Back in the early 1980s, a buddy of mine who was “connected” started telling stories out of school. Stories about nukes being hijacked by terrorists, tales of bombs already sighted in American cities, hints about the existence of a “fifth column” of terrorists who infiltrated through our porous Southern border. I did what checking I could and began to become nervous—very nervous.
The temperature was starting to drop as I spotted my makeshift rock shelter on the side of the Sultanagac Dagi Mountain of north central Turkey. This nasty mountain area was going to be the site of our weeklong survival training exercise with Turkish troops. It wasn’t my idea to be there.
One of the absolute rules of survival is “Don’t get lost!” In my years of working with various professionals around the world it’s always amazed me that a lot of top-notch tactical folks can’t seem to find their way down an interstate highway without using a GPS or OnStar. They train their butts off on