After 42 years of military service, Retired Brigadier General Ezell Ware Jr. ("Call me EZ") mobilized to Austin last year. "It's not like I just threw a dart," he says with a wide grin. He left California and ended up here after carefully evaluating his "courses of action."
Not willing to retire into a golfing community, he plotted on a graph the average age, median income, level of education, tech savvy, political bearing and, of course, country and western music heritage of a dozen cities.
Ware soon narrowed his choices to Austin, and now he lives in a strategically located apartment on the crest of a ridge high over Capital of Texas Highway. The apartment is spartan. "It's important to me to wake up each day a clean person," he explains.
The place doesn't feel lived in because it hasn't been. Ware landed in Austin last summer, and has been busily promoting his gripping memoir, By Duty Bound, a cinematic piece of work that flashes back and forth between a harrowing tale of survival in Vietnam and his upbringing as a black man in the Jim Crow South. A helicopter pilot during the war, Ware struggles to help his co-pilot to safety after the two are shot down in the jungle. The fight for survival -- and the revelation that his co-pilot was a Ku Klux Klan Grand Dragon -- prompt the recollections of his hardscrabble life in Mississippi.
Winter mornings he might wake with frost in his hair. Laundry was a two-day chore with "clothes that hadn't been new when they were new." Pa, his grandfather and a sharecropper, looked "as beaten as the hollow black men I'd seen all over Magee -- human pinatas who'd had their dreams and laughter knocked out of them."
Coming of age, black, in 1950s Mississippi prepared Ware for the Vietnam War.
"There are wars and then there are wars, and within every war there are wars within wars," By Duty Bound begins. "In Vietnam, it's sometimes hard to tell which war I'm fighting. I know who the enemy is down there, in the jungle, and I know I'm supposed to be on the same side as Burdett, the man just behind me in the cockpit, but I also know he hates me as much as Charlie does. Probably more. Charlie doesn't really hate me; he just wants me dead so I can't kill him. But if he does hate me, it's because I'm an American, and Charlie hates all Americans the same -- white, black, yellow, and brown. That's a rational hatred -- a hatred for your wartime enemy, and it's nothing personal -- Burdett's hatred is personal."
Now, far from the jungles of Vietnam, Ware has just returned from a trip to Paris and Amsterdam where he was working out a translation deal for his book. The day we speak, he's heading off for a trip to California, where he lived for 15 years, leading the state's National Guard.
After a long, successful military career he has no brigade to lead, and his life seems to be consumed with his second career as an author and a steady course of self-improvement. Besides a dozen copies of By Duty Bound, he owns an Idiot's Guide to Creative Writing, Spanish for Dummies and Guitar for Dummies. He is taking a "mega memory" course in Spanish and learning to "photo read."
He also works, perhaps unsurprisingly, as a motivational speaker (several times, he says that he "values the joys in life"). "I'm busy," he says. "You wake up every day running, like a lion or a gazelle." But the unquenchable self-improvement, the occupation of it all, seems driven by a certain solitude. "I don't know anyone in Austin," admits the divorcee. His grandmother passed away in 1962; he didn't return to Mississippi to visit her grave until 2000. "I couldn't name 25 people I served with in 42 years," he says.