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inspiration:
Crossing the Red 

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   The inspiration for my first novel, Crossing the Red, came in December, 1979 at NASA’s Johnson Space Center (JSC) in Houston, Texas. That was an important year for NASA, marking not only the de-orbit of the space station SkyLab, but also the tenth anniversary of the Apollo 11 landing on the moon.

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    So, how did working at NASA relate to writing a novel about a Comanche family’s struggles amid a terrorist plot to blow up the Houston petroleum complex? That's a long story... 37 years long. 

 

   I had left my  Lawton, Oklahoma newspaper job the previous year to accept a position in NASA Public Affairs as Supervisor of Information Services. Our office processed an average of 10,000 public requests a month for information on the space program, which made our office a pretty busy place. To take a daily break I would walk from NASA's Building 2 next door to Building 1, the NASA headquarters and astronaut office. They had a coffee machine there and a short mid-morning walk would do you good.

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   One particular afternoon, I met one of the NASA security guards there. He was waiting in line to buy a coffee so we struck up a conversation. Remember, this was 1979, and I had been following recent terrorist incidents with a newsman’s interest.

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   Just that year there had been a spate of killings by the IRA in Ireland (including the successful assassination of Lord Mountbatten), the failed attempt to blow up American Airlines Flight 444, and the seizure of Islam’s holiest site in Mecca by the Wahabi group Ikhwan, demanding the overthrow of the House of Saud and the implementation of an Islamic state. This event in particular involved a two-week siege that captured headlines around the world and ended in a death toll of 250. 

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   In the context of these terrorist events, there was obvious concern by some in the U.S. that this growing trend of violence would eventually explode in the Western Hemisphere (which it did in Latin America in the 1980s and 1990s). This was obvious grist for the news mill and since I was still following my newsman’s instincts by habit, I started my conversation with the Security Guard as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

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   "So, how many of you are on duty today?”

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   “A couple,” he replied in a friendly manner, explaining that this number included himself and another guard who was on access control at the two entry gates.

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   “We have backup available from the local police if we need it,” he added.

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   Amazed at his responses to my question, I watched in silence as the armed guard put a lid on his coffee and strode out of Building 1 enroute back to his post.

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   This seemingly innocuous event was indicative of the innocently secure feeling that all of us at NASA had about our facilities and people. This false sense of security was felt nation-wide, with the exception of some federal government offices and high-value military installations.

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   Alarmed by our collective ignorance, I wondered to myself, "What if we were attacked here at NASA? At Mission Control? The hub of command and control for our manned spaceflight program?"

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   These simple questions and their prospective answers gelled in my mind, eventually forming the bare bones plot of my first book. The story's plot continued to evolve in my mind and on paper over the next 20+ years, and suffered a tragic validation when the events of 9/ll finally focused our collective attention on our Nation's homeland security.

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From: Arch W. Gibson, Modern West Fiction. July 9, 2026World War II Artillery Officer’s Novel Published What inspires a writer to write or rewrite someone else’s work? It can be the simple incentive of finishing what someone else started. Such is the case with Fellow Warriors of Company K. I can now say that my Father, Fort Sill-trained World War II artillery officer Arch E. Gibson, has finally published the novel of his passion, the U.S Cavalry in the post-Civil War West…with me as his co-author.The novel is not about artillery, per se. It was a collaborative effort in the end and took another thirty years after his death in 1996 for me to finish. Our novel focuses on the challenges of a composite cavalry company formed to rescue gold from an abandoned frontier fort (New Mexico) in the tumultuous 1870s. But it is much more than that; duty, honor and sacrifice, yes…amid family and racial hatred, Southern repatriation, Women’s rights, westward expansion, and displacement of First Americans during the post-war period.Period fiction was Gibson’s passion most of his life; growing up in the small town of Arkansas City, KS, surrounded by frontier family and history. He read voraciously and wrote throughout his life. He penned Company K after completing an illustrious career as an artillery officer, National Guard commander, newspaper reporter, editor, publisher, politician, congressional legislative assistant, and service with the General Services Administration. Retired and manuscript in hand, Gibson found it difficult to land a publisher in the 1990s. Trying to wrap up affairs after a succession of heart attacks, he handed the manuscript to me. “See what you can do with this.” He died July 12, 1996, in Colorado Springs, CO.I was well-equipped to do something with the book but was in the middle of my own writing career and a multitude of projects with Texas Instruments. We had collaborated on Blue OP Nine, the Dad’s biographical account of life as a forward observer in the Battle of Bougainville, 1943-44. I would write and self-publish the Bear Kotah series of novels and two historical fiction projects before turning back to Company K in 2024, all the time with certain words from my youth firmly in mind: “You start something, you finish it.”I started by reviewing Dad’s career and how he had come to write a historical novel. He graduated from the Fort Sill Field Artillery and Officer’s Candidate School in January 1943. He had joined Battery F, 161st Field Artillery, Arkansas City, KS in 1940 and deployed to the Aleutian defense when the war broke out. He was shipped back to attend Fort Sill’s field artillery school in the fall of 1942. He graduated with Class 48 in January 1943. After a short leave he shipped to Hawaii and then to the Americal Division in the South Pacific. Now a Second Lieutenant, Dad was placed in charge of a 247th Field Artillery forward observation post (OP) atop a 125-foot banyan tree on Bougainville. It was outside the U. S. perimeter overlooking the Torokina River and hills to the northeast. The Army had reinforced the U.S. Marines in pushing the Japanese out of the Empress Augusta Bay area to secure enough land for an air strip. The Japanese Imperial 6th Division artillery launched a counterattack in the pre-dawn hours of March 8, 1944, and continued until the Japanese withdrew March 27. Gibson and his rotating NCO support operated around the clock for ten days directing counterfire on glimmers of enemy cannon flashes from the caves and jungle-covered hills. Dad had to have help descending the towering post due to exhaustion and temporary loss of eyesight. He would later receive a commendation for providing the Division with the first and most accurate counterfire data. His commendation: “…On the first morning of the enemy artillery shelling Lieutenant Gibson was the first observer to report enemy gun flashes and throughout the remainder of the period his observation post proved to be the most efficient observation post in all the Division… The success of the post was entirely due to the tireless conscientious efforts of Lieutenant Gibson.” Dad was promoted to First Lieutenant and flew aerial observation missions before volunteering for General Douglas MacArthur’s Philippines operations. He was commanding a flotilla of landing craft by the time the war ended. He returned to the U.S. in August 1945 and was offered a post as artillery instructor at Fort Sill. He passed on that to focus on a growing family at home. Opportunity came again with the Korean War but he had to pass due to medical issues remaining from the South Pacific. He was discharged from federal service but assumed command of the Kansas National Guard unit in our hometown of Arkansas City. He served in that capacity until resigning in 1949 to focus on a civilian career which eventually led well away from home. By 1951 there were seven of us to support, Mom, Patty, me, Roger, Rick, Becki and Ronnie.Speaking briefly to family prior to his grandson’s U. S. Marine Corps commissioning ceremony, and a month before his death, the elder commended Trent A. Gibson on accomplishments in the First Gulf War, but advised, “In days ahead you will learn that no matter how much you give, or sacrifice, or the honors bestowed…it will never, ever be enough.”Young Gibson went on to serve the USMC with distinction in numerous roles and the Middle East wars for some 26 years. He passes on his experience and the principles of “one man can make a difference,” in domestic and international speaking and training roles.

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