As a style, SCARS is marketed as being extremely effective. I cannotsay, based on the presentation in this book and video set, that I find it so. While there is some material of value here, and the videos are worth watching ifyou can get your hands on them, their hefty price tags generally outpace theirvalue.
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The Scientific Combat Reactionary System (SCARS) is the official hand-to-weapon fighting system of the United States Navy SEAL Teams. SCARS is now declassified and out on tape. It's also being taught by its creator, Jerry Peterson, to a limited number of civilians, on a once-in-a-blue-moon basis.
The Institute is a spec ops boutique which normally deals with armed forces, military and para-military professionals, the security staff of international corporations and, once, even a South American billionaire and his bodyguards. Off the Institute's private parking lot is the outside entrance to a two-story arrangement of office spaces, a kitchenette and two bathrooms. The low-key decor is functionally anonymous. Only the presence of guns and lions suggests that this firm does anything more strenuous than tweak software. However, along the far wall leans a row of dummy assault rifles and faux 9 mm semi-automatic pistols. For realistic training, these industrial-plastic reproductions exactly duplicate the original models' weight and heft. A banner spread across one wall displays the SCARS escutcheon: a naked sword between lions rampant, haloed by the legend: "SCARS Institute of Combat Sciences--Proven In Combat". Part of what this motto means is that SCARS president and Vietnam veteran Jerry Peterson has killed the enemy. More than a few were taken out with his bare hands, including, most terribly, four at once "because there wasn't room to shoot them." Passing through this reception area, the Institute has a connecting room which is paved with over 2,000 sq feet of new Olympic-quality mats. A square space and well-lit, it offers zero hiding places. Campers got to know it very well. There's a blackboard here for the occasional brief chalk talk. Across the mat room, the door wall displays medical-quality anatomy charts which locate nerves on the back and front of the adult male body. Around the next corner, these charts are made tangible by three custom Peterson Attack Trainers. PATS are SCARS' own line of practice dummies: life-size canvas gingerbread men dotted from head-to-foot with colored striking points. Finally, a yellow and red Igloo water barrel sits on a shelf strewn with plastic cups and extra-large bottles of several kinds of over-the-counter pain-killers. For me, this snapshot image, captioned "Thirsty and Hurting", sums up the basic SCARS training experience. On these mats, for the next four days, the campers spent eleven hours of their nonstop fourteen-hour days. Three hours daily were given over to one-hour catered cafeteria-style breakfasts, lunches and dinners. We ate together at long communal tables set up out in the reception area. And, unlike Elvis, we never left the building. The space beyond the mat room is a two-story 10,000 sq. ft. "environment" room where mission-specific installations are built to suit the training requirements of whatever contract is currently being serviced at the SCARS Institute. Recently, when the Arizona State Police needed an in-door repelling tower complete with water hazard and white sand beach, SCARS put them in. We campers never got into the "environment" room. However, its very existence powerfully underscored one humbling fact. Training the occasional handful of civilian amateurs is not really what this Institute is all about. If you are only used to studying with teachers whose qualifications center around having won a lot of plastic trophies, you begin to feel the difference in authority, immediately. Heavily. The SCARS Institute feels serious. This place is not a martial arts school. It does not teach sports or sportsmanship. Most of the people who train here are paid professionals of covert violence who are about to go in harms way. The basic staff consists of Jerry Peterson, an ex-SEAL named Tim Larkin, Peterson's talented son Blake, plus a rotating personnel of hand-picked "operators" proficient in various specialities who are brought in on an as-needed basis. During breakfast on the first morning of the camp, without any fanfare, Jerry Peterson appeared among us. I examined him carefully, reminding myself: "This guy makes a seven-figure living by walking into roomfuls of bloody-minded security experts and proving to them, in front of their superiors, that they don't know squat about their own metiers (occupation)." Something only a genius could get away with, much less make money at.
Yes. It is a core concept which Peterson calls "Autokinematics". Briefly put, he has spent twenty-plus years researching the effects of shocking force on every vulnerable nerve, bone and organ in the human body. Not just the various injuries which can result but precisely how the entire body will react at the instant of being struck. What is ground-breaking--Peterson's flash of Eureka!--comes from grasping the combat implications of one simple physiological fact: When it comes to absorbing punishment, every human body always reacts exactly the same way. So, from its first blow, SCARS attacks the autonomous nervous system, which controls such "instinctive" behavior as pulling fingers out of fires, lifting bare feet off of sharp sea shells and everything else people do which gets done before we can stop ourselves from doing it. By knowing in advance, in detail, what reactions the enemy will be unable to suppress--and, therefore, which targets his recoiling body will next expose to attack--a SCARS fighter can seize control of his opponent and work the man like a pain puppet. SCARS puts the enemy through a non-stop series of traumas which will increasingly incapacitate or, ultimately, kill him. Peterson refers to this as "a rhythmic cascade of harm." What is truly unprecedented is how complete, detailed and scientifically absolute is Peterson's grisly research. Since it is proprietary information, it's difficult to cite examples of SCARS. However, to give the smallest sample, suppose you poke somebody in the eye. SCARS can tell you, absolutely, not only how his head and torso will instantly and involuntarily react, but also exactly where he will move both hands and one of his two legs. SCARS extends this sort of merciless insight over every single inch of your body. This leads, among other things, to a whole genre of combat techniques which are new to most martial artists. For example, I had never appreciated the variety and lethal effectiveness of "compression" attacks before taking this camp. One such killset involves, first, making your opponent throw up by twice striking a certain nerve plexus and then insuring, by a brutal compression, that, while gasping for the air he can no longer get, the man breathes in only his own hot vomit. Chalk talks were few and far between at the Work Up Camp. Almost always, we were paired-off and practicing Combat Lessons at half-speed. SCARS is so fast, you practice it slowly. In conventional two-man self defense sets, the opponent attacks, gets blocked and then stands around straight-faced while his partner follows up with multiple high-speed blows. SCARS partners, on the contrary, must learn to precisely mimic the Autokinematic reaction caused by striking any given body part. We don't just stand there; we flinch, fold, lurch or fly, depending on how a real-world opponent would actually react. Total immersion in the course material is the SCARS teaching method. The focus of training is not so much on committing sequences of moves to memory. SCARS is about learning to fluently, ceaselessly attack body "targets": the vulnerable nerves, bones and organs. And in the learning process--make no mistake!--you are expected to get a little banged up, for your own good. Working through the 25 basic Combat lessons took three days of remorseless practice. We were not permitted to buddy up for long, so every set of techniques was tried out over and over again on every one of the thirty-odd campers. Since most Lessons also contain a throw, everybody was hitting the mat endlessly. By the second day, we were doing it by the numbers and the pace got even brisker. Over the long 40-hour haul, not being able to handle getting repeatedly thrown seemed to account for most of the problems campers experienced. Another difficulty, foreseeably, was guys accidentally eating a technique. One camper took a heart shot and proceeded to demonstrate the precise Autokinematic reaction we had been taught to expect. The incandescent pain only abated, but never ended for this camper. It kept him awake at nights so that he couldn't sleep. Nonetheless, he completed the course. Peterson's training style is reasonably grueling. One camper thought he broke a rib. Peterson said: "Hold your arms over your head." Wincing, the camper did so. Peterson slapped his flanks hard with both hands. The camper went white-faced with pain. "No," Peterson continued affably, "you're okay. If any ribs were broken, you'd be on the floor by now." To change the pace, our long training days were broken up by supplementary drills. One involved putting on so-called "flak jackets". Then we proceeded to drive our partners backwards the length of the room, using full-force fist, elbow and palm strikes to the torso. At the far wall, partners would then exchange the jacket, and the beatee became the beator. Our SWAT team leader hit so hard, Peterson finally asked him to pull his punches. And that nice Indian fellow fetched me a sternum shot that I could still feel on Christmas morning. Later, after trying out all our upper-body weapons, we went on to further explore various ways of kicking each other to and fro. When asked why we performed this exercise, Peterson spoke of "learning the Autokinematics." But, I think, a large part of it also has to do with his strong conviction that a fighting course in which no one gets banged up is a phony. "You have to learn how to take shots," he remarked later. The training peaked in intensity on Saturday night. After another long sweaty day of grinding it out, we were by-God told to stop acting like a bunch of sissies and start really trying to hit our training partners. By now, if somebody wasn't deft enough to stop an attack--well, tough dart, as the Brits say. We got into doing line drills in which you kept personally creaming the entire class. Every student free-styled with everyone else over and over again. By now, a few guys had opted out and were standing around the walls just watching. But the rest of us were going through a roomful of fighters single-handed and never once repeating a sequence of moves. We had achieved impressive combat efficiency. Overall, the curriculum also turned out to be more varied than I had expected. During the 40 hours, we practiced hand-to-weapon attacks, using padded clubs and knives. Then we went on to study disarms of rifles and semi-automatic pistols. The same basic SCARS moves and principles always carried over seamlessly to all these ancillary exercises. At another point, Peterson discussed Brazilian arts and demonstrated how SCARS treats grapplers. Some wrestlers among us put him into so-called "inescapable death holds" and he always broke free within two or three seconds. As always, too, each camper was immediately capable of doing exactly what Peterson had done. Bland as this may sound, it is what trainers are paid to do and rarely achieve so well. After being challenged by one camper, Peterson duplicated a stunt made famous by his magazine ads. Thirty of us could not pin him against a cinderblock wall. A minute later--having seen him do it once--each of us was making Peterson's escape work for us. Peterson is able to do all these "miraculous" things because he is applying universal physical principles to specific situations, not just remembering moves shown to him by somebody else. The significance of this cannot be over-estimated. It means that SCARS is alive and still evolving. The camp's emotional climax came after our last lunch together. We all sat around the long tables, applauding the other guy for having made it through. Peterson and his staff handed out handshakes and certificates which cited "extreme training conditions including extensive physical hardship." We were named "qualified SCARS Training Partners". Instead of a handshake, our Indian partner insisted on hugging Peterson--to great laughter and applause. The rest of Sunday was largely given over to a seminar on how to deal with carjackers. Garage-size doors were opened, the mats peeled back and a sweet-looking cherry-red pickup was driven inside. We were told that these teachings have already saved real-world lives among SCARS adepts. But tomorrow was another manic Monday; and various guys had various planes to catch. One by one, the campers began peeling out of formation and heading home to nurse their bruises. And me? In forty hours, everything I thought I knew about unarmed combat got turned on its head. I found out that the Navy SEAL fighting system is simple and groundbreakingly complete, easy to learn and yet unanswerable. I have seen the future of self defense, and it is SCARS. About the Author Herb Borkland is a nationally known writer and journalist who has extensive experience in both Korean and Chinese martial arts. He is a former Associate Editor of Martial Arts Illustrated and Contributing Editor to Black Belt magazine. In 1977 he was named Inside Kung Fu's (Hall of Fame) "Writer of the Year." He is also the producer and on-air host of the national martial arts weekly TV program "Black Belts." He also serves as advisor to FightingArts.com and several Chinese national martial arts organizations.
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