Someone once asked me, “What’s the difference between a war story and a fairy tale?”
Of course, I didn’t have a clue.
Here’s how it got explained to me.
Fairy tales start with “Once upon a time” and end with “And they lived happily ever after.”
War stories start with either “There I was” or “This no shit.” And not everybody lives through it, much less happily ever after.
A lot of my life falls into the war stories category. I’d tell my stories and people would say, “You should write a book.” My answer was, “Forrest Gump has already been written!”
But that’s not why I resisted writing them down. Let’s be honest about it. There are a lot of things a person would just as soon not remember, like being covered from head to toe with someone else’s blood. But I also wanted to leave my descendants a record of who I was. I’m into genealogy and I find it troublesome that, with the exception of a few stories that may or may not be true, I know nothing about my ancestors.
Then I hit upon an idea. Take the events and put them into a fictional character’s life. A lot of the things I did became fuel for the stories.
I also developed a pen name and hide behind it. The idea was that, since a lot of it happened, it provided some psychological distancing from what happened. The pen name comes from my grandfather (William), R is the initial for my real first name, and Ablan was the maiden name of my great-grandmother from Lebanon.
Since it doesn’t take an advanced degree in Quantum Physics to figure out who I really am, I’ll say my real name is Richard L. Muniz. With the exception of the pen name, everything about William Ablan applies to me, but since he’s now a legal entity and all that, it’s going to be difficult at best to get out from behind his shadow.
The main character of Will Diaz in my novel series The Lawman is based on me. Like Will, I took a degree in Astrophysics, a career field where people don’t go to the help wanted section to get a job. No, they go to the obits. The year I got my degree, no one was in the mood to lie down and die and make room for me. So, I found myself in the job market with a degree that was almost useless.
When my favorite uncle started hinting around that it would be nice if I paid him back on my student loans, I went looking for a job. Fortunately, I was raised a cowboy, was physically tough, and didn’t scare easily. One of the many job applications I put in was with the Alamosa Police Department.
Now the only thing I really knew about police work at the time was from reading Joseph Wambaugh’s The New Centurions. I doubted I was what they were looking for, but hey, when you need a job, you need a job. Sometimes you have step out of your comfort zone.
I tested, took the physical, and went away saying to myself that it would be cold day in you know where when I got hired.
Six months later, I got the surprise of my life. They wanted me, and I was hired. Someone teased me that the reason I got hired was that I would fit into the uniforms of the guy that was leaving. I’ve a sneaking suspicion that was true.
I considered it a temp job while I waited for what I really wanted to do. Twenty years later, I hung up my badge and guns from that temp job. I never did strap on a rocket and ride it into the sky. But being a Police Officer was not wasted time, mind you. During that time, I’d held almost every position out there in Law Enforcement to include undercover narcotics and criminal investigations.
I’ve never been sorry I did it. I’ve been through things people would only read about. I really feel the job put more steel into me than I’ll ever know, and it made me who I am today.
I also spent eight years in the U.S. Army as a Military Policeman and served with the 1st Armored Division during the Gulf War.
Like Will, I got out of the military, and went back into civilian law enforcement. Unlike Will, found myself working for a sheriff who was a rookie I’d trained almost twenty years before. When you find yourself in that position, it’s time to think about getting out of the business. God apparently thought so also, and so one day the Sheriff walked in and asked what I knew about Hazardous Materials. I answered that my secondary MOS in the Army was Chemical Warfare Defense Specialist.
He said, “Congratulations, you’re it.”
“I’m it, what?”
“You’re the new county Emergency Manager.”
“Cool. What do I do?”
“I don’t know,” he answered.
Two days later I had my first natural disaster. Apparently, I did such a good job of it, that the Colorado Office of Emergency Management wanted me aboard.
I then spent almost 6 years working Emergency Management, a field that can be so political that I’m not surprised when disasters get totally mishandled. But I learned a lot about how government works on the state and federal level.
About the time I came back from the Gulf, I found myself in the middle of another war. Only this is the kind you need a lawyer for. I’d made an appointment to see him, arrived, and walked in. Sitting behind the desk was the most incredibly, beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
Her name was Julie, which means “Youthful spirit.”
I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. A couple of days later, her and I went out for coffee. Like I mentioned in a blog post concerning how two of my characters met, she began going around a light post. I fell in love.
I eventually proposed, and she turned me down flat.
I kept doing so, and every time went down in flames.
Finally, she accepted. I guess she thought I’d go away and stop bothering her. After over thirty years, Julie is still my best friend, and she’s the Love of my Life.
I also got back into modern day computers. I’d built this system that a firefighter out in the field could connect to and get information needed to handle an emergency (chemicals at site, floor plans, you name it). Today, such a system is easy. In the early 1990s, it wasn’t so simple.
When I found out my job was going away, and I told my wife, she asked, “What do we do?”
I told her I’d built up this knowledge on systems and networks, so let’s hang out a shingle. So imagine if you will, someone running a computer company and hasn’t clue a what TCP/IP is.
But I learned. Today, I’m called an expert (translation: Somebody who knows absolutely nothing about absolutely everything) in IT Operations, Security, Virtualization, and Cloud Technologies.
Sometimes I miss police work. While I was there, I felt like I made a difference. I’m oftentimes asked to ride along with the City, County, and State officers. I always politely decline. I’m afraid if I ever do, I’d discover I miss it too much and want to go back.
And I’m way too old start doing that again.
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William R. Ablan, pen name of Richard L. Muniz 