Barrio Incident, Latin America Style

This chapter was written soon after this event took place in 1989. Stoney and TB wanted my help (Fitz) as the opening narrator of this chapter and Howie’s input because he was right there in the total bizzare thick of the action with David who is also known to all of us as Stoney but Steve in real life. My cousin TB and Stoney wanted to put this story together soon after because it was very fresh in their minds and wanted tight accurate information describing all the events. 

As the story progresses, I (Fitz) turn the real inside action over to our good big buddy Howie, who again
was right there alongside Steve (Stoney) and my beloved best friend and BAD ASS cousin TB.

Without getting into the jest of the whole matter, TB needed, or I should really just say wanted David to assist him, or again more to the point, be down in Mexico on a special mission watching his back.  This all happened in early September of 1989 and the location was many hundreds of miles southwest of the Texas Brownsville border, deep inside Mexico. The operation included TB and four handpicked ex-Rangers now working for him, plus Howie, Jacob and Cowboy, who were always by his side.  Their task was to be a part of an overall rotating professional well-trained military grouping, watching a very wealthy connected Mexican women who had taken her kids away from her very heavily politically also connected Texas husband.  The operation besides tracking her was to wait for the diplomatic channels between the two governments to properly and legally be put in place, so that this assembled large force of men could eventually do the task of safely bringing the two children back to their aforementioned father. 

Now this needed footnote has to be dropped in here, and that is after David and T left Acapulco, it was hard over the years for D to say ‘No, I can’t really get away to help you’, to my cousin’s request for his back up, and truth be told, TB was highly superstitious and believed David was always his good luck and good fortune for him.

Now as far as this new operation down in the belly of Mexico, well this was a complicated mess and an entanglement that David repeatedly kept telling my stubborn cousin to stay out of.   D wanted TB to stay focused and stick to the developing private for hire specialized mini-militia force business that he had been doing a great job of operating and growing over the past nine years. But the catch was, the key guy that TB worked with in the pentagon basement where his unofficial official contracts for his air freight work many years earlier came from, requested or more like told him he wants his other extreme services that my cousin more or less bragged about, to get involved in this operation.

My cousin loved the action and besides that, the money was going to be big, and that was something TB always loved knowing was going to be there at the beginning and the end of whatever he got his team involved in.  So yeah, no question about the money or the action, because he loved it all and he didn’t shy away from admitting that.

Just like his past weed business and present militia activities, this mission was more than likely going to have some adrenaline rushes going down, but that’s what Cousin T, plus Howie, Jacob and Cowboy loved also, and they didn’t care how much came at them.

Now back earlier on in David’s real wild days in Mexico and maybe for a dozen years after, these kinds of situations excited and pumped up D just the same as the boys, but deep down he knew this wasn’t his bag in any way compared to Cousin T and our good friends.

And that was cool with everyone, but it was David’s knack over the years to help my cousin carefully in all phases plan out his missions, to reduce and even more importantly, avoid any kinds of dangerous possible miss steps that could come during an operation.   But this Mexican deal was just a few years past that sweet spot of David’s prime, but he wanted to be there as usual to have TB’s back, keeping him as safe along with the continuing good luck my big bad ass cousin truly felt D did for his life.  Their lives were connected solidly once they first met in Acapulco, and after that, TB, David and the boys roamed and worked flawlessly on Cousin T’s pentagon contracted air and land work from anywhere in the United States to down far into many of the Central Latin American countries.

Like I said, this operations orders came from a source deep in the under pinning’s of our government.  Most of the set-up and advance work, meaning target identification, total logistics and surveillance points were covered and zoned in on, so for this particular operation everything was in full swing, and after the boys flew in and were brought up to speed and then took up their positions and first rotation, they officially became part of a large team in different areas of this Mexican Barrio.

Ever since David returned from Acapulco and started working closely with Cousin T, there was a known fact by all the close caring and working buddies that David was good for a maximum of ninety-six hours of time away.  To the point for that, he didn’t like putting himself away and out of an earshot from calling or seeing and helping his parents, so nothing would appear on their radar of wondering or worrying, ‘where is their son?’.

In a nutshell he was a good son, a devoted one, but a pure wild child and unpredictable to them at times, so David’s dad had to do a lot of covering for him, because his mom was a real worrier type, big time if you gather what I mean.  But there was another ninety-six

hour factor of time involved, truth be told, and that was due to his hearts ability to handle all the adrenaline and energy being created and then drained completely out of him.

Some of the missions over the years were incredibly stressful and almost pure nonstop adrenaline filled events.  This is what TB was regularly drawing our friend into and I can say that David admitted to me that sometimes the action was close to being way over his head, and he knew that because he had a big part in planning the missions out. . .And so as D would generally say about now, Nuff Said. .

Now I’m going to hand-over and share this chapters writing with Howie, who was an eye-witness to the rest of the Barrio Incident story.  Sit tight now, for the fast actions coming.

David, Jacob and myself were watching with strong powerful binoculars TB and Cowboy way down below in this quiet Barrio downtown area.  We all had these really cool two-way ear pieces that Fitz created, and they were connecting us to our boys, but ten minutes into our friend’s below movements, we began having some sort of technical failure happening and we really needed to make contact at that very instant.  The deal was, we had to warn TB and Cowboy that six bad hombres were trailing them, and they looked like they were about to do a serious strike on our unsuspecting brothers down there.

In an instant David whispered to me and Jacob that he could see in his binoc’s that three dudes were personally trailing TB, and their actions were slowly closing in and becoming more cunning with each of their steps.  He went from Stealth mode to screaming out our pre-planned need for speed danger signal to the four Ex-Rangers on our team who were positioned seven feet away.  Without pause, David next yelled out to all, ‘LET’S GO’.

We were all about protecting our two friend’s and this same kind of deal happened between David and TB many years earlier in the mountains of Acapulco, so now again, Stealth was in full auto-pilot quick protective reaction mode. We all dropped our binoculars right where we were ground-belly situated, and then without hesitation, we all took off, aiming to reach our buddies as quick as possible.

Honestly though, David can’t run worth a lick and this was a known fact and nothing in any way by it held against him.  But he led the charge off our command post and then the six of us took off in a full out sprint to bear down and reach our boys, and all the while, David was doing his best to keep up with us, and mentally readying himself just like we all were for the upcoming action.

We all closed in on a lot of ground quickly, and now I was zeroing in on this one dude to take him down and hoping TB would pick up on the other two punks trailing close behind.

I hit the guy so hard with my left shoulder into his right-side rib cage, I could feel and hear bones cracking, which we all trained over the years to actually do.  As soon as that went down, the big guy heard, saw and then immediately his combat sixth-sense danger radars went into their wide-open engaging modes.

TB was instantly now in the fight using his Leopard cat like reflexes along with his powerful deadly huge bear like animal fighting strength we all knew that he possessed.  He hit one of the other guys so powerfully in the jaw, I could hear it shatter and the dude cried out in obvious terrible pain, and as soon as that happened, the third guy took out a knife and now TB literally made an animal like noise, then took out his Bowie, over matching what the other fool was holding.

The three dudes trailing Cowboy were now getting it on with Jacob and our other four operators with us, and that action was intense.

Ours was too, because now a fourth attacker we didn’t catch onto came out of thin air and cracked me with some heavy object on the back of my head, and I went down really dazed, and then thankfully out of nowhere David comes shoulder crashing into him and they both went flying.  D’s body did a mid-air spinout, and he landed really awkwardly in a thud I clearly heard.  After that, the situation really got crazy because we all under counted our enemies from our rooftop position.  There were five on T’s trail, and that fifth guy was lagging behind, and came up quickly and went after David who was still on the ground. .

There’s one thing you don’t do, and that is pull a knife on a true down and dirty experienced knife fighter, that being our friend TB.  I was asked not to get into details here other than to say the fight ended savagely brutally quick, and then after, our boss saw David was getting repeatedly pummeled really badly.  This attacker got three rapid-fire solid steel toe kicks to his left lower leg, foot and ankle area and one hard kick to his right knee, and one solid blow to the side of his head.  Our buddy D was getting beat down pretty bad, but still had the moves to do his best to dodge defensively as much as possible.

I was actually a bit woozy and still down on the ground, but T was now zoned in on the guy attacking David.  He came around the guys blind backside, and grabbed this dude up with both his hands around his neck and then his powerful fingers squeezed deeply into his Adams apple area, and then picked him way up and off the ground, released one hand from around his entire neck and then body slammed him down hard into the asphalt.

The force of the slam was meant to be insanely life threatening, just pure brutality, and that’s the best way I can describe it.  The dude was badly bleeding out of the back of his head and completely out cold, but TB wasn’t done until David yelled at him, ‘STOP!’

I’m just going to say that at that moment in time, D saved that man’s life, , believe me.

After TB heard and listened to his forever guardian friend’s command, he next heard David painfully say he can’t get up and walk and he needs help, and T responded instantly by grabbing our friend and putting him over his shoulder like he weighed a feather.  After that move by my long-time comrade in arms, he came over to me and gave me a needed helping hand too, and then we along with all the rest of our team started making our way out of the area.  The boys during our action had a pretty bad ass fight going on themselves, but Cowboy and Jacob know how to take care of business, and our Four well trained Rangers jumped in and helped our boy’s kick ass, so that was that.

Again, we were in a Latin Barrio in the middle of the day and didn’t have any weapons or heavy man power back up at that particular time of the operation.  Well actually we had some serious knives on us, especially TB, but still, we didn’t know what was coming next so we had only one objective now, which was get to our jeeps and get out of there rapidly.  Within an hour after some heads-up zig zagging and yet strategical driving by T taking the lead wheel, we finally felt save in an area with other American operators hired like us.  These dudes were highly trained and skilled, and once we safely arrived, we felt welcomed and comforted being in a well-armed encampment.  TB and David explained to us going in that we were actually also working with the local trusted Federales, so more or less we all felt half way safe in our surroundings, well maybe not half way, but, whatever.

This gig wasn’t supposed to be anything too dangerous or end up having any serious complications, but whoever dreamed up that crock of BS, should be immediately fired, seriously!

Now were going to switch back to Fitz to wind it up.  We talked it over and agreed this is how the next flow of the action should be explained away.  So here again is my good friend.

Hello, and thank you for your interest in our story.  First and foremost, I wish I could have been there with them but I just vicariously live through all my friend’s because being totally honest, I don’t have the balls, I don’t have the talent, and without any doubt, don’t have the nerve, but I sincerely wish that I did.  We all have our different strengths that we should apply ourselves to do in life, as David would often say to all of us, and he’s right, but I admit I wish I had more physical skills, but humbly obvious to all, my fortunate talents lay elsewhere.  Now though I’m going to try and do another task as the writer finishing the events of what happened that afternoon in that far away Mexican Barrio.

To finish the story, Cousin and D, along with Howie, Jacob and Cowboy totally filled me in on about what happened after they got to the safe house after that scary street brawl.

Okay, so first of all it was my fault how everything technically went wrong with the communication systems, and none of the problems should have ever happened because David always had house rules about testing out all old and especially new equipment before any mission is ever set to begin.  But my good friend David defended me and took the blame because he said he wasn’t on his normal mental game of checking and then double rechecking all the equipment, because he admitted his mind wasn’t totally into this operation.

You see during that period of time, just ten days earlier, David began going through a tough period of life because his sweet and caring childhood high-school young lady gal pal friend had broken his heart and spirit, after she said their close-knit kinship was over.  She accused him of cheating on her, but he told all of us he never did such a thing, and he wouldn’t lie or duck away from the truth with any of us. He was really confused by her accusation and David now was willing to do anything to escape from his mental pain, so when TB asked him to be his wingman for that Op down in Mexico, he was all in like a bat out of Hell.

They were still operating out of the Michigan War Room barn my cousin built, and it was especially at that time a place where David and Benji hung out because he said the vibe and ambiance of the entire custom set up, helped take his mind off of his now ex-lady friend and her young sweet daughter that he cared a lot about also.  He told me that the tightly built high ceiling planning room along with the giant green surrounding hanging felt curtains and especially the beautiful Sequoia custom built table, helped take his mind away from overthinking things, and ease his pain.  Cousin T did his best to help David thru the ordeal by keeping his mind occupied with the upcoming mission and some other heavy ones too, and when not working, TB was blasting away D’s favorite Motown music.

When the new mission was first told to me, my cousin told me he was totally stoked that David was going to be having his back down in Mexico, but I said to him that that wasn’t the wisest move for our friend to be making because he wasn’t his normal focused self.

Yeah-no, edgy and grizzly actually was the way he was behaving and it was obvious to all of us, but who could blame him.  And because of that I had to say something to my cousin and David, so eventually I got up the nerve to separately tell them that the timing wasn’t right for D, but their minds were made up though, so that was that!

But I have to also say, I told my cousin that I thought this mission could be a little too dangerous for David and he should just stick to aiding him with going over all the logistical and tactical operations that were his absolute main strengths.  I made the point to T that our close friend hadn’t been training and up to the physical task like all his steadily growing army of professional warriors were in, plus I said again but this time with my strongest conviction, that D’s mind wasn’t in the game because of this break-up that he was suddenly shocked with. TB heard my thoughts but like his usual self, he was a stubborn sort of guy and always welcomed David to be by his side because he always made sure my cousin was doubly safe at all times.  But again, I harken back to D making the point himself after the Barrio incident, that he was so off his game he didn’t push like always to check and double check all the gear and especially the communication systems.

David was a warrior but nothing of the likes of cousin T, Howie, Jacob and Cowboy.  This was an easy-going accepted no-brainer fact by all, but these five friends were solid in everything they did together and whenever all the boys were working in the field, the comradery was great.  But there was no question though that T and D had a special kind of telepathic energy going on and the boys saw it first hand, and told me it was like nothing they’d ever seen, and they always appreciated and loved catching it in action.

Once they were all in the well-guarded safe compound, a medic on site did some patch work on all the guys, and did his best to ease the heavy swelling and pain David was having in his left foot and lower leg, and right knee.  D was lucky by being agile enough at the time when the guy was kicking away at his head, but he still got dinged up pretty good.

As the boys huddled together to pass the time and try and make sense of all that happened just less than a few hours previous, David started talking about a wild and bizarre Hypnotic pilot program DARPA and the CIA were experimenting with.  He was explaining to our guys and a few others that came by to listen, it was all about taking a subject and through some scary deep hypnosis program, turning anyone under their control into an automated like killer after commanded to do so.  He was warning them to strongly alert others they came across or knew in the Ghost, Spook and Wetback world they themselves rubbed shoulders with over the years, to stay away from any kind of volunteering to have some medical tests done for free by any Federal agencies or any organizations offering no charge examinations.

The boys were shocked and so was I when I heard all about this government sponsored mind control Hypnosis stuff, but none of us doubted it one bit, seriously.

All the guys told me David was in a very talkative mood that entire time after the street brawl, and they all attributed that for him trying to keep his mind off the pain he was in. He covered a lot of subjects besides the Hypnosis assassins’ program, one being about Comet Kahoutek and how TB and him just went wild with their imaginations after witnessing for weeks in Acapulco that amazing growing brighter and brighter Comet in the sky.  They together shared with the guys ideas and interesting facts that since then they’ve learned about regarding Meteors and Asteroids, especially the so-called big Asteroid that sixty plus million years ago wiped out the Dinosaur age.

David was a serious guy about Mother Nature and he brought up in his low-key manner but yet strong with his typical conviction, that the Oceans are the Womb of the Planet, and as soon as that thought of his was said, he had all the guys sitting up and paying attention.  They all were planet and animal lovers, especially Cowboy with his protective thing for Elephants and the gentle floating Manatees, and they talked amongst each other about how mankind is poisoning the Earth and Oceans.  They heard David talking about his believes that Earthquakes and Volcanos are going to pay back mankind one day, and he questioned them to think about will governments and maybe Billions of people around the world be prepared for such startling and amazing Mother Nature powerful events.

And more to David’s deep natural thinking straight up ways, was his thoughts about all world leader’s with Nuclear Bombs better keep their thinking caps on and practice the wise idea of ‘Cooler Heads Must Prevail’, in times when war time serious saber rattling begins with two combatants with NUKES in their weaponry arsenal.

David’s other relatable short and to the point preaching sermon was that no one will ever win a nuclear war if it ever comes to that, and I was told that all the warriors listening were totally in agreement, definitely knowing he was right!

Time generally heals all wounds, mental and physical, including broken hearts and all, but that day’s actions and technical missteps of not doing our routine checks and double checks, proved to be a valuable lesson that never was allowed to happen again.

D was off his game so much that he admitted he didn’t catch in the binoculars the body language of those attackers that lagged way behind, and ended up springing up out of nowhere.  He had his years of experiences of profiling thousands of people’s actions of different countries and cultures, right down to their walk and gate, but again, during a rap up meeting in the War Room with TB and the boys, he talked about how he missed all the signals of the people on that Barrio street.

David half joked in that meeting about he wished that TB and myself could figure out a way to set up a Satellite link, so that we could literally have eyes in the sky and zero in and video tape and watch in real time the entire footprint of that Barrio area that all the action took place.  And D’s dream, vision and wish all came true less than a dozen years later.

During their meeting, TB wondered out loud if all the guys were made and photographed when they came walking off the Jet at the little Mexican private airport. He questioned the tightness of the security on the Mexican Federales side who were there to assist in the operation.  He spoke truthfully and humbly about how he knows his size stands out, but still, he made the point that the guys weren’t on that street for more than five minutes when the attacks went down.

It was decided after the lead Op boss who securely called in to the command post in the USA and explained what happened, that the extraction should be expedited within 48 hours, and it safely was with all the men and a dozen more flown in for extra back-up.

On that special Jet that quickly arrived with the men, the request was made on the original call for crutches to be brought along for David and an odd request of sorts, but legit, was bring dozens of bags of ice for the walking wounded.  Ice was a precious commodity in that hot and humid Barrio, and besides having very little of it, it also melted faster than its planned use for both David’s legs, and Howie throbbing head wound.  The request was taken seriously, and over two dozen twenty-pound deep frozen ice bags were brought in.

And so we’ll wrap up and leave now that faraway Latin American Barrio on as much of a positive note as possible, with the old standby adage, of ‘All’s Well that ends Well’.

Well, we can at least think that, to ease the mental and physical pain of that time period.

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