Through no intent of his own, Mr. McMillion is one of only a few in a position to write Seasons of Empire and Guerrillas by Night. Indeed, he may be the only one. Who else has sat atop giant nuclear weapons in B-52s, dropped bombs on communists all across Southeast Asia, contributed to the tech boom as an ultrasonic engineer, performed financial analysis, accounting, and controller duties for an American corporation being driven to bankruptcy by foreign competition and U.S. trade laws, and survived the academic management being practiced in America’s neo-progressive corporations? Who else has worked for years in Mexico learning the ins and outs of trade, customs, and immigration before moving on to helping small businesses succeed and teaching in public technical college? And who else could have paid such strict attention? Could have seen the details of all around him? Could have fit them into the big picture? And could have recognized it all as one big interconnected story? A story that had to be told? A story worth ten years of his life in the telling? Seasons of Empire and its separate addendum, Guerrillas by Night, was written so the reader could see the details and the big picture together. See it all in one place and know the story. See the world as McMillion discovered it. See its true self instead of the myth created for us by those who run it. It’s not like they tell us, you know. It never was. And never will be.