WordSmith - Writing a Way Home

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Title: WordSmith - Writing a Way Home

Author: R. Thomas Collins

ISBN: 1928928064

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A chronicle of journal entries written between 1980 and 1988 by a journalist who went to work for an oil company. This journey of discovery was a confrontation with the realities of modern industrial life, while enabling the writer to confront some of the causes and consequences of his family’s past. When edited later, the author found his journal also revealed a story of redemption for a father and son.

Just Business Just War

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Title: Just Business Just War

Author: R. Thomas Collins

ISBN: 1-928928-11-0

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Just Business Just War is the behind-the-scenes account of the tumultuous upheavals in the oil industry between 1995-2002 as industry seeks to gain access to vital petroleum resources overseas. Since the Iran revolution in 1979, Thomas Collins had worked in the oil industry helping it expand its reach at home and abroad. Thriving in the rough and tumble of the corporate environment, Collins believed as an article of faith that the abundant production and distribution of oil in an emerging free market held the key to peace and prosperity. But the world oil markets changed after the end of the Cold War. The U.S. oil industry, once dominated by the American companies of John D. Rockefeller’s Standard Oil, struggled to re-vitalize itself in a world where 90 percent of the world’s petroleum was in the hands of a few state oil companies – more than half of whom were run by regimes hostile to the U.S. and its allies. Downsized out of his career at Mobil, Collins joined an Australian oil company seeking to ally itself with industry efforts in Washington, D.C. Collins chronicles the political efforts of the oil industry, which included future U.S. vice president Dick Cheney, to persuade U.S. lawmakers about the need for open markets in the global oil business. Everything changed after September 11, 2001 when Americans realized other forces needed to be resolved before a free market could flourish. Collins details how the oil industry in D.C. absorbed the meaning and motives of these attacks. This adversary was not part of any democratic process to fashion a peaceful future; this was an enemy pledged to destroy liberty, the foundation for global economic growth. Moreover, all would have to come to grips with the knowledge that this enemy had emerged because of free people’s demand for more -- of everything.

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Excerpt:

Introduction to Just Business Just War

This volume is the last in a five-part narrative that spans three decades. As I edit this now, I have turned age 55 and retired from oil industry chores. Having left behind one phase of life, it’s time to mine a half-century memory-scape and set a few things down. I’ve become used to sorting through things this way. Wordsmithing has been a trusted ally all these years; and I expect this to be a congenial chore. To borrow an equestrian metaphor, old horses don’t need to be told how to get to the barn at the end of the day. They smell their way home by instinct. So as a diarist these three decades, it is time now to organize my notes to take stock, reorient and, if I am fortunate, begin anew.
    This and the other volumes in The NewsWalker Series were originally written to exercise emotional muscles, and for internal consumption – a mental house cleaning. If you’re reading this now, let’s hope I’ve edited them properly and eliminated all sniveling, excuse-mongering and posing; then again, maybe I’ll leave a tad in to keep the ginger up.
    I began writing what evolved into The NewsWalker Series late in the 1960s. I wrote to sort through my thoughts, record my work and to bring order to life. When I began to understand a decade later that what I was writing could be more than just a diary, I was at the New York Daily News working as a reporter and editor on the city desk. The thrill of daily reporting had begun to fade. I hoped my personal journal could evolve into another more permanent form.
    Now these years later, I see the territory covered in the NewsWalker volumes chronicled not only the journey of me and my family, but also the history of my time, oddly bookmarked by the public events of November 22, 1963, and September 11, 2001. Future generations will assess the full impact of those dates’ events. In striving to reflect on this period in this chronicle, I hope I have not posed that the boundaries of my own experience were due to any personal significance. That was not my intent. It just so happened that this eventful era in our nation’s public life was the age granted to me by Providence as the time of my adulthood.
    The first volume in the series, NewsWalker, was about my years in journalism and with the Daily News. The second volume, Wordsmith, dealt with my years in Mobil’s downstream unit in the U.S. and about the reconciliation between a father and a son. The third volume, Blue Dragon, was about Mobil’s effort to return to Vietnam, and the fourth volume, White Monkey, about my years with Mobil’s upstream unit and the company’s quest to remain independent. Throughout, my diaries detailed my efforts to be a detective into the origins of my own beginnings and answer questions my children might have about how they and their family came to be. These books show that at the end of the day, despite my affection for the oil industry and my enthusiastic participation in its endeavors, I remained a reporter on a story.
    This final volume, Just Business Just War, begins by detailing the effects the end of the Cold War had on American corporations, the mergers and retrenchments, and the growth of the global economy. For more than thirty years, I worked with the belief that trade and free markets were our best chance to win over our adversaries and create the conditions of peace. Despite the rough-and-tumble of the corporate environment, I held as an article of faith that our economy’s most fundamental commodity – oil – and its abundant production and distribution in an emerging free market held the key to peace and prosperity. Safe behind the Cold War’s nuclear deterrent, the historical era covered in this series was one in which many Americans, paradoxically, believed they could not trust the powers loose within our own society.
    After September 11, however, this perception changed. After the attacks, Americans saw it was forces from without that needed to be contended with. In the aftermath of September 11, like millions of others I tried to absorb the meaning and motives of these attacks. Like others, I lay awake at night realizing that this enemy was not subject to any deterrent. It was not part of our democratic debate about our national destiny and the course of our country’s impact on history. Indeed, it was pledged to use nukes, chemicals, germs and our freedoms and technology to destroy my country and kill its people.
    When I realized this, I changed. In a heartbeat, with utter certainty, I knew what needed to be done: We had to get them before they got us. I had a new appreciation for the history of my country and its founders – again, and not for a peaceful purpose of story-telling this time. This time, I understood the reason for the sometime lethal means to my country’s purposes. I knew why my ancestors in our nation’s beginnings had seemed so ruthless.
    For example, before September 11, I had wondered what motivated our country’s earliest warriors – the English-speaking settlers on the border of North America who cast decades of co- existence and trade aside to wage vicious war on the Indians under the command of King Philip, the Wampanoag chief. Now I knew.
    The war of 1676, like this new war on terrorism, would decide forever which society could make its dreams come true. This country’s founders, emboldened with a certainty bestowed by a righteous God, knew the purpose of war – before all else – was to destroy the enemy that sought to destroy you. That was just in our nation’s earliest days, long before better-known conflicts with France and Great Britain, and Mexico, Spain, Germany, and Japan. Sometimes more subtle or nuanced issues of state were at stake, but the great conflicts were for the survival of liberty. Despite at times clumsy campaigns, and the heartache and loss for those involved, the U.S. emerged victorious.
    Along the way, my country’s early inhabitants had enslaved Africans, killed or forcibly relocated Indians, and exploited the labor of countless millions. These English-speaking immigrants and their followers established a nation that took over a continent and beyond – and along the way they liberated themselves and all who became part of their national enterprise, endeavored to right the wrongs of their origins and became the hope of the world. The civilization that had grown from the purposes of these settlers was now a paradise for my family and all I loved. It was now hated by an Islamic cult, which has emerged to threaten us, due in part to our own enabling.
    The NewsWalker Series is being concluded as my country is still assessing the nature of this enemy, and as the world begins to question American means and resolve. I know the people of my country. My countrymen will not delegate their security to others. Some people’s leaders may decide to protect this enemy, nurture or hide its ranks; perhaps pay bribes hoping for safety. These leaders will be destroyed and the inhabitants of those lands freed to live in liberty. We shall call the war just, and we shall have faith that we are liberating others enslaved by evil. Some may question this faith. But it will not matter. The ideas that built the United States will prevail. Free people will always demand more -- and possess the liberty to get it.

White Monkey – A Journey Upstream

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Title: White Monkey - A Journey Upstream

Author: R. Thomas Collins

ISBN: 1928928072

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This ambitious series of essays follows an oilman as he travels upstream to his ancestral headwaters in Ireland and Britain to investigate the origins of his own beginnings and later to his wife’s home in Korea. The writer describes his work in the upstream of the oil industry, which enabled him to follow leads across continents and eras and discover the – sometimes brutal – conflicts among ethnic traditions that shaped his legacy. The result is a travelogue and memoir  that traces these two story lines across continents and over several centuries. On one level, White Monkey is a quest by the writer to come to terms with the ancient conflicts that overshadowed the lives of his parents and would influence the lives of his children. On another level, this is a behind-the-scenes look at Mobil’s struggle to continue its independence – a failed effort that ended with Mobil’s purchase by its old Standard Oil rival, Exxon – and a telling profile of today’s global oil industry and its complex interconnection with nations and trade.

Blue Dragon - Reckoning in the South China Sea

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Title: Blue Dragon - Reckoning in the South China Sea

Author:  R. Thomas Collins   

ISBN: 1-928928-05-6

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In April 1975, as Saigon fell to Communist forces, a North Vietnamese patrol boat came upon a drilling ship in the South China Sea and at gun point ordered the roughnecks to stop drilling for oil and depart. As a result, Mobil Oil was forced to abandoned offshore acreage that eventually would become one of the most valuable oil fields in Asia. Eventually the Russians who worked with the Vietnamese wore out their welcome and in 1989 the Vietnamese wanted Mobil to come back and help Vietnam in its competition with China to secure the rights to the oil of the South China Sea. But the post-war trade embargo the U.S. imposed on the Communists in Vietnam blocked the way. The U.S. still had lingering questions about POW/MIA’s, and the distrust bred by war between the Americans and Vietnamese had to be resolved first. Blue Dragon – Reckoning in the South China Sea is the true account of the four year effort by Mobil to return to Vietnam. Written by a member of the Mobil team working on the initiative, Blue Dragon is a behind the scenes account of a politically sensitive oil project that many believed would be a key to the political balance of power in the South East Asia. The author tells how the Mobil exploration team navigated among the U.S., Russian and Vietnamese governments, with U.S. veterans groups, with competitors and also within Mobil itself to secure the oil acreage the Vietnamese hoped would help their country gain its economic independence and which the Mobil Oil team hoped could save their company.

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Excerpt from Chapter One:

The Trip

“Missed the first time?” a lawyer named Connie had quipped when she heard I was on my way to Hanoi. About my age, Connie was a parochial school graduate. She had a usually charming but sharp wit. Her older brother had been an Army officer in Vietnam. “Since you got out of it the first time, figured you could go now and make up?”
    There was a snap to her remark that bit just a might too close. Going to Asia was no longer new. Frequent trips to Singapore and Indonesia has taken care of that. I knew I was in for more than 30 hours of flying at least, with stops in L.A. and Tokyo before I’d come to rest in the Shangri-La Hotel in Singapore.
    But going to Vietnam wasn’t just another trip. The closer it came time to go, the edgier I got. I didn’t sleep well for days. The night before I left, I wandered around the house like a cat. I was 46 years old, and during the past 30 years I had never considered Vietnam in any other context than the war.
Nothing about Vietnam had ever been simple. Now, under these circumstances, Vietnam would no longer be a proper noun for an experience, or adjective to describe a war or era, or a shorthand slogan for a series of ideas and thoughts. Vietnam was a drilling prospect.

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On the United Airlines flight from L.A. to Tokyo, the man in front of me in Seat IB was John Denver, the singer. He was in his middle years now. His tanned face was lined and his hair wasn’t quite as blond as I had thought. He had blue jeans and a western style shirt, a cowboy hat with feathers belted around the crown. He wore turquoise and silver jewelry, and took to gold half glasses for reading. He was a pleasant person who, when walking around the cabin, introduced himself and spoke easily with any passenger who appeared interested in exchanging a few words. He’d traveled with some of this crew before.
    “Hello, Mr. Duetschendorf,” said one of the flight attendants, in a strong German accent, using Denver’s real name. “Here you are again.”
    Things had changed for John Denver. He was on his way to Singapore to start his first Asian concert tour, traveling with his band and roadies, who were seated in business and economy class. One of the stops on his tour would be Vietnam. Denver had changed before takeoff into an exercise outfit made from the latest synthetic polished fabric and custom exercise shoes, and was sipping gin on the rocks.
    The first time I saw Denver was in 1970, in a photo on the cover of a record album of a young folk singer adopting the pose of poetic angst common to the time. My roommate had purchased the record album in that summer. At the time, perhaps 350 Americans were being killed each week. President Nixon had told the country weeks before that American troops had invaded Cambodia to destroy Viet Cong stores. An Ohio National Guard unit weeks before had fired into a crowd of demonstrators at Kent State University and killed a handful of students.
    The singer in the photo was seated in a green field, wearing a vest and a blond Dutch boy haircut. A leather strap hung around his neck from which a pendant was suspended that read: “War is not healthy for children and other living things.”
    In the twenty years between the time of that album cover and 1990 when I got the E&P job, Vietnam had been relegated to the whims of memory. Any emotions or thoughts I had about the subject – the war, not the country – were of the ordinary variety. I could claim no special insight, or knowledge, or credentials on the subject different from any other guy of my time who never wore a uniform.
    During the Vietnam era, 27 million Americans reached draft age, of whom nine million would serve in uniform. Of those, some three million Americans wore U.S. armed forces uniforms in the Vietnam combat theater during the war. I was one of 18 million who did not. My absence from those in uniform was the result of a random set of circumstances which would appear later to be low farce – except that for more than five years I worried about my situation with such intensity that it seemed at times to overwhelm everything.
    Now, all this time later, in 1994, I remained as conflicted about the war as others, at times having opinions that at other times seemed wrong or stupid. Other times I felt lucky the Army passed me up, at other times guilty for not having served. Sometimes I was envious of those who served in Vietnam and had experienced the central conflict of our time and survived. Basically, though, I thanked my lucky stars. Who’s kidding whom? For a guy my age to have conflicted emotions about the Vietnam War was a luxury. Given what others had faced, what I had was gravy.