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What is in a Name? by L.B. Johnson

What is in a Name? click on pictures to enlarge What is in a name? For people who know and appreciate firearms, just the name makes a statement. So many names that in and of themselves, speak of quality, of history.You tell someone you bought a gun, and you get interested. But to certain folks, you say. "I bought a 1911", or I bought a "Browning" and you get some attention. Just the word "Colt" makes ME blush like a schoolgirl. The sciences were my subjects in school, and walking through an excavation, through a field, I can name things: trees, plants, animals. Acer diabolicum, canas Read More >>

Last Thing – Words for Memorial Day by L.B. Johnson

The last thing I saw was a disk of golden sun through a haze of smoke. In the few months I've been here, the sun and duty's risk are the only constants. The last thing I heard was the report of fire.  Just one last wild spurring of colors made sound, shaping the hot blind earth into darkness. The last thing I felt was an intake of breath, air drawing in deep. It lays warm in me, then stills. I thought nothing could reach me. I never felt what hit me.   I think that was close, surrounded by the savage heat that no longer burns, the fecund odor of sand and earth that reaches not Read More >>

Guarding What Remains by L.B. Johnson

Archaeologists dig wherever there are bones being sought.  Rock, soil, mountains, desert, the earth is a quiet repository for that which once walked the earth. But in any action that requires interaction with both the local cultures and mother earth, such work presents its own unique dangers. There are areas of volcanoes and earthquakes, subterranean growls that only seismologists and dogs can hear, rumbling under the earth like trains passing beneath with soundless and unimaginable speed. There's water that sometimes gives up on demure deception and coy concealment, rushing over the banks, Read More >>

On Strength by L.B. Johnson

I remember the day well.  I was cleaning out a storage unit that I had rented when I sold my last house, with the last of the lightweight gear loaded in the truck, tied together and down by strands of paracord. Like baling twine to a farmer, it's the thread of life for someone bent on surviving. Shelter building, gear repair, snares, and traps, securing gear either to yourself or your truck so if you and thick brush do the tango it doesn't come loose. The inside strands can make a fishing net. Hanging food out of reach of animals, makeshift clothesline, a sling, multiple uses for something Read More >>

What is Masculinity – What is Chivalry by L.B. Johnson

What is Masculinity - What is Chivalry If life is a battle, then my inner scars are medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. Evil is the dark-haired brother of Good; they walk hand in hand–always.  Calanthe - Wraeththu Honor, Chivalry, words that seem old fashioned to today's generation, but words that previous generations literally died for. What is Chivalry? A knight was expected to have not only the strength and skills to face combat in the violent Middle Ages but was also expected to temper this aggressive side of a fighter with a chivalrous side to his Read More >>

Fragility and Strength Combined – Why I Carry by L.B. Johnson

I'm out for a very early morning walk with a woman friend. She does not shoot, though she is starting to show interest. We're walking down a long trail in a small city park, a large sprawling area with miles of trails, a lot of trees and a small river. A jogger passes us every 10 minutes or so, Barkley's intent on sniffing out a cheeseburger someone just had to have left behind on the trail. She's quiet and then the question comes out. She looked at me and said, "you're carrying, aren't you?". I looked down at a hip length winter jacket over a T shirt, and couldn't see the form Read More >>

To Walk in Freedom

To Walk in Freedom If there is any advantage of getting up sometimes at 4 a.m.,  it's occasionally getting done in time to enjoy a little bit of last light, a short trek around the fields and trees that surround a friends home we were visiting. With a couple hours free before darkness drew a cape across the face of the moon, I had time for a long walk around the area, on some property of those friends. Time to gather my thoughts, ricocheting around inside my head with all that's going on in the world. Time, after travel and busy days, for stillness and quiet, out among the cold and a few Read More >>

Second Amendment – A Deliberate Belief

Second Amendment - A Deliberate Belief Stars wash from the sky as the world and its mistress sleeps. The sun is just up over the horizon, as the gear is loaded into the truck.  If you want the best spot at the gun range, you best get up early.  The afternoons are a flurry of volleys, excited laughter as a youngster takes up the sport for the first time, range officers going into full point on someone who isn't monitoring their trigger finger. But mornings? Mornings are quiet, just myself, a friend from work perhaps, hair mussed, clothes sort of wrinkled from snagging them fresh Read More >>

I am the Second Amendment

"Most civilization is based on cowardice. It's so easy to civilize by teaching cowardice. You water down the standards which would lead to bravery. You restrain the will. You regulate the appetites. You fence in the horizons. You make a law for every movement. You deny the existence of chaos. You teach even the children to breathe slowly. You tame." -The Stolen Journals - God Emperor of DUNE My Dad's a fighter, and I try and remember to tell him I'm proud of him. For the life he lead after the war, not just during. A Golden Glove boxer, a career soldier and military police officer, he Read More >>