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C-4 is classified as a high-order explosive (HE), that produces an over-pressurization shock wave. It is similar to TNT, Semtex, nitroglycerin, dynamite, and ammonium nitrate fuel oil (ANFO).
It is very stable and cannot be detonated by a gunshot or by dropping it (unlike the explosive TATP, commonly referred to as the “mother of Satan,” because it is highly susceptible to accidental detonation). In order to detonate C-4, you need to utilize a detonator or a blasting cap.
Because of its stability and destructive power, Continue reading “What happens when 20 lbs of C-4 explodes?”
Several years ago, I had the honor of meeting Paul Bucha. At the time, I only knew that he was a foreign policy adviser to Barack Obama’s 2008 presidential campaign. We spoke at length about the current state of politics and his vision for the future of our country. I listened politely, not knowing exactly who he was. When he left, he shook my hand and gave me the challenge coin you see in the picture above. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. His heroic story appears below… Continue reading “Medal of Honor Recipient, Paul Bucha”
In his book, “On Writing,” Stephen King said when he finished writing a story, he would put a physical copy of it in a drawer and forget about it for at least six weeks. This was so that he would have “fresh eyes,” when editing.
My story, sat on top of my desk for “only” three weeks, her siren call to powerful to resist. So I grabbed my red pen and started re-reading it. My brother’s assistance was instrumental during the first edit. Hell, after me, he knew the story better than anyone else. In fact, he helped out a lot while I was writing, giving me numerous style and plot ideas (I tell him every day he missed his calling in life —which he promptly reminds me that he’s still young). Continue reading “How many drafts did you write?”
How many people do you think have said that? Right, probably a lot. But I wonder how many of them followed through and did it?
As a kid, I can remember wanting to see my name on the front cover of a book and a picture of my face on the back. Who wouldn’t?
When I was eleven, I sat down at the kitchen table and tried to write my own story. I had this vision of a knight hunting down and slaying a dragon (You would too if you spent every waking hour reading Dragonlance and Ravenloft fantasy novels). I think I wrote two lines before I gave up. I quickly discovered that reading the stories was a much more rewarding and satisfying way to spend my time.
Continue reading ““I want to write a book.””