“Redemption” by Ed Benjamin is a military thriller that not only provides an engaging fictional story but also offers insightful details about aviation. The narrative follows Harry, one of the United States’ finest fighter pilots, whose life is dramatically changed after a near-death experience (NDE) during combat leads to his medical discharge. This book takes readers on an emotional journey through Harry’s struggles with loss, heartbreak, and his quest for redemption, blending military action with a deep, emotional story line .
My favorite review s“…one of the best action-packed, people sensitive novels ever written!”
The book is praised for moving effortlessly between exhilarating fighter pilot action scenes and complex detective work, showcasing an unmatched technical understanding of the United States Air Force, described as unparalleled in fiction. Harry, the protagonist, is a former Air Force hero who navigates his new reality after being grounded and medically discharged. This transition challenges him to find new purpose and meaning outside the military .
Overall, “Redemption” is not just a story about military exploits but also a profound exploration of personal recovery and the quest for a second chance. Its blend of action, technical detail, and emotional depth makes it a compelling read for those interested in military thrillers and stories of personal transformation.
Set in the rugged Texas Hill Country, this short but gripping story follows Harry Miles, a medically retired Air Force fighter pilot turned private investigator, as he gets drawn into a deadly confrontation on a rural highway. When a Comal County Sheriff’s Deputy is pinned down by an armed suspect, Harry springs into action.
With sharp pacing, realistic action, and an insider’s view of Texas law enforcement, this novella delivers pulse-pounding suspense in a uniquely Texan setting. It’s part of the Bulverde Beat series — perfect for fans of crime fiction that blends local grit with military precision.
It has been awhile since I have posted. I recently had a knee replacement operation and had some complications. After 18 days in the hospital/rehab facility, I went home and have been under Home Health Physical Therapy and Nursing care for the past three months.
The Home Health Physical Therapy care has released me, but due to some existing problems, I am still under Home Health nursing care.
I am anxious to get released from Home Health nursing care and hopefully that will happen in the near future.
While I was in the Rahab facility, I had some insomnia and listened to the sounds coming from the ward.
I wrote this short fiction entitled “Echoes of Suffering” one night at 3:00 AM while in the rehab facility.
I hope you enjoy it. And maybe now, I can get back in the habit of sharing some of the short fiction I write with you.
In the dim glow of the hospital’s rehab center’s faded light, Charlie lay still in his bed, every spring in the mattress, seemingly poised to irritate the bedsores covering his back and legs. It seemed there was no movement he could make in the bed without his nervous system sending him painful reminders of his own fragility.
The world outside was a blur and had been hazy since his admission into the rehab facility eight days ago. Inside the facility in the nether world of darkness, tendrils of light crept in from the hallway’s fluorescence, as sounds of human suffering crept into his room, sharpened his rough edges, and rubbed them raw.
As he lay there, feeling a bit sorry for himself, a low moan drifted into his room. The sound crept inward — lasting only a second — but Charlie felt it vibrate. It was almost as if a hand slipped inside his chest, encircled his heart, extending the little finger and plucking a heart string.
As the heart string vibrated, a small tremor shook him — milking droplets of dread from his soul.
A few more moans and sobs trickled down the hallway, each one a ghostly echo that resonated as they pulled at the nerve endings of his soul. The ghostly hand tugging, fingers strumming, and pulling at his emotions like a Master violinist plying a classical tragedy in Lincoln Center.
The fluorescent lights flickered, casting shadows that danced like specters on the walls. These shadows, his silent companions, performed their wordless ballet — a reflection of the unsettled nature within his own mind. He had felt comfortable before turning out the light. Now, as the sounds played with his feelings, he felt adrift in an ocean of despair, the moans of the others like the haunting calls of distant, sorrowful sea creatures beckoning him.
In this twilight world, time seemed to stretch and warp. The distant, mournful cries of his fellow patients were a chorus of the heartbroken, a symphony of souls in pain. One trembling male voice drifted a phrase shattering the silence — “I want my wife!” — triggering within Charlie the feeling that one of the saddest songs he had ever heard had come to life, the notes hanging heavy in the air, thick within the scent of antiseptic and regret.
Charlie closed his eyes, trying to escape into sleep, but the sounds of suffering followed him into his dreams. In his mind’s eye, he wandered down endless, sterile hallways, the cries of the other patients merging with his own inner voice, creating a haunting refrain vibrating deep inside him.
But even in the depths of despair, a faint glimmer of hope flickered. Each sob, each tear shed, each emotion unearthed, was a step towards healing, a painful yet necessary part of the journey towards recovery.
In this shared suffering, Charlie felt a strange sense of kinship with his fellow patients — a bond forged in the fires of adversity.
As dawn’s first light crept through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on the sterile room, Charlie felt a quiet resolve stirring within him. He was not alone in his suffering, and in that realization, he found the strength to face another day.
The road ahead was long and uncertain, but he was ready to walk it — one step at a time — one day at a time.
The End
Thank you for reading this story and as always, please
Stay In the Light,
Ed
I also have a Mailing List.
With the help of my grand niece Georgia, I have taken the first steps towards creating a mailing list.
Thoughts, Essays, Stories, and other Musings from a Grandpa who wants to share his thoughts with the world! This Grandpa is making a comeback — hence Ed’s Musings
Universal thoughts from Stoic philosophy, stories from the Tao, and some Flash Fiction for you to enjoy. Every now and then I may suggest one of my books and stories for you to order.
Just over two years ago I published a novel on Amazon and feel gratified that over 4,500 readers have enjoyed the story to date.
And 206 readers have left ratings averaging 4.3 out of 5 stars.
To start the story, I imagined what it must feel like if a top of the line fighter pilot in the middle of an aerial combat engagement with enemy forces under went a Near Death Experience.
That was a little challenging since I have never flown an airplane, but was a maintenance officer supervising those technicians who kept the airplanes flying. I had some memories from sitting in the bar with the fighter pilots and listening to their stories. I paid attention. And after receiving some technical assistance from a damn good Air Force fighter pilot with combat missions under his belt, I was able to write the flying scenes.
That part was easier than trying to figure out how to get the young pilot out of the situation. But then a memory from my days when I was a Chief of Maintenance at a flying training base presented a solution.
In this gripping novel, I hope you will join Harry on an emotional roller coaster ride as he grapples with loss, heartbreak, and the search for redemption.
A decorated Air Force pilot, Harry’s life is turned upside down when a near-death experience (NDE) in combat leads to a medical discharge.
Stripped of his reason for living — flying — and his military family, and now a civilian, Harry spirals into despair and self destruction, drowning his sorrows in alcohol and fleeting relationships.
Harry is in the throes of near death again!
Just when it seems all hope is lost, a restored Mustang, a mysterious missing person’s case, and an unexpected encounter with Katie, a computer geek, set him on a path to redemption.
As Harry struggles to stay afloat, will he be able to confront his demons and find purpose once again?
Find out if Harry can reclaim his life and face his nemesis, Mar, in a heart-stopping aerial battle that will leave you breathless.
This article will discuss some if the benefits and disadvantages of freelancing and show you how even seniors can continue to do what they love and earn some cash to combat the rising cost of living and the inflation we are living with these days.
My freelancing career started by accident and soon afterwards, I developed a primary freelancing niche of writing technical proposals for companies who are submitting bids to federal, state, and local governments.
As a freelancer, I have also accepted contracts to write other business-related documents (like adverts for a swimming pool builder) and once, two people, partners in a company, paid me to host an all-day seminar on Doing Business with the Federal Government…that was fun.
I have also prepared proposals for international companies for both international and US government customers.
I have been very lucky and worked with companies who have been awarded contracts totaling over $14 billion.
I started freelancing at the age of 50 and now, years later, I am making more money than ever and basically working when I want.
I started freelancing after leaving military service
My freelancing career has enabled my wife and I to travel around world and to pay off the mortgage on our little ranch in the hill country of Texas.
Benefits of Freelancing
I’ve listed some of the benefits of freelancing below.
You are Your Own Boss — You will be the CEO, Chairman of the Board, but also the Chief Cook and Bottle Washer.
You can Work from Anywhere — I now work from home, and truth be told, there are times when I have worked in my PJs or underwear. I’ve worked in my office, outside on the patio, on the pool deck, sitting in the swing, etc.
Freelance Songwriter Office (Stock Image from PicMonkey)
More Benefits of Freelancing
No More Commute — if you are like me and work mainly from home, then there is no commute. I commute around 50 steps from my back door to my standalone office.
You become More Productive — No wasted time commuting and it seems you can focus better.
Lower Costs — no automobile/gas costs, no fancy clothes to impress co-workers, just yourself
Some Tax Breaks — You can deduct a percentage of some household expenses as a business expense.
Choose your Own Working Hours
No Dress Code
No More Monday Mornings
Escape Corporate Culture
You can Take Longer Holidays
Do What You Love
Freelance Money (Stock Image from PicMonkey)
Disadvantages of Freelancing
There are some disadvantages to freelancing. The most common disadvantages include the following.
Inconsistent Income
More Skill Sets Required — then again, once you develop some additional skill sets, this could be an advantage.
You Find Your Work
Lack of Insurance/Employer Benefits — Once you start on Medicare, this is easier
Late or Irregular Payments for Clients — It happens. It happened to me. Twice with international clients and once with a US based firm. One study states that more than 58% of freelancers are not paid for their jobs at least once. Some freelancers mitigate this by using a service like Fiverr or Upwork or some sites like this, but then the service takes a fee. I use Fiverr to find people to advertise my fiction books and stories and Fiverr collects the fee up front.
Thank you for reading
and now…some
Shameless Self Promotion
I recently published an introductory video course on Gumroad to help Seniors (and others) investigate freelancing to see if they want to use their skills to freelance so they can help combat rising costs and inflation.
This course will help you determine if freelancing is for you.
This video course contains 12 short modules (2 to 3 minutes) to help you on your journey to earning a freelance income.
These modules include
Getting Familiar with Freelancing
Assessing your skills and what you enjoy
Pricing and outsmarting the competition
Where Customers are looking for your services
The Secret Pricing Method that always gets you customers
Showcase your services on social media
Networking with people who may need your services
And more
I’ve set the introductory pricing for this video series low so you can discover if FreeLancing Income for Seniors is right for you.
I never knew my paternal Grandmother, but I was very fortunate to know my maternal grandma a little.
Grandma in the kitchen (Stock Image from PicMonkey)
From the time I was 9 years old until around I was 12, when she passed, I used to visit my grandparents farm in rural Alabama for about a week each summer.
I don’t remember very much but do remember hanging out in her kitchen some and watching her cook. As I remember, she was a very good cook and cooked everything from scratch. Those memories are very vague.
I do have one memory that has stood the test of time.
My grandmother was sick with a prolonged illness and her family had placed her hospital bed in the guest room where I stayed when I visited that summer.
It was in rural Alabama in the early 1950s. The days were hot. On some summer nights my grandfather and my grown uncles would sit on the screened in porch and talk as the nighttime cooled the heat of the day. One night, I fell asleep sitting on the porch listening to them.
Rural Front Porch (Stock Image from PicMonkey)
One of my uncles carried me into the bedroom and I woke up just as he walked into the room. I stirred around in his arms and when my uncle put me on the bed, he started kidding me saying I was awake the whole time.
He was just joking but I got upset. I remember my grandmother sitting on the side of her hospital bed calming me down and telling me my uncle was just joking.
I was a young boy and not interested in such things, but one of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t ask my grandmother more about her life.
I would have liked to have heard about her growing up, I always loved hearing Grandma’s stories about her childhood and young adulthood. I would have liked to know what life was like for her growing up in the countryside, during the early 1900s, and as a young woman finding her way in the world.
I wonder now how she met my grandfather, what their life was like.
I wonder how they survived during the Great Depression.
How did she feel about sending her sons off to war during World War II?
All her sons returned but I wonder what went through her mind when one of her sons encountered temporary blindness during ground action.
If I had heard about Grandma’s experiences, it would have not only helped me understand her better as a person, but also might have taught me valuable lessons about perseverance, determination, and the importance of family.
Three years ago, my new grandson-in-law gave me a journal to work on where I could tell him as much as I could remember about my life.
I encourage everyone to take the time to sit down with their grandparents or elders and truly listen to their life stories. You never know what kind of wisdom and inspiration you might uncover.
Plus, it’s a beautiful way to honor and connect with our loved ones.
Shameless Self-Promotion
But, in these busy times, there is another way people can learn about their Grandma.
I put together a journal which may help.
I think this journal and notebook, My Grandma: In Her Own Words, (Amazon affiliate link) is a beautifully designed gift.
It is not a fancy book.
This simple guided journal helps grandmothers record their life story with over 80 questions. The thought-provoking questions and prompts are organized into chapters based on your grandmother’s life stages to help her record memories, experiences, treasured moments and reflections.
If you are considering a gift for Grandma, I hope you could consider this.
Or if you are a Grandma and want to leave your grandchildren a legacy, you might want to consider this Simple guided journal to gift to one of your grandchildren.
Thank You for Reading
life lessons that can be passed down to your children, grandchildren and cherished by future generations to come.
I shared before how, as seniors, my bride and I survived through the Polar Vortex which slammed through South Texas (we live in the country outside of San Antonio) in after being trapped by ice in our subdivision and being without power for 5 days, we then went without water for 6 weeks due to numerous breaks in our plumbing.
No Power for a Week
We live in south Central Texas. This is when we learned Texas alone of all the 50 states has its own power grid. The whole state suffered the power loss, although some local utilities bounced back quicker than others.
We were without power for 5 days and trapped in our subdivision because of sheets of ice on the roads.
No Water for 6 Weeks
Our nephew brought us some drinking water in his 4-wheel drive after after 3 days.
When the roads became accessible 5 days later, we waited another couple of days and then we traveled to a friend’s house.
Our friend’s house was located near a Whole Foods supermarket. We were able to buy some groceries and lost of drinking water.
We had a swimming pool which gave us water to flush the toilets.
My Son to the Rescue
We went without water for six weeks because of multiple breaks in our plumbing.
Going without water would have lasted over three and one-half months simply because all the plumbers were overwhelmed. We called about 30 plumbers and the best any of them could do was put us on a waiting list.
We were on many waiting lists.
After six weeks, my son, who is a great handyman, flew in to help. Through an extraordinary effort, in 24 hours, he repaired around 20 breaks in our plumbing system, and got the water flowing until the plumbers could come about 2 months later.
Otherwise, we would have been without water for a total of 4 months.
Plumbers were a little busy.
And Then The The Next Year
Then, the next year, we got another round of freezing weather. Not as bad.
We did have a small loss if electricity but only for two or three days and only for a couple of hours at the time.
All the main plumbing lines held. We had water.
We had one outside faucet spring a leak.
But now we are wondering what will happen this coming winter.
Despite a lot of political wrangling, we don’t see much improvement in the state power grid.
Making The Decision To Close The Barn Door
After 2 years in a row, we are locking the barn door.
I have been checking into becoming a little more prepared.
Some Steps We Have Taken To Close The Barn Door
Our handyman wrapped pipes which had not been wrapped in 45 years.
Our contractor installed a new door on our well house and then weather proofed inside the well house.
We also purchased some survival food tabs as part of out emergency food supply. These Survival Food Tabs will last 25 years and are gluten free and non-GMO (which is attractive to my bride)
Checking Out the Back Up Generator
This backup generator was one of the lower priced mid-range generator but after checking it out, I am impressed by the versatility it offers.
— I inspect it once a week and it has held a charge.
— I was pleased to find out you can charge this generator three ways.
1. Electrical outlet
2. Car battery
3. Solar panels (they provided the solar panels)
We plan to use this generator to keep our freezer going.
We are saving up for another backup generation for our refrigerator and lights. (That’s why you see Amazon affiliate links)
MAYBE GOING SOLAR
We are even talking to a company to see about installing solar on our house.
Elementary School Class — photo from PicMonkey by the author
THE INCIDENT
Just over two months ago, a suicidal 18-year-old youth walked into an elementary school 90 miles from my home and slaughtered 19 students and 2 teachers.
Last Saturday night, I watched excerpts from a 77-minute video of the tragedy taken from a security camera inside the school and a minute long video taken from outside the school as the shooter approached the school.
Then on Sunday night, I watched a 30-second or so excerpt from the body cam of two law enforcement officers.
For one of the few times in my life, I wished I could have NOT watched those videos.
Watching the school video after listening to and reading various news reports of the incident, the shock and disbelief at what I was seeing pierced my soul.
The video I watched was edited in the sense that the sounds of the children screaming were deleted, but I could see the perpetrator in the hallway who then entered the classroom, the arrival of the subsequent law enforcement officials, and hear the gunfire on the audio.
Some of the scenes ripping my soul apart as I watched the video.
THIS TRAGEDY COULD HAVE ENDED OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL.
I had originally entered some information that a law enforcement officer had seen the shooter outside the school and did not engage.
I learned after posting that this did not occur. It was Fake News.
THE INITIAL RESPONSE INSIDE THE SCHOOL
Once ensued, the security camera shows the shooter walking in a hallway, entering a classroom at the far end of the hallway, then multiple shots are heard. A statement appears saying the perpetrator fired 200 rounds in two and one-half minutes.
The video then shows the initial quick, law enforcement response. Three or four Officers then approached the classroom, guns drawn. This was entirely appropriate and consistent with what I understand their training taught them.
HEARTBREAK
Apparently, the gunman fired through the wall and the law enforcement officers scamper back down the hallway WHERE THEY REMAINED FOR OVER AN HOUR without attempting to engage.
I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I am in those law enforcement officers.
Why they did not attempt to engage immediately after the initial engagement boggles my mind.
ANOTHER HEARTBREAKING MOMENT
In another part of the 77-minute video, you see an officer take out his cell phone. Later, you learn the call is from his dying wife who is one of the slain teachers.
In one of the body cams videos released on Sunday, you hear him asking other officers to engage. I learned he had been disarmed.
COMMENTARY
I recommend you do not watch this video unless you want your soul ripped out of your heart.
When the incident occurred, I had relied upon news reports. Like everyone else, I was horrified.
After watching the video, I felt someone had gut-punched me and ripped my soul asunder.
I felt shame for the inaction of the law enforcement officers.
My soul became even sicker as I watched EVIL, armed with an AR-15, walk down the hall of that school and enter the classroom. Then shots rang out.
I do know I will never be the same after watching the videos but will not rest until I can find a course of action that will help prevent this kind of calamity from happening again.
I recently participated in a meeting where we discussed this version of the St. Francis prayer.
“Lord, make me a channel of thy peace—that where there is hatred, I may bring love—that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness—that where there is discord, I may bring harmony—that where there is error, I may bring truth—that where there is doubt, I may bring faith—that where there is despair, I may bring hope —that where there are shadows, I may bring light—that where there is sadness, I may bring joy. Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted—to understand, than to be understood—to love, than to be loved. For it is by self-forgetting that one finds. It is by forgiving that one is forgiven. It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life. Amen
When asked to share, my immediate reaction I shared was “Reading this makes me feels so (expletive deleted) inadequate.”
After I had shared, something occurred to me later I had wished I had shared.
So, my friends, here are my afterthoughts.
We are not perfect.
We have been placed here in this cosmos, this universe, this solar system, this earth by Infinite spirit (God).
Since I do not have the Creator’s insight, I can’t begin to define the purpose we are to serve while here in the physical body.
But the fact remains.
We are here.
We are human.
We have choice.
One Inescapable Conclusion
We can choose.
“When You Come to a Fork in the Road, Take It “ — Yogi Berra (Photo by the author via PicMonkey)
Since we are here and we have been presented with something that seems to have been inspired by a Divine Spirit, such as this Prayer by St. Francis, we can choose to use it as an ideal.
It can be tool for growth rather than something we read and say, “Oh, that’s nice.”
We can, instead, use this prayer as a set of principles to use to help us grow.
Steps We Can Take
(Photo by the author via PicMonkey)
The first step toward achieving the maximum value of this prayer is our WILLINGNESS to use it to foster our individual spiritual growth.
If we can adopt the willingness to use this prayer, we can break it down into its various components and use those components as instruments, then perhaps we can gain spiritual growth within ourselves.
What can we do?
We can shine the light of love onto feelings of anger, disgust, and hatred
We can forgive those who have wronged us
We can offer peace and harmony to situations of disagreement and discord
We can seek the truth where there is error
We can offer faith to those with doubt
We can offer hope to despair
We can offer light to the darkness
We can offer joy to sadness
And, most importantly,
We can offer love.
And then, maybe, we can begin to grow. . . one day at a time.
As he stood within the trees, watching the road snaking up the hill and savoring the tart scent of the pines, a glint of light caught his eye. Looking up, he saw an object in the eastern sky.
The object hovered in the air like a silent helicopter, floating near the ridge a thousand yards away. He strained his ears and heard a slight hum. The woods were quiet with no other sounds, only the faint humming sound.
Now, he saw the vehicle clearly with clean, well-defined lines, glinting in the twilight like burnished metal. He was unable to discern any seams in the object.
There was the light. The netherworld of dusk, presaging nightfall, began to engulf the mountain. The object remained bright, a self-contained amazing slightly pulsating source of glowing light.
The craft’s movements reminded him of a leaf falling, catching updrafts as it fell. Then it settled onto the surface. The man watched as three small beings came around from the far side of the vehicle and moved to the clearing’s edge. He strained his eyes to see the creatures silhouetted against the craft; they were small, humanoid, and moved strangely with a gliding motion.
Two more beings appeared and joined in the exploration of the area outside of the craft.
Suddenly, the craft shook. First, the left side dipped a little, about three feet, as far as the man could tell; the right side soon caught up. As the quicksand took hold, the craft began to sink into the ground. Despite himself, the man chortled.
The occupants glided toward the other side of the sinking craft, disappearing.
Suddenly, the disc began to glow brilliantly, becoming more and more intense as the craft shuddered. It lifted slightly.
The light dimmed. The vehicle settled back into the bog.
Again the light glowed, becoming brighter than it had before and the ship began to vibrate, shaking the earth around it. With a plop, the craft freed itself from the bog and hovered two hundred feet in the air.
The man didn’t hear the sound; he was too busy laughing. He continued to laugh, laughing so hard his sides hurt. Tears streamed down his face.
He continued to laugh, closing his eyes, bending over, and holding his sides. He paused and opened his eyes but the craft wasn’t in view. He looked around to find it had moved to the north, about three hundred feet from him.
Apprehension rose.
“I’m scared.”
He turned in the direction of the path leading him to the safety of his house. He started to run but was unable to move.
“My legs are wooden, dead.”
No matter how hard he tried; his legs wouldn’t operate.
Fear turned to terror as he heard a voice inside his head.
