Spooky 8; the anal emission II
Editor’s Note; Bob King passed away Monday, April 28, 2014.
You may remember that Blackfive and Uncle Jimbo talked me into reviewing a POS book titled Spooky 8; the Final Mission which was supposed to be true-to-life thriller of Army-trained professional killer, Bob King. Well, from pieces of the book, and with the exhaustive sleuthing of our friends at POW Net, we were able to track down his military records.
Now, this might not be the guy, but it’s just too coincidental to be anyone else. Aside from the same name, both Bob Kings (the Bob King in the book and the Bob King from the military records) grew up in, and currently live in WenatchiWenatchee, Washington, they were both born in 1952, both joined the Army in 1972, both went to basic training in June 1972 at Fort Ord, California. And then they both went to the Basic Airborne Course.
In the book, he joined the Army with a buddy to go to the 82d Airborne Division, so did this Bob King;
But that’s where their paths diverge. Somehow, actual Bob King didn’t make it through jump school. Two weeks after he got there, he was on his way to Fort Sill, OK to be a cannon cocker, but he ends up being a colonel’s driver.
Book Bob King, of course, graduated from jump school, was recruited by a nameless covert operations organization while he attended BAC (weren’t we all?) and went on to be the studly killer and mayhem-organizer of Spooky 8 fame. Being a colonel’s driver would be perfect cover for a deadly killer like either Bob King. Those two days AWOL, though, would probably make someone think twice about putting some trust in him. But then, that’s the kind of rebellious behavior we’d expect from Book Bob.
Book Bob King became a Master Sergeant in three short years, but actual Bob King only made it as far as a Specialist;
I’m kind of surprised that either Bob King isn’t a member of Vietnam veterans Against the War since his record is sort of like faux-Ranger Ward Reilly. He’s certainly equally qualified as Reilly.
At his website, Book Bob posts his picture;
But this is how I imagine him;
By the way, I wrote Bob King an email yesterday and asked him if he had anything he’d like to add. Here’s his response;
*chirp* *chirp* *chirp* *chirp*
Category: Phony soldiers
Re: Cmts 52/53/97. Okay, LebbenB, you can have Segal–but it will have to be a remake of one of his earlier movies!
Nice change of subject, Bob. This isn’t about your book, it’s about you and the way you strut around around Wenatchee like the book is about you, when actually you’re nothing but an AWOL colonel’s driver who couldn’t make it through the first day of jump school.
He’s back. Note the multiple personality sockpuppet verbiage and spelling.
Speaking of That Book, he said the editor didn’t catch mistakes like typos and misspelled words.
Hogwash. The editor’s job IS to catch those things. The editor’s job IS to correct mistakes. The editor’s job IS to verify materials referenced in a nonfiction text. So don’t blame the editor for your mistakes, Bobby Derrick, because you were the editor.
And if you got a deal with St. Martins Press, which is nothing but a distributor and never has been anything else, my guess is a short while ago, they said your sales stink, so we’re dumping you. St. Martins Press has become one of those (used to be great) publishing houses that has gone to the ‘screw the writers’ side of the fence. So when did they cut you loose, Bobby Derrick? Last month? Last week?
Well, Bobby, let’s put the book aside for just a moment. How about that Q and A with the pics of you and the crosshairs? Is that also not about you. If so, the many uses of the pronouns I, me, we, our, and us through me off. What say?
Pardon me. That should have been threw, not through, in the comment above.
And on that note, our little troll fades away yet again. Color me unsurprised.
I can’t let the MRE/LRRP thing slide. I was in Viet Nam in 69 and 70. Marines. Around June or July of ’70 while on Hill 270, I was actually eating (and liking) “new” meals that had to have water added. We all liked these new meals. We had been living on C-Rats for months. These new meals came in fancy packages with LRRP printed on them. As far as the rest of this shit, I don’t really give a fuck.
Be advised that Robert “Bob” Carl King died of cancer in Wenatchee, WA, on 28 Apr 2014. Yep, he was a phony in life but he’s a real dead guy now.