It takes me months to track down Jason Everman. At first, it feels strangely appropriate that it’s so difficult – he’s a master of military subterfuge, after all. I tried to contact journalists to whom he’d given interviews previously. One of them followed me back on Twitter, but completely ignored both a direct message and an email. A second also never responded, and a third sent me a friendly reply telling me that ‘Jason keeps a super low profile online, so the best way to get in touch with him is probably through his band, Silence and Light.’
This I duly tried, initially to no avail. I’d vaguely hoped to see Everman in person and do something interesting. Something that might scare me a little and entertain you, the reader. I’d had visions of the far-flung Pacific Northwest, perhaps climbing Mount Rainier, fearing for my life while asking Everman about his. Coming away with the rich, fresh ore of experience from which good writing can be mined.
