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A Personal Tribute to CIA Operative William "Chief" Carlson: A Modern Day Blackfoot Warrior

Updated on August 6, 2014
William "Chief" Carlson
William "Chief" Carlson | Source

"Unlike most mortals, Chief joined the CIA and returned to the same unforgiving mountains of Afghanistan to hunt Al Qaeda"

Steven Greer, Washington, DC

The Good Always Die Young

William "Chief" Carlson was an acquaintance of mine through a very good friend of ten years from Fayetteville, North Carolina. I was extremely sad to learn that Chief was killed in 2003 while on a trekking mission in Afghanistan and since then I have kept his memory alive with me. Sometimes we’re given a brief glimpse into the lives of those who could have been or should have been something more in our own life, but because of poor timing and circumstance the moment was nothing, more than it was destined to be ... at least, not in this lifetime.

I am fortunate to have met William Carlson. I feel honored that I was able to share a personal moment with him before his passing. He shared with me his great love for his Blackfoot heritage, his sense of humor and warmth, and sadly, an unexplainable spiritual connection that I can never explain, but I shall keep dear to my heart. I will always remember the values Chief expressed to me about being a good husband and father, and I don't think I'll ever meet a more honorable man, this I know. An elite member of the Delta Force, he was a trusted comrade and now, in our hearts and minds, a legendary warrior sorely missed even after all these years....


To William "Chief" Carlson:

I give a toast with a good cigar. Forever my memorable words shall echo in time, making his BlackFoot heart laugh, and his warrior spirit smile..

"We are one."

Sweet Grass Hills, Montana
Sweet Grass Hills, Montana | Source

Ode to Isinamakan

Ten years, my friend ...

Time does pass.

Though not these memories -

How they last.


Remember the smile...

Remember the place.

Remember the words -

How they lit up your face.


Where did you go, brave old soul?

KHAN PASS ... October 25, 2003

Swept away, wayward wind...

Fleeting life.

Destined for all time -

Rendered immortal, Warrior divine.

Na'pi, hold your brave son...

He gave his life, this one.

Sweet Grass Hills are calling -

Isinamakan- Takes Rifles Ahead

© 2012 ziyena

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    Lance 4 years ago

    A good friend of mine for many years....

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    cleaner3 5 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

    WOW, I love this.Voted up and awesome.

    The poems are fantastic.

    I am sure that "Chief" is walking beside you and taking care of you. He had a wonderful spirit I can tell, just from your great tribute to him.

    Now I am following you.

    Much love

    Michael

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    Lisa-Luscious 5 years ago from Ringwood

    Great hub :)

    Reading this almost had me tears, an you are so right on the matter of the good do always die young :(

    peace and happiness :)

    Love Lisa x

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