Julian Beck’s mom ran out on him and his dad when he was only 4 years old but he never knew why. He would receive a letter around his birthday each year and a card around Christmas until he was 10. That’s when Beck’s life started to spiral in the wrong direction. John Beck, his dad, was on his way home from Fort Bragg where he worked as an Army Special Forces Instructor when he stopped at a convenience store to pick up a six-pack of beer. A strung out junkie came in to rob the place and when John tried to talk the kid down, the junkie shot and killed him.
The courts tried but failed to find Julian’s mother or any other relative so he was placed into foster care. He never felt wanted in any of the homes he was sent to and suspected the families that took him in only did it for the money. Over the next 6 years, he was placed in 6 different foster homes. Most people would become resentful, but not Beck, as he preferred to be called. The last advice his real father ever gave him was “don’t let them win,” and Julian took that as a challenge.
Beck graduated early from high school and convinced his then foster parent to sign permission for him to enter service into the Army. Beck excelled at everything he was assigned to do and memories of the stories his dad told him fueled his desire to join Special Forces. He certainly had what it took for the job but at the time there was a minimum age limit but being a Ranger wasn’t enough, he wanted nothing less than to walk in his dad’s shoes as a Green Beret.
Beck was 3 years into his first tour of duty, as an Army Ranger with the 75th Ranger Regiment, when his CO approached him with an age waiver and application for Special Forces training and he jumped at the opportunity.
Beck was an exceptional operative and within 2 years of completing his training, he was invited to apply for Delta force but he turned it down, twice. Even though Delta was the top of the top in all branches of military special forces, all Beck ever wanted was to be a Green Beret. But after 15 years, Beck left the service because he could no longer accept the U.S. policy of turning a blind eye to the atrocities committed by the locals.
He was actively recruited by the CIA but Beck knew they caused more problems than they solved. His team had been “on loan” to the Company for several missions but when a local Afghan police chief hosted a little boy rape party and even the CIA tied their hands, Beck knew it was time to part ways.
One more tour of duty would have put him on target for a 20-year retirement but for a paltry sum compared to what he was now earning as a contractor providing private security. He was never in it for the money but now he had to consider that he couldn’t work until he died, even though that is exactly what he expected to do.
Speaking 8 languages, highly skilled in martial arts and hand to hand combat, and being able to shoot a target half a mile away are not skills that resonate well on a traditional resume but they are skills that are desired by the extremely rich and extremely powerful.