Hey There,

It’s been a few chapters so, I figured it was time to say a little about it all so you understand where it's coming from.

Just let me slip into Militarese so you can get a taste of military culture. If you are easily offended, then read no further. This will not attack anyone's religion, orientation, race, or political affiliation.

So, this project came about because I got fuckin’ sick of the loose fuckin’ women in most of the bullshit made out there. Let me start by saying I AM a fuckin’ veteran and I DO know what the fuck I’m talking about with the military stuff in the story. That said, this is a fuckin’ novel. Not a game. Period.

So, here we go:

The people I write about in this story are based on real fuckin’ people I personally know. Yeah, we exist, and we aren’t going away any time soon. So, if you think they aren’t fuckin’ believable, then you don’t know very fuckin’ many different types of people. I’ve been all over the fuckin’ world and met a lot of various personalities. These are the people in my life. Women with fuckin’ class that don’t jump into bed with anyone they aren’t committed to. My wife is one such lady. She was a virgin when we met, AND she was in her twenties. She believes in purity and innocence, as do our children and, most of our friends. She is four years older than me, and I still love her to this day. She’s a decent woman. We surround ourselves with decent people. These are the people I had put my life on the line for and would do so again.

This story places people like this in a no-win situation. A place where they have to adapt to their circumstances. Shit happens.

                I love getting under the skin of my enemies. It’s something I learned while serving. Women of purity exist today in our society. Nuff said. You don’t fuckin’ like it? Too fuckin’ bad! No, I’m not Terry the fuckin’ Taliban. Those guys whip, beat, and behead women like you. I don’t do that shit. That kind of asinine hyperbolic rhetoric is the kind of shit that starts wars. No wonder you have so many fuckin’ enemies. It’s that sort of ignorance that proves you don’t have two clues to rub together. You have two fuckin’ brain cells, but one is missing and the other’s out looking for it. They must have to sit you in the corner where you can get enough sunlight, and water you once a week. I’m surprised you have enough brain capacity for involuntary bodily functions.

                The UMHQ (UNIT Mobile Headquarters) technology is based on the stealth tank. Yeah, it’s a real fuckin’ thing. The idea is so it can’t be locked onto by missiles. The UMHQ will want that.

                In chapter 1, I mentioned the MC’s aliases. Those are the names of my closest buddies I served with. Well, their first names. I changed the last names. Pete, Steve, and Derek, the three amigos I hung with. In chapter 8, the MC mentions that he’s usually rude in certain circumstances. I wrote that remembering a game my buddies and I used to play overseas. The game was called ASSHOLE. Like DONKEY, if you’ve played that on a basketball court. Anyway, the idea is that every time a woman hits on you at the bar, you must come up with the rudest fuckin’ thing to say to her to get her gone (it happened a lot). Whoever says the rudest thing gets a letter in the word ASSHOLE. If she tries to slap or kick you, you get two letters. It was always funny to see them try. The guy that gets all the letters first gets his drinks paid for by the others the rest of the night. Derek was a fuckin’ master.  The reason we played is because we were all married or had someone back home. It kept us true. Though, for some reason, there always seemed to be at least one woman who liked the rude dudes. Beats the fuck out of me why.

                The Barrett M82 50 caliber sniper rifle has surprisingly little kick. It CAN be fired one handed, though I don’t know why you would other than to prove how little kick it has. Tanya’s weapon is based on it. My wife is built similarly to Tanya and has fired rifles with much greater kick than the Barrett (she’s former military, too). Trust me, a woman of Tanya’s stature can handle it. Don’t believe me? Here’s a fuckin’ video, you waste of oxygen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKH-_gRTAFM.

                The MC’s build IS proportionate and realistic. He’s based on a sergeant I served with. The guy was a fuckin’ tank and stunk the place up because of all the protein and creatinine he consumed. Good fuckin’ guy, for the most part.

                I learned three different martial arts so; you can expect fight scenes in hand to hand to be as realistic as I can get it without showing you the black arts shit. I won’t be responsible for teaching people who shouldn’t learn that shit.

So, that about wraps it up. This was fuckin’ fun. I hadn’t pulled this shit out since my last batch of recruits.

I leave you with a bit of trivia. The Canadian wilderness is vast. A lot of people go missing in it every year, never to be heard from again. Our MC’s UNIT may want to use that knowledge. Just sayin’.

Cheers!

Cory F