So…there I was, a fairly junior, brand new “wet behind the ears” Border Patrol Agent, assigned to the Calexico California Station…

There’s always one thing that’s bugged the (bleep) outta me. People judging the book by its cover. Assuming since I’m whatever (not large, not overtly muscular, not assertive (that one’s a serious mis-judgement), etc., etc…) that I’m not capable, competent, etc.

This time, the general consensus was that I was a newbie. Ok, so I was – to the Border Patrol. However, I was previously a Recon Marine (Platoon Sergeant, when I left active duty), a multi-year Correctional Officer, SRT and SWAT member, Sheriff’s Deputy, Immigration Detention Officer (working with the Patrol), etc.

I get it that I had to learn all the Border Patrol stuff, but I wasn’t new to operating in austere environments in small teams, facing armed opponents (successfully), to law enforcement, or even to the Immigration and Naturalization Service.

However, I was junior – in rank, time in service, and several other ways – but I’ve never had a problem with starting at the bottom, earning my stripes, and learning the ropes. I actually like that!

In late 1989, I’d been around for a few months, and was starting to get a reputation for a real go-getter, so they had partnered me with “Jim”. He was a salty BP Agent, had been around the block, and had a penchant for getting into situations others might avoid as too “risky” – my kind of guy. We worked well together, and soon had that bond that comes from working closely in tight situations, and knowing that your partner has your back. He was one of those typical desert dwellers…skinny, burnt mahogany and wiry muscles. And he smoked like a chimney…

At this point, with the background laid out I’d like to say “It was a dark and stormy night”, but let’s get real. It’s Calexico California!  It’s a desert environment, with a climate much like Baghdad, Iraq. It was a blazing hot (well over a 100 degrees), dry, dusty, eye-wateringly bright day, just before noon.

Jim wanted a sit-down lunch, and we were out in the sector we called the “west desert” (which should be an indicator…a desert within a desert), and there was really only one place out there. The Mount Signal Café, on the corner of Hwy 98 and Brockman Rd. We headed out there, ordered our ginormous Sweet Ice Teas, he ordered a cheeseburger, and I ordered the taco plate – their specialty.

Just like in the movies…as Jim took his first bite of greasy cheeseburger, and I had just picked up my first crispy (except where it was laying in the “salad” juice…) taco, the radios came alive.  It was the spotter plane, so high up you couldn’t hear it or even know it was there unless you knew exactly where to look.  He called a “group” (of illegal aliens) crossing just upstream from the “check” (a vehicle crossing over the All American Canal – which, although it was technically north of the US/Mexico border, was the functional equivalent of the border).

I could tell by the lazy drawl that it was Wayne Wa. I’d never met Wayne, but you could tell when he was on the radio. He sounded just like John Wayne in some of his old westerns! I could just see the hat tipped back on his head, and a piece of straw in the corner of his mouth. I didn’t know where he was from, but I was guessing somewhere in rural Texas.

“Thur crossin’ up yonder at thuh check by Mandrapa an’ Rockwood road.  Looks like a load, thr’s a white van approachin’.  Anyone available?”

Jim let him know where we were, and that we were responding, as we dropped our food, ran outside and jumped into our slightly beat up, heavily dusty Dodge Ram 4X4. With the windows down (you couldn’t put them up in the summer because the air conditioner would overheat and start a car fire), we spun a “doughnut” in the gravel parking lot, eating our own dust, and started down Brockman road, when Wayne told us to turn around, and head east (towards Calexico) on the 98, because they had just loaded up the van, and were headed north on Rockwood, towards 98.

We knew if they hit 98, they’d take a left and head west through the mountains, and come out on US 8 by Ocotillo, heading toward San Diego, so we had to cut them off.  Jim stood on the gas, and we shot down to Rockwood, turning south towards the border, and both vehicles saw each other at the same time.

We were heading south and they were heading north, when they cut a hard right turn onto Anza Road, heading back towards Calexico.  At that rate of speed, if they hit town, folks could be seriously hurt or killed…so we had to stop them before they got close.  I got on the radio and called ahead, and several BP vehicles started out from the Calexico Station headed towards us, hoping to get there before they entered town.

As we were getting close to town, we came up on a sharp left turn in the road, and we were afraid the van would lose it and roll, but he cut another sharp right off the road onto a small dirt road beside the cement canal, headed back towards Mexico. In a deliberate act, he veered left and crashed into the cement buttress at the head of the small canal, knowing we would stop and take care of the injured, and he could make it back to the border canal, just yards away…and escape.

Jim cranked the wheel over, and we stopped just inches from the van as I flung open the passenger door, and thoroughly pissed at the driver for endangering a van full of people (a couple of who were pregnant mothers with children, as we learned later), took off after him at full speed.  I knew other BP vehicles were arriving, and that they would be helping those in the van.

As I came around the front of the van at a full-speed run, I dove into a flying tackle, hitting him mid-body, and we both went off into the cement ditch, slamming down with me on top of him.  As I put the cuffs on him he looked up, and there was Jim, on the other side of the canal looking down with a grin, holding the shotgun to cover me if it had been needed.

I remember hearing “Was that yeu “Kaken”? Damn, that was a hell of a tackle!”, as Wayne started to laugh, and signed off.

After all that got settled out, I got called up to Sector Headquarters in El Centro a couple of days later.  Some of the bosses wanted to see who I was, and give me a pat on the back for stopping the guy who didn’t show any human regard for his “cargo”, including the two pregnant women, when he deliberately crashed that van so he could get away.

While I was up there I got a tour, and as I was leaving, I saw a small Asian (turned out to be Chinese) man in a green flight suit walking towards me.  As he got close, he smiled, stuck out his hand and said “Yeu Kaken? Dam, boy, that was some (bleep) down thr thuh othur day, wadnit?”

I just stood there for a second, frozen. What my eyes were seeing didn’t match with what my ears were hearing. A small Asian man with John Wayne’s voice!! My brain disconnected, unable to process… I managed to stammer out “yes Sir, it was some (bleep) alright!”

He gave my hand a final squeeze and smiled…and then (I’m not making this up), with his left hand he stuck the stub of a chewed cigar back in his mouth, said “Good on ‘ya boy!”, and clapped me on the back as he turned and headed back down the hallway. I just stood there watching his swagger as he went out the door. It finally connected that I had just met “John” Wayne Wa…

Turns out his family had immigrated, and he had grown up watching John Wayne movies, always wanting to be like him…and had legally changed his first name to Wayne…

And I had been irritated at others who had assumed things about me. Talk about misjudging a book by its cover! A small Chinese cowboy flying a US Border Patrol plane high over a desert by the Mexican border – doesn’t get any better than that!

• Last week of Jan – Second week of Feb:  Working with Military Veterans Advocacy (MVA) advocating on Capitol Hill (the Hill), primarily for the Blue Water Navy Vietnam Veterans bills (HR-299 on the House side, and S.1195 on the Senate side), as well as other Veterans Benefits bills, and meeting with numerous House and Senate offices and the Representatives and Senators, as well as Senate and House Veterans Affairs Committees.

 

• Two weekends a month (all year, through this coming August): Sponsoring my fellow Marine and friend, who as I mentioned before, I served with in the Marine Corps here in the US, as well as Kosovo.  He served honorably, and went on to serve in Iraq as well.  He was also very successful in his civilian career, reaching the very top of his profession.  Like a lot of those who served, the toll of his service weighed heavy, and eventually, coupled with other factors (such as mis/over-prescribed medications from the VA for his PTSd and TBI), contributed to the reason he was incarcerated.  He is now in a Pre-Release facility, and is doing (as I knew he would) very well.

 

• Last week of Feb – First week of Mar:  Back on the Hill with MVA, same advocacy.

 

• Feb 27th:  Interview and filming for a documentary about PTSD by Jess Arnold (WUSA9), supporting the PTSD photo gallery of artist Susan J. Barron, who put together Depicting The Invisible: A Portrait Series of Veterans Suffering from PTSD.

• Second week of Mar: Back on the Hill with MVA, same advocacy.

 

• Mar 14th: Meeting at the White House with their Legislative Liaison Director, with MVA, same advocacy.  

 

• Mar 19th:  Meeting with leaders from the local Rudiarius Motorcycle Club Chapter (Veterans, Fire, EMS, Law Enforcement) and the Fairfax H.O.G. Chapter about continued fundraising activities for this year (they have been long-time fundraisers for charitable causes in the local community).

 

• Mar 30th:  Freedom and I were invited to attend the Reception honoring the “Depicting the Invisible” portrait series, hosted by The Army and Navy Club, Washington DC.

 

• First week of Apr: Working on and supporting a book / documentary project, including a visit with my friend and fellow Marine (a MOH recipient) Harvey “Barney” Barnum.​

• May 1 – 5:  Freedom and I went on our annual Black Lake fishing trip with my good friend, and highly acclaimed award-winning author, Clint Goodwin, and his son-in-law and a couple of friends.  As always, Freedom was our good-luck fish-licker, and brought us success!  It was a much-needed get-away, and a great time. 

 

• May 15 – 24:  Trip to South Texas on family business…a big wedding!  A great time was had by all!

 

• Last week of May and first week of Jun:  Trip to New Orleans to redesign, reorganize and expand Military Veterans Advocacy from its current organizational structure and size, into a more robust, growing and self-sustaining organization that will be able to continue and expand its ability to carry out the MVA mission to support and assist military members, veterans and their families to protect their rights and benefits through Legislation, Litigation and Education.

 

• Second week of Jun:  Back on the Hill with MVA, same advocacy.

• And of course, all sorts of personal appointments, Freedom’s weekly appointment with Carol at the Vienna Pet Spaw, and general maintenance and yard work, etc…just to fill in the slow spots…  

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So much for the “explanation” (i.e., thinly veiled excuse…).  Sure, I was busy, but that is no excuse for not keeping up with my writing.  There were a few ones in there that would have interfered, like the weeks up on the Hill.  When we’re walking from office to office all day, seeing up to 8-10 Members or their staffs each day, there is literally no time to do anything else.

However, during those weeks where I was on trips…I can’t say with a straight face that I couldn’t have found a couple of spare hours per week to write the weekly posts and updates.  And probably work on a chapter or two in the book.

But I finally realized the BIG problem that was in my way (besides just not “doing the work”).  It all hit me square in the face when I read this outstanding article by Robert Glazer.  To Be Successful You Need to Say No Often.

I already knew this, several times over.  From my Marine training.  From my Dale Carnegie training in the 80’s.  From numerous other sources over the years.  I just let it slip back.  I just have a hard time saying No!

It’s the old adage.  “If you want something done, ask a busy person.”  I have always been a busy person, and I’ve always had people asking me to help, to do stuff.  And I keep doing it.

I did it so much, that I stopped doing my stuff!!  Well, guess what.  That stops now.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to drop the ball…but I AM going to shift what I do for people so I phase myself out of being needed.  Like reorganizing MVA so it is a growing, self-sustaining successful organization that doesn’t need me anymore! 

I’m going to say no – often.  And I’m going to focus back on what I need to do, for my writing, my personal life, and my family.  Life is like a roll of toilet paper.  The closer to the end you get, the faster it goes…and I don’t intend to turn into an empty cardboard roll before I get back on track!

And as a career military man, a law enforcement professional, and former firefighter / EMT-A (my absolute favorite job, by the way…), I’ve seen a lot of people, in good and bad situations. My goal (and the goal of those I worked with) was to protect those in need, and serve (my community, my country, and those people that I could).  
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So, animal or human? I tend to like them both…especially animals. They tend to be more humane…

Endeavor to Persevere…
​By Jim Kuiken

Well, it’s that time.  I do a lot of things (just ask anyone…especially those “friends” who call me the Energizer Bunny…).  I write (books, blogs, articles, etc.), I work out, I help organizations (veteran / first responder) fundraise, I do speaking engagements (Leadership through adversity, building winning teams, etc.).  And I work on behalf of those who risk all, and suffer the consequences of their service for all of us.  (Military, Veterans, Law Enforcement, Firefighters, EMS, etc., and their families).

All of these things are in service to and recognition of those who serve and protect us.  That is where my life has brought me, and that is my purpose.

So a new year kicked off (I know, that was a blatant reference to last week’s post), and with the new year comes new and renewed effort to effect change.  This year, like last, I’m focusing hard on helping some of our Veterans – specifically those who were contaminated by toxic exposures through their service to this Nation, as well as those who are still fighting with the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) to receive benefits they are entitled to…that they earned.

Last year I joined forces with Military Veterans Advocacy (MVA).  There are a LOT of Veteran Service Organizations (VSO’s) and other non-profit organizations that do everything from providing Service Dogs, to helping families of the fallen pay off their mortgage, suicide prevention, assisting with housing, and offering support in all sorts of ways.

MVA is a bit different.  Basically, they write draft Bills and push legislation with Congress, trying to make the Dept. of Veterans Affairs take care of our veterans.  To uphold the promise that was made to each of these servicemembers when they joined…that they would be taken care of if they suffered sickness, injury or death because of their service to the Nation.

When Bills don’t work, MVA takes them to court, and again, tries to make the VA do its job.

As an example, last year MVA drafted, supported and worked with many Representatives and Senators to pass H.R.299 - Blue Water Navy Vietnam Veterans Act of 2017, which was designed to RESTORE the presumptive exposure to Agent Orange benefits to those who served offshore during the Vietnam War…and who already had those benefits granted in the original bill in 1991, until they were stripped away by an administrative policy interpretation by the VA in 2002.

After HR-299 bill was passed in the House (382 – 0…yes, that’s right, by a unanimous, bi-partisan vote), it went to the Senate, where two (yes, just 2 out of 100) Senators put a “hold” on the bill in committee, effectively killing the bill.  And the VA vociferously opposed the bill the entire time.

So, again, we’re moving forward this year with a re-drafted bill to try to restore the benefit that was stripped away by the VA, and make sure the 90,000+ (still surviving, with many fading fast) veterans affected get what they earned – care for the illnesses they incurred because of their service to our nation, during war.

BUT, we’re doubling down!  Not only are we working on the Blue Water Vietnam Veterans bill to get their benefits back, we’re going after multiple Toxic Exposures for our Veterans!

Agent Orange / Herbicide exposure.  (Vietnam era, but in multiple locations where it was used and stored throughout the Pacific and other areas).

Gulf War exposures.  Radiological exposures.  Asbestos exposures.  Others…

And the big one that everyone’s talking about today – Burn Pits exposure, from Iraq and Afghanistan, and other areas (and times…because it’s not just a recent thing, we’ve had burn pits in many wars and areas in the past).

And court cases!  Besides individual benefit cases, MVA pursues cases that have wide-reaching impact (for classes and groups of veterans), in the Court of Veteran’s Appeals all the way up to the Supreme Court of the United States!

I applaud all those organizations that help or support our veterans and first responders.  Heck, I’m even developing a non-profit of my own to do just that.

But I’ve chosen to step up and take it to Congress and the Courts, to force the VA and the government to hold true to the promises that were made to our service men and women, and their families.  We’re not asking for handouts.  We (the servicemembers and veterans) paid our price up front.  They stepped up when many step away, and put themselves and their families on the line, and many of them are suffering and dying because of that sacrifice.

Going after the government is a lot like tilting at windmills…  But you can have an effect on government – and actually make it work!  You just have to not take no for an answer.

Sometimes, waiting for your benefits isn’t enough.  You have to “Endeavor to Persevere”.

Also, with my team in LA in the 90’s, when I was the Supervisory Special Agent in charge of “Special Investigations”.  We’d go out on gang enforcement, high-risk warrant entries, etc.  They (thinking I didn’t know…) called me the “Chihuahua”, because I never stopped, didn’t seem to notice that (almost everyone) was bigger than me, but still never backed down, etc.  Yeah…real funny…

​And there are false call signs and nicknames.  Let’s talk about “Mad Dog” Mattis.  That was NEVER General Mattis’ callsign or nickname.  That was a tag the media gave him, and that is so far from the truth as to be insulting.  He is NOT a mad dog…his actual nickname is “Warrior Monk”, because he is so well-read, thoughtful, educated, measured and deliberate in his every action. It is why his subordinates and “troops” all revere him. And yes, I call him General rather than Secretary, because General is so much more…  

Wow!  That’s so not my family!!  Nothing wrong with that, it’s just not mine.

My family consists of a hodgepodge of folks from all walks of life.  First, my siblings.

I have one brother (from my mom and father, but we were raised by my mom and dad – who married my mom a few years after she and my father were divorced.)

I have three sisters…one from my mom (and dad), one from my father (and his wife), and one with no parents in common…

And I have a dog…my Freedom.  Who everyone loves. 

None of us (siblings) has 2.5 kids.  A couple have 5, I have 3, one has one, and one has none.  And the fun part is we are anything but homogeneous​…if you base that on ancestry.