: About Me

I just published my first book. You can find it at

http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=3514878

It makes a great table or bathroom book.

Please email your feedback. I need to hear from all of you in order to get better. You are the reason that I write.

I am a 38 year old Marine Combat Veteran, but that isn't all of me it's just part of what makes me who I am and gives me the power to just be me.

I had a problem with self confidence when I was younger and had to come to the realization that I am someone who is worth hearing from. My opinion and outlook matters and someone else might be interested in hearing it.

I love to write poetry and write stories that provide others with the tools to inspire themselves. I love to sit in silence for hours and just ponder and meditate on life and love and career.

I want to be a professional motivational speaker and writer and carry what I have learned to the rest of the world or to whomever I can.

My life experience has given me a unique creative writing style that I hope you enjoy. Maybe I can provide you with the tools to inspire yourself.

My first name Altaire comes from a duel meaning, first it is the brightest star in the constellation Aquila and second it is an Arabic word meaning flight. My last name is from the last true Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, a conquerer who longed for democracy in Rome.

I hope this can help you to better understand my writing and teaching.

My passion is ...

Poetry, Life and Love

I know too much about ...

Anger and Rage

My parents always told me ...

I would be married by 16. They were wrong.

My childhood ambition ...

to be an Attorney.

My favorite memory ...

Traveling with my Dad.

Why I write ...

To keep my sanity at times and also to pass on my life experience to help others.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Silence!

My first job ...

Disc Jockey

My best moment ...

The birth of my children.

My inspiration ...

Love, Hate, rage, Peace.......

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: War

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Inside Death's Den The rain fell in sheets as I exited the Bus that hauled us all to embark on our latest mission. We traveled by a bus that looked like any other public transportation in the city. The bus would not be singled out like a military vehicle. Another reconnaissance mission, 15 in as many days. Our location...well, yet again unable to contact my family to tell them where I am but not a part of the world that we are welcomed in. It seems as though I have been away forever. I have forgotten the feel of a mattress or the smell of freshly washed sheets. All I know is mud and rot an...

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