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could be drafted for the follow-up work. The director agreed and
Cal Sr. spent the good part of the next six months retraining the
facility staff and implementing the upgraded security protocol.
During the entire process he made it
absolutely clear that the job would not interfere with his home
life. He insisted on leaving no later than four thirty each day in
order to spend time with Cal. It was a habit that he’d continue
until the day he died.
Throughout his first consulting gig, Cal Sr.
began to see the possibilities in the world of national and
international security. He’d recognized the rise of international
terrorist cells during his time in the Marine Corps. He’s lost
friends in the Beirut bombing. Col. Stokes knew it wouldn’t be long
before those attacks hit American soil.
Over the next couple years he formalized the
structure of Stokes Security International. He leveraged his
abundant contacts within state and federal agencies to help win
jobs that included law enforcement training, security analysis, VIP
protection, etc… Over time, his staff grew as did his reputation
for being absolutely dependable.
He refused jobs that would take him away for
long periods of time. He refused offers from certain Middle East
governments with reported ties to developing terrorist
organizations. While no longer an active duty Marine, Col. Stokes
still felt an intense desire to protect and defend the United
States.
Along the way, he hired former military
officers and enlisted men to be part of the growing SSI. He soon
became known within certain circles as the man who gave second
chances. Col. Stokes knew from experience that everyone has at
least one bad day and sometimes good troops fall by the
wayside.
His first “second chance” hire, strangely
enough, was Cal’s cousin Travis. At the time Travis was a Navy
Lieutenant serving as a platoon commander with the SEALs. A highly
intelligent young man (Rhodes Scholar in college), and an
impressive athlete who’d started at defensive back on Ole Miss’
football team for four years, Travis seemed to be on the fast track
to Navy stardom.
That all changed when he found out that one
of his SEALs was beating his wife. A deeply honorable man, Travis
confronted the enlisted man. During the short conversation the SEAL
admitted to abusing his wife and told Travis it wasn’t any of his
business.
Although the sailor outweighed Travis by
almost fifty pounds, he still found himself waking up inside a San
Diego hospital with a broken arm, a dislocated shoulder, a cracked
jaw, four broken ribs, a broken leg and one helluva headache.
Travis, after calling the ambulance, turned
himself in to the Shore Patrol and was confined at the brig until
the unconscious SEAL could wake up and testify against his platoon
commander.
The man decided not to press charges but the
damage had already been done. By turning himself in, Travis had
admitted his guilt. There was nothing the Special Operations
community could do except let him leave the Navy quietly. At least
it was better than spending more time in the brig.
Cal Sr. found out about the incident from
his brother, Travis’ father. He invited Travis to fly out to
Nashville to spend a little time with family. During the two-week
stay, Cal’s father introduced Travis to the inner workings of SSI
He never made it seem like he was courting a new employee; instead,
he quizzed Travis on how SSI could improve its operations.
By the end of the visit, without prompting,
Travis made up his mind. He asked his uncle if he could join the
company. He explained that he would rather sweep floors for his
uncle’s company than to beg for work elsewhere.
Needless to say, Cal Sr. took him up on his
offer. Instead of starting Travis as he’d requested on the bottom
of the totem pole, the CEO of SSI took Travis under his wing. For
the first year he rarely left Cal Sr.’s side. Some people called
Travis “The Bodyguard” but he served as more of
could be drafted for the follow-up work. The director agreed and
Cal Sr. spent the good part of the next six months retraining the
facility staff and implementing the upgraded security protocol.
During the entire process he made it
absolutely clear that the job would not interfere with his home
life. He insisted on leaving no later than four thirty each day in
order to spend time with Cal. It was a habit that he’d continue
until the day he died.
Throughout his first consulting gig, Cal Sr.
began to see the possibilities in the world of national and
international security. He’d recognized the rise of international
terrorist cells during his time in the Marine Corps. He’s lost
friends in the Beirut bombing. Col. Stokes knew it wouldn’t be long
before those attacks hit American soil.
Over the next couple years he formalized the
structure of Stokes Security International. He leveraged his
abundant contacts within state and federal agencies to help win
jobs that included law enforcement training, security analysis, VIP
protection, etc… Over time, his staff grew as did his reputation
for being absolutely dependable.
He refused jobs that would take him away for
long periods of time. He refused offers from certain Middle East
governments with reported ties to developing terrorist
organizations. While no longer an active duty Marine, Col. Stokes
still felt an intense desire to protect and defend the United
States.
Along the way, he hired former military
officers and enlisted men to be part of the growing SSI. He soon
became known within certain circles as the man who gave second
chances. Col. Stokes knew from experience that everyone has at
least one bad day and sometimes good troops fall by the
wayside.
His first “second chance” hire, strangely
enough, was Cal’s cousin Travis. At the time Travis was a Navy
Lieutenant serving as a platoon commander with the SEALs. A highly
intelligent young man (Rhodes Scholar in college), and an
impressive athlete who’d started at defensive back on Ole Miss’
football team for four years, Travis seemed to be on the fast track
to Navy stardom.
That all changed when he found out that one
of his SEALs was beating his wife. A deeply honorable man, Travis
confronted the enlisted man. During the short conversation the SEAL
admitted to abusing his wife and told Travis it wasn’t any of his
business.
Although the sailor outweighed Travis by
almost fifty pounds, he still found himself waking up inside a San
Diego hospital with a broken arm, a dislocated shoulder, a cracked
jaw, four broken ribs, a broken leg and one helluva headache.
Travis, after calling the ambulance, turned
himself in to the Shore Patrol and was confined at the brig until
the unconscious SEAL could wake up and testify against his platoon
commander.
The man decided not to press charges but the
damage had already been done. By turning himself in, Travis had
admitted his guilt. There was nothing the Special Operations
community could do except let him leave the Navy quietly. At least
it was better than spending more time in the brig.
Cal Sr. found out about the incident from
his brother, Travis’ father. He invited Travis to fly out to
Nashville to spend a little time with family. During the two-week
stay, Cal’s father introduced Travis to the inner workings of SSI
He never made it seem like he was courting a new employee; instead,
he quizzed Travis on how SSI could improve its operations.
By the end of the visit, without prompting,
Travis made up his mind. He asked his uncle if he could join the
company. He explained that he would rather sweep floors for his
uncle’s company than to beg for work elsewhere.
Needless to say, Cal Sr. took him up on his
offer. Instead of starting Travis as he’d requested on the bottom
of the totem pole, the CEO of SSI took Travis under his wing. For
the first year he rarely left Cal Sr.’s side. Some people called
Travis “The Bodyguard” but he served as more of
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