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"Wars are planned by old men,in council rooms apart. They plan for greater armament, they map the battle chart, but: where sightless eyes stare out, beyond life's vanished joys, I've noticed,somehow, all the dead and mamed are hardly more than boys(Grantland Rice per our mutual friend, Sarah Rapp)."

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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Congratulations Dawood! SamKat

Dawood Khan

NO REGRETS

In Afghanistan, culture on October 25, 2012 at 12:01 am
COMING SOON TO A BOOKSTORE NEAR YOU!

The Book is written.  Currently, it is undergoing an editing, validation and revision process.
When I first started writing this book, I thought it would be a difficult process.  I read a couple of hundred biographies, memoirs and other accounts of current events.  I collected my notes.  I wrote down thoughts and ideas.  I attended writing seminars and read books on writing.
When I finally sat down to write, it was a challenge.  First, I didn’t know where to start.  Should I start from the beginning.  Should I write what came to me.  Should I start with what came to mind.
I decided to write “out of order.”  Meaning that I wrote what popped up first.  Later, I put together an outline and started to place the pieces in chronological order.
The Amazing part of writing this book was that once I got into it, the flood gates opened.  I started to remember events and experiences that I’d not thought about in years.
The book is essentially about my years mentoring the Afghan National Police.  How we did it.  What we did.  What went right.  What went wrong.
That didn’t seem enough, though.  I felt that I could not simply start in Afghanistan in 2007.  People would ask; “How did he get there?”  What made him qualified to train Afghan Police?”  “How did he get the job?”  “What was the process by which he was hired?”
I added a preface of sorts.  The years leading up to my being hired to train and mentor Afghans.
After all, these are valid questions.  I was mentoring Senior Afghan Police officials on Logistics processes that would lead to a professionalization of their force.  If….IF we did it right.
And that’s what the book is about.
Everything that went down.  Who I trained.  How they accepted that training.  Corruption.  Murder.  Violence.  Kidnapping and Ransom.  Brigands and Fiends.  Friendship and Laughter.  Rockets and Bombs.  Scandals.   The people and places.  The life and “adventures” of working  with the Afghan National Police.
I’ll start shopping the book to Agents in mid-November.  But if anyone reads this and is interested, please do not hesitate to drop an inquiry.

“the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards
I love you when you bow in your mosque,
kneel in your temple,
pray in your church.
For you and I are sons of one religion,
and it is the spirit.

Kahlil Gibran


Sunday, August 7, 2011

About profanity ... From friend, Dawood Kahn

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Acceptance, Atheism, Christianity, FUCK YOU, fucking morons, Intolerable Fucks!!!, Intolerance, islam, STFUC!!!, tolerance





Atheists, Christians and Muslims

In Awesome, culture, Holidays, Humor, Introduction, islam, Religion, Spirituality, Stupidity, thinking out loud, Useful Information on July 28, 2011 at 4:42 pm




Learn to live with each other and accept each other or please just shut the fuck up! As a person who thinks all of your belief systems or lackthereof is mere fantasy, scifi mumbo jumbo, I could care less which of you wins in the end.



As long as you leave me the fuck alone and let me live my life they way I see fit. I don’t care how you do or do not worship. Nor do I care how pathetically hypocritical you each live your beliefs and lives.


I’m a fairly vocal individual about my beliefs. I’ve rarely had anyone challenge me or attempt to do me harm because of them. I’ve argued/debated with Muslims, Atheists, Christians, Mormons, Buddhists and a Zoroastrian or two. Though, I’ve never had a Jehovah’s Witness with the balls to stick around and discuss religion with me.



Where the fuck is all of this discrimination?



Maybe I’m just a dickhead who scares the shit out of people. Fuck, I don’t know. I’ve just never had anyone come at me and tell me that since I do not believe as they do that I can’t have this job or join in on this outing or this party or what have you. If they did, they’d feel my dissatisfaction immediately.



I don’t remember a situation in school where my beliefs really mattered for shit. We didn’t pray in school. When I was 5-12 in Elementary School, I vaguely remember reciting the Pledge of Allegiance out loud. Can’t remember when it stopped. I didn’t give a fuck about it. Though, sometimes, it made me feel proudly patriotic and gave me a good positive vibe for the rest of the day. I stood up and looked at all the cute girls around me and attempted to stifle yawns and keep the snot from rolling out of my nose and down my chin as I mouthed the words.



Where the fuck do all of these things happen?



Was I just lucky?



We had Black, White and Asian classmates at Franklin Elementary School. We had a kid named Israel and I thought it was a cool name because of it’s Biblical associations. Had a Black Girl named Jerry Butler. She had a guys name and we sometimes teased her because of it. We had a guy named Stacy and we teased him because he had a girls name. We had a girl who always had boogers hanging from her nose and she liked to pick them and eat them. We had two really cute girls who were all the rave. We had one guy who smelled like poop whom we called “Poopy Pants Jones.” We had one gal who had buck teeth at whom we sometimes yelled “Barbara Ward…phuh phuh…Bugs Bunny….phuh phuh!!!” (She grew up to be quite pretty, if I remember correctly. Though, I’ve not seen most of these people in over two decades.)



We had a couple of girls and boys who were extremely bright and whom everyone always thought would go places….some did and one went exactly weird but followed his own path and is doing quite well.



I was a solitary little fucker who had enough friends but didn’t really study hard and was shy as ten motherfuckers so I wouldn’t participate in much because it freaked me out. I’m sure there were a few people like me. I’d do just well enough to get along and for people to leave me alone.



Most of us experienced a bully or two or a situation that was embarrassing or two or three or four experiences of that sort.



Shit like that. Normal fuckin’ life situations.



None of us filed a fucking lawsuit. None of us committed suicide. None of us brought a fuckin’ gun to school and started shooting motherfucker’s whom we didn’t like or who had bullied us. Though, now that I’m 210lbs and 6′ and can bench most than most fucks my age, there is one guy whom I’d like to go back and bitch slap. Just for old times sake.



And I came from a family with an Alcoholic father. I moved something like 40 fuckin’ times from birth to HS grad. Damn near half of the kids from my youth had family problems ranging from abusive fathers to absentee parents to drunken alcoholic fathers. We didn’t kill our teachers because of it or go postal or whine for two decades about it. We drove the fuck on!



I still do not recall a single instance of anyone giving a fuck if I were an atheist or a Christian or a fuckin’ Muslim. Though, I do recall one Muslim family at Barrett Middle School or Ballard HS. I think they were immigrants from Indonesia. And I thought they were vaguely interesting and exotic because of their religion. I’ve always thought that Jehovah’s Witnesses were strange. All secretive and whatnot. But I didn’t unfriend Sam when I learned that he was one. Hell, I grew up Pentecostle. You want to talk about fuckin’ strange. Folks runnin’ up and down the aisle like they’re possessed. Yelling in fake languages. “Hikama Hakama…seekama sockama! YOU”RE HEALED!!!”



Jimmy Swaggert bopped my head so hard “healing” me that I thought it was gonna pop off and roll down the aisle like a bowlin’ ball.



When I lived in Atlanta for a few months one year. I think when I was 13 or 14, we moved into a place that had boatloads (pun intended) of immigrants from all over. We had Hindus, Muslims and fuckin’ everything else.



I don’t recall anyone really giving a fuck about anyone’s religion.



Why, over the past two decades, when we’re supposed to be such a fuckin’ tolerant goddamn society has this become such an issue?



It seems to me that people just want to feel special. So instead of just sucking it up when they say the Pledge of Allegiance and assigning their own meaning to “God” or saying “one Nation,……., indivisible”….now they want everyone to know and acknowledge that they’re fuckin’ special and that they believe or don’t believe this or that.



Who gives a fuck?



Suck it up.



A Manger scene at a Fire Station. I pass one up and I think; “Fuck! It’s already Christmas!” I don’t think; “Those fucking CHRISTIANS! They can’t get away with this! I’m filing a goddamn motherfuckin’ goddamn law suit!”



FUCK ME!



TOLERANCE MY ASS!!!!



INTOLERANCE IS WHAT THIS SHIT IS ALL ABOUT!



These fucks want everyone else to “tolerate” them as they go out of their way to be intolerable to everyone else.



FUCK ALL OF THESE BASTARdS!!!



MERRY FUCK YOU! ONE AND ALL!!!!



HAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAH



God damn that felt good…



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It matters to me what you thinkof me, Dave. I know you have had experiences far beyond what most any of us will ever know about the Middle East. i hope you write your book(s), but clean up the language a bit- quite a bit!



Luv u bro.!



SamKat



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SamKat



28 July 2011 at 4pm SAM! That’s why I put the warning.



I’m polite when I’m around you Sam. I don’t use profanity. In everyday life, though, I’m one profane individual. I can light your ears on fire.



Sometimes, the only way to get the point across clearly is to make it heard. And that takes a bit of profanity at times.



Love ya Sam



Dave



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