Wasted Honor -

Carl R. ToersBijns is the author of the Wasted Honor Trilogy [Wasted Honor I,II and Gorilla Justice] and his newest book From the Womb to the Tomb, the Tony Lester Story, which is a reflection of his life and his experiences as a correctional officer and a correctional administrator retiring with the rank of deputy warden in the New Mexico and Arizona correctional systems.

Carl also wrote a book on his combat experience in the Kindle book titled - Combat Medic - Men with destiny - A red cross of Valor -

Carl is considered by many a rogue expert in the field of prison security systems since leaving the profession. Carl has been involved in the design of many pilot programs related to mental health treatment, security threat groups, suicide prevention, and maximum custody operational plans including double bunking max inmates and enhancing security for staff. He invites you to read his books so you can understand and grasp the cultural and political implications and influences of these prisons. He deals with the emotions, the stress and anxiety as well as the realities faced working inside a prison. He deals with the occupational risks while elaborating on the psychological impact of both prison worker and prisoner.

His most recent book, Gorilla Justice, is an un-edited raw fictional version of realistic prison experiences and events through the eyes of an anecdotal translation of the inmate’s plight and suffering while enduring the harsh and toxic prison environment including solitary confinement.

Carl has been interviewed by numerous news stations and newspapers in Phoenix regarding the escape from the Kingman prison and other high profile media cases related to wrongful deaths and suicides inside prisons. His insights have been solicited by the ACLU, Amnesty International, and various other legal firms representing solitary confinement cases in California and Arizona. He is currently working on the STG Step Down program at Pelican Bay and has offered his own experience insights with the Center of Constitutional Rights lawyers and interns to establish a core program at the SHU units. He has personally corresponded and written with SHU prisoners to assess the living conditions and how it impacts their long term placement inside these type of units that are similar to those in Arizona Florence Eyman special management unit where Carl was a unit deputy warden for almost two years before his promotion to Deputy Warden of Operations in Safford and Eyman.

He is a strong advocate for the mentally ill and is a board member of David's Hope Inc. a non-profit advocacy group in Phoenix and also serves as a senior advisor for Law Enforcement Officers Advocates Council in Chino, California As a subject matter expert and corrections consultant, Carl has provided interviews and spoken on national and international radio talk shows e.g. BBC CBC Lou Show & TV shows as well as the Associated Press.

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Saturday, July 18, 2015

Requiem, an act of Remembrance - Chatanooga Shooting






Requiem, an act of Remembrance

(Dedicated to the Chattanooga Shooting victims)

 

Mothers, I know you can’t forget the memories of young and laughter, it’s time to let it go

Fathers, I know you live with regrets and every day thereafter, for how much you loved them, they will always know

Children and siblings, have faith, you shall see your brothers again in heaven, it was destined as they lived his life so well, and they won't go to hell

And turn your eyes into the light that brings you the truth

As the flag, red, white, and blue, flies at half-mast for your sorrow

As another soldier, marine or sailor dies, and sees the stars of glory

 

At half mast, for those brave warriors dead or no longer living

As the wind blows the flag in full wave, we think of forgiving

As they fell to the ground and suffer no more, forever

Before the devil they faced, and to their knees they dropped never

As they stood tall, as the battle wages domestic or foreign, they gave their love, their blood, their courage, their all

They answered their heart’s journey, they answered a hero’s call

 

Red was the color or the lifeless flesh and skin that fell to the ground today when the early sun was rising

The battle within our own country, has just about to begin

The hate surrounds us as we seek to make peace as other pray for war for a religion that speaks of hate and leaves love behind

The flag at half mast, tells us not to turn our backs to those who fell, as the time will tell, this perpetrator will go to hell

And pray to God, the truth, the historians will tell

That the enemy is close, they are near us and pretending to be our friends, our neighbors and everything false

So they can cut us down with terror, behind our backs, as the media is silent, afraid to offend those who reckons these calls

As the country’s leaders, except one, bow their heads and pray

For these five brave men who died in ambush and defenseless way

 

White was the face of those who felt the pain of the bullet that pierced the heart covered with honor and glory

A heart solid gold, filled with courage and loyal to God, duty and country, just as promised a long time ago

An allegiance, an oath that they took to protect the soil of enemies afar, they did not see the enemy, as he cowardly hid

There was no doubt in their heart, the devotion would not part

His family, his love for God and fulfill his promise to serve forever

Not knowing the words of surrender, giving or quitting ever

 

Blue was the sky of the morning of death and sorrow

Looking up from the ground, they saw the face of God

Telling them they will live forever, seeing the last of mortals around him

It was the last thing they saw before the clouds of heaven took him

No more blood, no more pain, no more sorrow

As they live eternally, and lives as each day from here on in is tomorrow

 

Stars of glory, shine so brightly in the summer nights

Nothing more pure than as they are lit up by the moon’s bright beam

While down below, a face, a frown or a tear so sadly streams

A banished sadness, something we often don’t understand

For the courage to protect and defend this precious land

as time has ended all their vanished dreams

Throughout the night, you can see the bald eagle soaring

Rising quickly, and flying with celestial ease

Following the moist warm wind and monsoon breeze

Our conscience alert, our hands on our guns as we stand there

Ready to fight, with all our might, and defend the red, white and blue