FAQ

This post attempts to answer the most common questions and answers about The Kidd Incident and the Modern Warfare Series.

Q:  What is The Kidd Incident?

A:  The Kidd Incident (https://thekiddincident.com) is a speculative fiction work.  It was originally developed as a weekly serial.  The Kidd Incident is now complete and is Book 1 of the larger Modern Warfare series.

Q: Is The Kidd Incident available in book format?

A:  Yes, The Kidd Incident is now available on Amazon:  https://a.co/d/2ztATVq 

Q: If The Kidd Incident is Book 1, is there a Book 2 or 3?

A: Yes.  Book 2: The Sonoran Incursion is currently being published on https://thekiddincident.com as a weekly serial just like the original The Kidd Incident.

Q: Why isn’t Book 1 available for free any longer?

A: Because Book 1 is now available as a full length novel, we have taken the web version down. The version on Amazon has been edited by a professional editor and contains all the fixes and updates suggested by the community. We are using the revenue from book sales to fund this web site and this allows us to run the web site ad free.

Q: What inspired you to write The Kidd Incident?

A:  I have been a very active member of Quora over the last couple of years.  As part of that, I have been reading and writing answers about a possible military conflict in the Pacific between the USA and China.  I felt that most of the answers on Quora were wrong and based on false assumptions.  I attempted to do some of my own research and started writing my own answers.  I received enough positive responses to those answers that it inspired me to write a fictional story revolving around this scenario.

Q: This feels like a Clancy novel, is that intentional?

A:  Yes, in some ways that’s true.  Specifically, I have always loved Red Storm Rising and this book is an homage to Clancy and Red Storm Rising.  That book was inspired by war gaming in a similar manner to the way this work was inspired by Quora debates.

Q:  Do you have any actual military experience?

A:  No.  My Grandfather was in the Navy and served in the Pacific in the ’40s and ’50s.  My mother grew up on Guam and the Philippines, living on Navy bases.  My cousin was an elevator operator on the Enterprise and my uncle was a Tech Sargent in the USAF.  I grew up with stories of these places in those times but I have never served in the military.  I have attempted to portray the characters and settings accurately but I am sure that there are many mistakes in the work.

Q:  I am a veteran and I see some factual errors in the work.  Are you interested in my feedback?

A:  Hell yes!!  I have gotten tons of feedback from veterans already who have set me straight on several parts of the book.   Everything that is correct about the book is from them.  Everything that is wrong is from me.  Please don’t hesitate to give feedback!!  I try to answer every piece of feedback and I often edit chapters based on feedback from vets.

Q:  Where is the rest?

A:  Working on it!  I am intentionally publishing this work as it is written.  Getting feedback on the work inspires me to write more.  Before writing The Kidd Incident, I started and abandoned four different novels.  It is the support of the community for The Kidd Incident that gives me motivation to continue.

Q: Is this work factually correct?

A:  No, probably not.  I have based the work on information from public sources.  These sources are probably wrong in many places.  Also, I don’t know anything about classified systems and I don’t want to know.  This is a work of speculative fiction so the goal is to be “plausible” but not “documentary quality accurate.”  There are several classified systems in the work that are completely made up.

Q: Is this based on actual events or people?

A: No, the work is entirely fictional but it is set in a real setting with a realistic set of strategies, tactics and weapons.  Several of the events in the work are based on actual events.  For example, I was actually arrested on time at Beale Air Force Base when I was a contractor to the USAF.  There are several other events inspired by stories told to me by friends and relatives.

Q:  How come my comments don’t show up on your web site?

A:  I have the site set to moderate all posts.  Since I have a full time job, it can take me a couple of days to update the moderated comments.  Feel free to give me pointers in the comments section.  If you ask me not to post the comment, I won’t.  I sometimes edit the comments for brevity or clarity, but all the comments shown on the site are real comments from readers.

Q:  Hey, you didn’t make the change I suggested!  Why not?

A:  Sometimes, the story is being told in a certain way for a reason.  Sometimes I get a detail wrong on purpose or I just like the “wrong” way better than the “right” way.  Since this is fiction and I’m telling a story the most important thing to me is that the story is enjoyable.  There will most likely be a little bending of the truth here and there, just like any good story.   90% of the time I just accept factual corrections and make the change verbatim.  However, a few times I have allowed things to remain.  Another reason is that I have often gotten contradictory advice from serving members of the armed forces.  So, if there are two people who seem authoritative I will usually pick the version that works best for the story.

Q:  How long will it take you to respond to a comment on the site?

A:  That depends on what else I’m doing.  Please keep those comments coming, I will do my best to keep up with them all.

Q: What’s with all the swearing?

A: I’ve spent a huge amount of time around the military. Both talking to my relatives and as a contractor working on military bases. That’s how they talk. Each branch of the service is different, but sailors and marines for example really do swear all the time. There are a couple of characters who are intentionally larger than life, but that is to make the story work. Most of the characters in the series are based on people I’ve actually met and talked to. To be honest, there are things that my uncle the sergeant used to say that I’ve just left out on purpose because people would be offended.

Q: Why are there so many characters? It’s hard to keep track of them all.

A: Actually, the book is very condensed when it comes to character count. If the book was super accurate there would be hundreds of people involved in the events depicted. I’ve combined tons of roles and different specialties to reduce the number of characters in order to make it easier to read.

Q: What’s the deal with “The Admiral”? Does he have a name?

A: Originally, there were multiple flag level officers involved in the Pacific campaign. However, it got really difficult to keep track of them and they were rolled up into a single character called “The Admiral.” I appointed him “Supreme Allied Commander, Pacific” or SACPAC and now he represents all the senior leadership in Pacific Command.

Book 2: Episode 3

Waianae, HI

“What do I think about it?  I think it’s the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard!”  The Admiral shook his head. 

Shockingly, the media seemed to love him.  Despite his complete disdain for reporters and reporting, he was regularly asked to appear on Sunday morning talk shows like he was doing today.  Of course, living on the Hawaiian island of Oʻ ahu meant that the talk shows aired at obscenely early hours of the day.  It was still dark outside at 4am.

Of course, he didn’t sleep well anyway so that didn’t matter much.

He had the window open so he could hear the surf breaking on the sand across Pokai Bay Street.  The surf was the only reason why he lived in the little house in Waianae.  It soothed him and was normally the only way he could get to sleep.

The reporter didn’t seem shocked at his outburst.  Of course, The Admiral was famous for his swearing so she probably expected it.  “Admiral, perhaps you could tell our audience why the Guard and Reserves are so critical to our armed services.”

The Admiral leaned back in the leather chair in his small study, squinting against the bright lights the camera crew had brought out to his house at 3am.  “Lisa, let me be clear.  In the South China Sea conflict we most recently fought, the Reserves and Guard units were critical to our success.  I cannot stress this enough.  Fully two-thirds of our refueling sorties for example were flown by Air Force Guard units.  Hell, the Ohio National Guard 121st Wing flew over one thousand sorties on their own!  The current proposal to cut Guard and Reserve spending by 50 percent is just criminal.  The idea that our thirty-two billion dollar investment in the Guard isn’t needed is frankly stupid and naive.”

The TV show host nodded and gave a thoughtful look to the camera.  “General Thomas, I believe that you have a different perspective?”

The other officer on the broadcast nodded, his slicked back hair shining a bit in the studio lights.  Thomas lived in Washington DC and made a living telling politicians what they wanted to hear.  Retired after a twenty-year career working at the Pentagon, the Admiral was convinced the man had never even seen a gun fired in action, let alone seen combat.  “As we all know, the pace of change is relentless.  With all due respect to The Admiral, his stunning success in the South China Sea will not be repeated in the next war.  Unfortunately, like most military minds, The Admiral is focused on fighting the last war.  The goal of the current administration is to fight the next war.  The next war will be fought with drones, not by grunts.  Things like manned fighter aircraft are a thing of the past; we need to move on.”

The Admiral had heard this kind of thing before.  He was not impressed.  Nor was he shy about sharing his opinions.  “Well, that’s bullshit.”  He leaned forward, getting truly angry at the sheer stupidity of the man.  “War is about convincing the other guy to stop fighting.  Kill him if you have to, but you must break his morale first.  This is done by skilled men and women.  Highly trained, dedicated to their task.  Fancy weapons systems and drones can assist those men and women, but they don’t do the fighting and there is no substitute for a trained warrior at the controls.  The US military is the finest fighting force known to man.  A fact that we proved to the world five years ago.  This ass-hat and his cronies want to dismantle it.  I cannot believe that anyone with half a brain is willing to listen to this nonsense.”

And so it went.  After the show was over, he regretted losing his composure.  Not because he didn’t believe in what he said but because people might not take him seriously if he wasn’t calm, cool and collected like a naval officer should be.  Of course, he had been retired for almost three years, but he still thought of himself as a naval officer first. Many years divorced and children all grown and living on the mainland, he had time to himself.  Time to think, time to brood.  Time to focus on his mistakes.  Time to think about all the men and women who had died under his command.

After a nice long walk along the beach to calm himself, he was ready for his breakfast appointment with Bill Lenston.  After Lenston’s ship had been shot out from under him at the battle of Fiery Cross Reef, Bill had been stationed at Pearl on The Admiral’s staff.  These days he was an admiral himself (O-7, Rear Admiral Lower Half or just RDML) and was up for a deputy commander slot and wanted to talk to “The Admiral” about it.  Retired or not, the former Supreme Allied Commander, Pacific (SACPAC) was still “The Admiral” to most of those in uniform who served under him.

Unfortunately, he had decided to have this chat just after the quarterly Pacific Command Brunch at the Historic Hickam Officers Club Lanai.  While the site was beautiful, it meant this was a semi-official event and he would be expected to press the flesh.  Not something The Admiral enjoyed now that he was retired.  Well, it was an excuse to fire up the battered old Porsche 911SC Cabriolet that he still drove around the island.  Salt water hadn’t done the old girl any favors, but she still ran.

As he drove up the main gate, he waited in line for the three cars ahead and presented his ID to the marine sentry on duty there. 

“Thank you, sir, please state your business on base.”

“I am here to have lunch with Pacific Theater Command.”

“One moment, sir.”

A few seconds later, a lance corporal came out of the gate shack and took The Admiral’s ID from the private and inspected it.  Then he stiffened in surprise.  Well, so much for sneaking on base for a quick chat with an old friend.  “Sir!  I was not told you were expected today!  My apologies for the delay!”

The Admiral smiled and took his ID back.  “I wasn’t expecting pipes and sideboys, son.  I am retired after all.”

The corporal stiffened to salute.  “Sir!  No, sir!  You may proceed sir!”

Because the top was down, he could hear the frantic bark of orders to the guard shack as he pulled away.  “PRIVATE!  Call HQ and let them know SACPAC has entered the base!  MOVE IT, PRIVATE!”

The Admiral didn’t know if he should laugh or cry.  He hadn’t been SACPAC for over five years now and he was pretty happy to be rid of the responsibility.  He sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be a new one assigned any time soon since that would mean war in the Pacific again.

By the time he turned off Signer Boulevard and into the O-Club parking lot, a receiving committee had formed, waiting for him.

Thankfully, RDML Lenston was at the forefront, hand extended.  “Admiral, always nice to see you, sir.”

It took nearly an hour but he was finally able to get Lenston off to one side of the party, just along the sea wall that faced the channel to Pearl Harbor.  “Bill, cut out this “Admiral” stuff.  I’m retired and you’re on your way to your next slot.  I can’t think of a better man for the job.”

Lenston grinned.  “Sorry, sir.  You are still ‘The Admiral’ around here and I think you always will be.  The only Five Star Admiral since Nimitz?  The only Supreme Allied Commander the Pacific Theater has ever had?  Sorry sir, this one time I cannot obey your order.”

“Jesus Christ, Bill, I’m just a sailor who was in the right place at the right time.”

“Yeah, that’s why they’re talking about giving you the Congressional Medal of Honor.”

“Oh Fuck, I hope not.  Those are for actual sailors and marines, not for REMFs.  The Sov’s used to give out Hero of the Soviet Union to anyone above two star.  They looked ridiculous with all those matching medals.”

Lenston just laughed.  “I can’t see you strutting around the presidential box in your old uniform.”

The Admiral laughed too.  “Hell no, Bill.  You’re lucky I’m wearing shoes today.  I’ve gone native—don’t leave the beach most days.”

Lenston sobered.  “Yes, sir.  I’ve heard that.  How are you holding up?”

The Admiral put a hand on Lenston’s shoulder.  “I’m fine Bill, really.  After the war and all the aftermath, the press and all that nonsense, I just need some time alone.  It’s very healing up there.”  He gave Lenston’s shoulder a pat.  “Let’s talk about your new berth.  What’s Third Fleet up to these days?  I assume you’ve already talked to Admiral Tucker and his staff?”

Lensten smiled again, happy to have the support of such a brilliant officer.  “Yes, sir. I’ve talked to them.”   The ensuing conversation lasted well past the end of the party.  Several other party goers thought about walking over to interrupt this deep conversation but they were dissuaded by subtle headshakes from Lensten’s chief of staff.

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