill, and then some extra 2+1 drills out 21 feet and down to 1.62″ seconds from my bad-and-evil-to-be-rejected-serpa-blackhawk-locked-slow-you-down-a-lot-holster. This isn’t about merely speed and accuracy after all. This is about practicing with one’s EDC, bad as it is. Right?

The ripped up towel you see at the bottom of the picture is to catch mags during tactical and combat reloads and for dropping to a knee during some stages of some courses.

By the way, we found out that the weird gun we’ve been hearing ripping through the forest back mountain ridges right behind me when I go out practicing is a .270, only very slightly different from a .30-06, well able with a single shot to take down any beast (bear, elk, deer, boar, lions, panthers, wolves, all of which are found here) or… or… the bullets of which .270 can – in my personal experience – rip through, say, a half dozen branches round about one’s head: crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack ddzzrrzz, ddzzrrzz, ddzzrrzz… (you know, that weird sound bullets make when they whiz past your head after they’ve hit something first and are tumbling instead of zipping through the air.

That’s just a whiz sound at about the 10 second mark of the 15 second video, as the bullet didn’t hit anything first. But what I remember, even from, say, 42 years ago onward, is the whiz sound on it’s own or combined with a ddzzrrzz kind of a sound, I guess when the bullets were set tumbling for having ricocheted off water right in front of me because the shooter didn’t calculate the drop of the bullet from what I now know to have been exactly 300 yards out on the other side of a small lake. The ones that remained in the air – yeah – they just had more of a whiz sound to them. When they’re next to your ears, well, that’s an experience… that you don’t forget… But I digress, kind of…

Later in the day, in a location far removed even from the hermitage, I mentioned the 2+1 timing of 1.62″ from a locked holster to a CIA friend, the famed “The Guy” (Military but then a teacher of the cream of the crop field spooks that were being suctioned into The Company), and he said that 1.62″ from a locked holster was kinda pretty good, you know, maybe, kinda, but then straightaway mocked all of this [as in: “Ain’t a gonna help you none, buddy!” to which my response is, “I don’t carry or practice for any of that anyway”]. He then instantly launched into a story which was obviously the reason he had called me from his car while traveling half way across the country. It’s all come up in the news yet again and it was bothering him, it seems, in relation to me, as an analogy of sorts. The analogy is with my situation with the State Department along with our intel services on the one side, and a certain Green Beret, Staff Sgt. Logan J. Melgar with four special operators on the other side. I like to think of myself as a patriot, respectful of law and order, of justice and mercy, as one who is thankful to our public servants, our military, our operators, our law enforcement. I’m sure Logan felt the same way about himself, just with a thousand times more reality and actions to back that up. As it is, Logan was strangled to death (by accident?) by two Navy SEALs and two USMC Raiders. I’ve written about his sacrifice previously. He knew what he was signing up for, making him especially a hero.

But I’m bad and evil, so I asked “The Guy” if Logan was a bad actor, and was told that, instead, Logan simply knew too much [It seems some of his fellow operators were taking money earmarked for informants, and he wouldn’t take any when offered, in which case, he’s the most upstanding guy ever. The policy is: never ever take money or gifts or bribes, anything, anywhere, anytime (so to speak)]. I know nothing about all that on the part of the other operators, but I am interested in any motive of any analogy made presently by “The Guy.” As it is, “The Guy” has often told me in these recent years that I’m at risk of being taken off the perpetual interdepartmental program that I’m on if I keep pushing about it so that I can distance myself from the guy who stole my identity, the last thing they want as he works for them. The only way out of that program is… well… you know…

It’s not my analogy. It’s his. It’s a stupid analogy. Firstly, Logan is a hero. As I’ve said elsewhere, I’m just a PoS (sorry for the language). Secondly, I don’t know anything. But to all intents, purposes and reconstructions, it seems like that is similar to the protestations of the druggie in the church parking lot the other week; the first thing he said to the police, volunteering the information straight away, is that he wasn’t selling drugs in the church parking lot. I mean, one recalls the assessment in a rather famous line of the second quarto – also set in iambic pentameter for emphasis – of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, viz., that one “dóth protést too múch, methínks.” To which my response is that stolen identities are annoying. I mean, can you imagine trying to tell interrogators in GTMO or in some basement of an abandoned warehouse, “I don’t know anything!” like they’ve never heard that before, like a hundred million times before, with all that being followed by yet another round of waterboarding and small-box confinement? Good grief. Good thing that my “Shadow” works for State, effectively anyway, right?

Who has conversations like this about your own who turn on you to do you in? I am again reminded of the murder portrayed as suicide as an assignment[!] comments by certain GTMO visitors to my neck of the woods a while back. In any case…

For Logan’s soul and the souls of all the departed: Hail Mary…

2 Comments

Filed under Day Off, Guns, Military

2 responses to “Day-Off: Green Beret Logan Melgar’s assassination. Kryptos stupid analogy.

  1. nancyv

    …full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the Fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.

    Father, you are not just a Pos, you are a PooS (Priest of our Savior 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.