George E. Hand IV

Chainsaw doesn’t consider himself to be a tall man, though he is just fine with his height. I have never considered him to be a short man, that’s just the way it is. Let’s just say that Chainsaw is no Liam Neeson, but he is a Tom Cruise. Perhaps not quite as good looking, but […]

Ladies and gentleman, take my advice: pull down your pants, and slide on the ice–take a chill pill! Though a brother of shaky faith, and having been raised a Catholic man nonetheless, I know as well as the next future pontiff the story cited in John 7:8 of Gideons Old Testament: Jesus of Nazareth (not […]

Feature Image, Norwood, SOFREP Award-Winning Contributing Editor I am a decent writer, so I fancy, but I no longer consider myself the best writer in SOFREP, so went an essay I jokingly wrote months ago to brag on other writers in the organization. I no longer consider myself the best, because in fact Mr. Norwood […]

I was with 1st Group of the Green Berets (GB) Operational Detachment Alpha (ODA) 155 at Aleutian Island chain Naval Air Station (NAS) Adak, Alaska. We were the combat dive detachment in my battalion. We were been given a most unusual mission to execute in Adak as part of a training exercise: mimic a Russian Spetsnaz […]

Now, being the rad-savvy fellow that I do fancy myself, I have cast my vote for the ‘click-bait’s most pointless panic conspiracy of the year award, the Fukushima Reactor pollution of the entire Pacific Ocean, or as The Odyssean might describe: “Radioactive Refuse Wreaks Ruin on Recreational Reefs!” That guy has got the roaring twenties […]

(Continued from Part II) White privilege: now, just what again is that? I may have to go to my heavy hitter, the 14-year-old Small Daughter, to have that one splayned to me. White privilege to me is like the Abominable Snowman; it’s a big white monster that so many insist exists, but nobody has ever […]

(Author left, and assault team engaging targets with Mark 19 in extreme cold weather environment) Since I first started my physical training program(s) at 13 years old, I never took intentional periods off for rest: not a month, not a week, not a day. There certainly were days where it was not possible to train, […]

(Continued from Part I) (Feature photo courtesy of the author (L) and Thomas Story (R)) (Dedicated to: Mr. Thomas Story) My parents did a swimming job of keeping racism out of our house. They had friends of all kinds, they listened to possibly every genre of music in existence. They made no comments, used no […]

(Feature photo: Author (left) and bud Jorge Torrespico, Ft. Benning, GA circa 1980) For my friend and little brother, Mr. Brice Menaugh I was born George Edward Hand IV, descendant of Alan Hand who arrived from Hungary to NYC in 1905, where he was a cobbler (makes/repairs shoes). From Al Hand, came his sons George […]

Small Daughter was born Regan Christine Hand some 14 years passed. In that there is such a disparity of age between her and my oldest daughter, I took to referring to them as the First Daughter, and Small Daughter, noms de guerre that I cherish as being truly my own, and just between us three. […]

Now, it was long about time: we sat on the pool deck in neat rows and columns, shivering spiritedly, sucking in all available ambient sunlight like a Goddamned black hole (Brian Kimber sanctioned epithet). The skies became ashen and sober. Leaves, crisped and seared began to rustle as a whisper of vermouth wind swept them […]

I’m a Catholic man by religion, or at least I do fancy myself one. During legion routine boring days on the job contemplating my domestic plight, I, like most others, indulge myself from time to time in a micro dream of my fantasy job. Mine would be to assume the position of his excellency, the Pontiff. […]