REC #3 HATONN
MON., MAY 2, 1994 3:03 P.M. YEAR 7, DAY 259
MON., MAY 2, 1994
PANIC AND FRUSTRATION!
Dharma's fingers are frozen into cataleptic seizure as we process the latest casual statement from Ronn Jackson to Rick Martin: "Rick, would you know someone I can have for a 'ghost' writer? I have so much material that is so hot it needs printing right now--and I just can't get to it all...." I think you readers can probably discern what might be passing through the brain-waves of this "ghost" writer present at this keyboard!?! We'll just leave her dangle for a while....
THE DEATH OF CAMELOT, Part 14
by Ronn Jackson
Many times you will read about what I call a Contact. Although it is not prudent to mention names, with their permission I will tell you something about them. We all have a circle of people we call friends. I do not speak about people who we just know or are acquaintances--I mean "friends". If, further, you are like me you can count your close "friends" by using fingers on no more than possibly both hands. If more, you are very fortunate. It requires a lifetime to develop these friends and you are very careful to guard and protect them. As always, the testing really comes when you are in need. That position can run in both directions. It boils down to how you handle the circumstance and/or other situations which might arise. I do not here refer simply in terms of money, but what you are able to do. The decision is unqualified and when you are with these friends these attitudes are reflected in your conversations and your feelings. You don't talk about those feelings but, none the less, they are there. If your circle is like mine, you talk about things with which you are familiar, i.e., your jobs, situations encountered in performance of those jobs and always, the experiences while performing same. There doesn't seem to be time for anything else.
I am reminded of one of those situations where I was with one of these friends for an evening. We were in excellent humor and were enjoying some laughter, a few drinks and good conversation. Our topic for the evening focused around "Big Floyd". That term will mean little to you at this point but it is a name that is used by many to describe the Federal Bureau of Investigation's computer system. We usually laugh when the term is used in your presence for the above mentioned system is one of the biggest jokes ever perpetrated onto the American public. If the money that has been spent on that incredibly archaic and out-dated system had been used for the homeless people, every single person in that category would be off the streets and well tended for years. The worst thing about the junk is that money continues to be poured into it and that-part is not a joke.
For the past several years one of the members of our "group" has taken it upon himself to monitor all of us electronically--it would be one of those CYA sort of situations. One day, in fact, that particular person was checking himself out on that system to which I am referring and found that several erroneous additions had been made. He had, in fact, been living off-shore for several years which was not reflected so he set forth to make corrections. First he erased the entire file which meant that anyone with his name or initials was no longer on record with the' FBI. Next, by taking down the code entered on his records he was able to trace, right through their security section, the person who had entered the incorrect data. He next ran a background check on that person who ended up being an employee whose job was specifically restricted to entering data--just doing the bidding of someone higher-up.
My friend knew this was not something personal with the employee and was not upset with him but his supervisors were an entirely different matter. He had to qualify his thinking about the operator by knowing that he was a typical American just blindly following orders without thinking about consequences. There comes a time, however, when the facts of such actions should be brought to attention no matter what the worker-level might be. There comes a time to remind these government nerds who they are and for whom they are supposedly working. Our man, through the security section of the computer system, determined the "log-on" routine of the operator. He also found his name which indicated he was of Hispanic origin. He then added a small sub-routine to the log-on procedure so that when the operator typed in his entire procedure, the following message appeared: "Do you know the first five words of the Mexican National Anthem?" Following the caption came the following instructions, "Press return to continue." When the return was pressed the following message came up on the screen: "Thank you for shopping K-Mart". That message cleared itself and the next message appeared, "Mr. or Senior Gonzales, it is not my intent to be racist.
I used the message to bring to your attention errors on my record where there are several entries which are incorrect. If you entered that false information I do realize that you were instructed to do so by others. However, you do have a responsibility to yourself and to your country to report this practice for it is unlawful. The Constitution guarantees me certain rights and with you blindly following orders you are as guilty of violating my rights as much as the person who gave you those instructions. I consider your actions as a prelude to 1984 and suggest that you call your supervisor. He or she should be aware that someone is watching over "Big Brother" and will circumvent your every move--checkmate". At the end of the message was a second routine placing the entire item into a loop.
Although you would never have heard about this occurrence I can assure you that the entire computer system was non-operational for thirty-six hours--as planned. The following week a request came out for a new security system.
In George Orwells' book, 1984, Big Brother was not installed in one day nor did it require the flipping of a switch to put it into operation. If we, as a people, continue to send these airheads to Washington we will be as guilty of bringing on our self-destruction as are those we stupidly choose to lead us.
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My friendly reporter was with me and I had gotten used to having her around. We were now getting ready to take her to the airport to return to her job duties. We had collected all of her notes that she had written over the period of the prior three days and as she tried to get them all into her briefcase only about half of them would fit. Then she decided it wasn't such a good idea to carry them with her and I put them into a locked file drawer. She asked if it would be alright to bring a cameraman back with her and I said the same rules still apply. She agreed. My men were coming in today and I told her that I had not discussed any of my plans with any of my men so would let her know about the camera. As we were leaving one of the guys walked in and she spoke with him for a while. As we moved to go he asked for her autograph.
I had already taken her by her own hotel and picked up her things and then as I walked her down the long concourse she was still in the "questioning" mode. We continued to converse for a few more minutes and since time was getting very short I had to remind her that, after all, she would be back in two days and we could pick up the story where we were leaving off with it.
When I arrived back at the office three more of the men had arrived. The other five all arrived within the next half hour. There was no use in putting things off so I dove right into what we were going to do. As I looked around the room at the faces staring back at me, the expressions said it all--they thought I was crazy.
Part of my agreement with the President was that I would have available to me the resources of the United States. I wasn't sure what that meant but it sounded pretty good to me. I had requested the full use of the firing range at Nellis Air Force Base because all of the men would need some indoctrination on several weapons and since we were going to be on a tight schedule I wanted to get this part of the project out of the way.
I had arranged for living quarters and I would take them through one step at a time. I had many things to accomplish in a brief few days so I set it up so they would come in each morning and after we would have a short briefing they would leave from my place and go directly to the firing range. My agreement with them was rather complicated and all they were interested in was the end results. In return for these services each of the men would receive a home as payment. There was a top price for each to be considered so I acquired a real estate person to do the work required. Each evening she took the men out to look at houses. Several decided on a model of a condominium at one location and that saved quite a bit of time so by the end of the week the men had completed their training and all nine had a nice home in escrow.
We ran into a few problems but managed to work them out pretty well. The men all seemed to be getting along very well and that was good for we did NOT need dissention within our ranks.
The men had purchased new wardrobes and several pieces required for our operation in progress. The reporter had returned and she was taping the entire operation. She had also tried her own hand at the weapons range and had done quite well.
It was almost time for her to go back East for her weekly show. She had agreed to go with me and the men to a sort of last-night-in-town fling. I asked the men to be on their very best behavior so if anyone felt like punching someone out--to please save it as their energy could be better utilized where we were going than in a barroom brawl.
Finally we were on our way. Our first stop would be in Georgia. I wanted the men to become totally familiar with a couple of pieces of weaponry and the military facility in Georgia was set up for such training. It would do all of us some good to get a bit of a change of scenery. I was referring to the "Southern Belles", you have to understand. Well, that nice idea came to a screeching halt--the petty prejudice still existed no matter what you hear--and the next two days passed at a very slow pace. The next stop would be Miami.
Prior to heading to the Caribbean, we stopped at Homestead Air Force Base. Our schedule called for two weeks. Support personnel would be joining us. I wondered what the reaction was going to be when the Air Force saw the Navy's finest on their base. Perhaps it might be interesting.
An Air Force bus picked us up and a cute little airman, I should say "Airwoman" was driving. The way she could handle traffic allowed me to believe she should have been a semi-driver--well, perhaps she was. Gosh, when I had been in the service it was surely different. We had an NCO Club with weights, one pool table and three-two beer. One of the men reminded me that we were "uptown" now--and I just reminded them that these people were officers and gentlemen and to refer any problems to me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My friends, to whom I refer throughout this book as a "contact" have put together a computer center. If I were required to wait for information through normal channels I would still be on projects that were completed years ago. No red tape, no bureaucracy, no false and/or misleading information and many times their information SAVED MY LIFE.
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Dharma, I realize that this is a very short chapter but the print is so faint as to be all but impossible to decipher so I believe that your eyes have had enough for this afternoon. Thank you and good evening.
REC #1 HATONN
TUE., MAY 3, 1994 9:11 A.M. YEAR 7, DAY 260
TUE., MAY 3, 1994
Since this seems to be the highlight of your reading pleasure at the moment, we need to discuss the contributions of our guest authors and journalists. At the present time that includes Gary Wean, Rodney Stich, Don Stewart, Ronn Jackson and Michael Piper. It will, and does, include others but these five are getting the largest direct input from their already scribed volumes of work. We now have an additional situation which presents itself and that includes pertinent correspondence from them--sometimes personal, sometimes commentary--but equally as important or entertaining, or more so due to current nature of dated communications and the staff, who is already buried, has great difficulty in placing identification on the documents when putting them to computer disk. Absolutely, it is impossible for Dharma to place identifications on the disks for she is not apprized of that which we will write--until it is written.
For you who must handle this information and will need to pull it up LATER for another VOLUME, or more, of each participant's, work for publication, I ask for input. Until you have a schedule worked out I have asked Dharma to mark each entry, and as with this example today, which is a copy of his 5/2/94 letter, we will mark it as correspondence or "other" documentation--as distinguished from published work, part 1, 2, etc. We will, as example, mark today's Part 1 "OTHER" for Jackson. You will, further, need to consult and inform us of how you wish to handle information from his newsletters and perhaps that can also be handled as "other"?? As he writes on personalities and situations pertinent to that which we are running regularly, we need it here--and the readers must have it--but there is absolutely NO NEED FOR DUPLICATION OF WORK--there is TOO much already.
I thank you, readers, for allowing Dharma to simply present all work EXACTLY as it comes--errors, abbreviations and all for we are truly SWAMPED and drowning in the load. Soon we will be able to afford additional help so keep eyes and ears open for exceptional editors who are willing to do it "OUR" WAY and not according to the mores of the grammar school teacher. Our intent is to as nearly as is possible duplicate work--not rewrite it! THE PAPER AND JOURNALS MUST CONTAIN NO LIABILITIES AS PERTAINS TO "ANOTHER'S" WORK. NONE! MY COMMENTS, AS WELL AS THOSE OF ANY OTHER PARTY--MUST BE CLEARLY MARKED AND IF SOMETHING IS CHANGED IN ANY WAY --DISCLOSE IT. WE WANT TO STAY IN PUBLICATION AND THAT WILL HAPPEN ONLY AS LONG AS WE FOLLOW PROPER ACTIONS AND GUIDELINES. THANK YOU.
I ask that the correspondence of yesterday (5/2/94), from Ronn Jackson to CONTACT, please be printed [Editors note: It follows in this writing]. He is going through the "journals" and has comments to which I want all readers to have access. If you have no confirmation of the credibility of my work, or another's, you have missed the value in the exercise. Sometimes I will have made comments that are confusing or, at times, invalid, for my use of information has ALWAYS been with full intention of utilizing that which is already recognized or known, somewhere, someplace. It is urgently important that facts be presented, identified and verified FROM YOUR VIEWPOINT BY ONES WHO KNOW. THIS IS NOW HAPPENING! When we get to the SPIRITUAL aspects of WHAT IS, I will likewise SHARE the podium with others--
I will not accept a human person's opinion in those matters for in those instances it is ME THAT KNOWS! You are all now and shall be always welcome to your opinions but in these realms I AM IN KNOWLEDGE AND YOU ARE NOT! If you find disagreement--FINE, but please plan to share it through some other publication except for interest and debate. I shall not longer allow a challenge such as myself being a "snake" or "reptilian" monster of some sort to be UNCHALLENGED--I don't care WHO "thinks" he is somehow in the knowing. It is THAT ignorance which has landed you at the brink of HELL. GOD AND TROOPS ARE GOING TO BEGIN TO TAKE CONTROL OF "OUR" PROPERTY. GOD IS PRESENTING "WAYS" TO ACQUIRE NECESSARY MANIFESTATION AS ONES COME INTO REALIZATION OF MISSIONS--AND WE WILL DECIDE HOW BEST TO UTILIZE THESE ASSETS. THIS IS NOT THE NEW YORK TIMES OR OPEN SUNDAY SCHOOL--THIS IS A PAPER FOR THE OFFERING OF TRUTH AND INFORMATION. SINCE IT IS NOW THE NUMBER ONE INFORMATION RESOURCE FOR SUCH AS THE CIA, ETC., I AM QUITE SURE THAT IT CAN BE DEPENDED UPON THAT OTHER INFORMATION IS EQUALLY INTERESTING AS ARE CLANDESTINE REVELATIONS.
Does this mean that I suggest you question nothing? Of course not--QUESTION EVERYTHING!!! Then, if something is found to NOT BE CORRECT--YOU CORRECT IT--BUT DO SO THROUGH POSITIVE MEANS WITH BACKUP--THESE PEOPLE HERE ARE NO LONGER GOING TO TAKE YOUR RESPONSIBILITY.
By the way, with this in mind I do urge our "writers" to keep to that which is concluded with pretty good accuracy. We have not been able to utilize some work because it is NOT "quite" correct and has no substantiation. Eye-witness is BETTER than "good enough", and "revved-up" is also good, but do not fabricate ANYTHING which can be factual--or if "surmised as conclusion drawn" please always state same. There will always be a brother or sister who will KNOW! And, friends, the purpose of the publications from upstart was to be allowed to finally REACH THROUGH TO THOSE ENTITIES. WHEN THE FACT-EXPERIENCERS CONGREGATE AND EXPRESS--WE HAVE A CHANCE TO REGAIN FREEDOM. Convergence upon this place is NOT appropriate for there are some very, very dangerous circumstances here so if your JOB is not yet specifically clear to you--WAIT, before up and moving somewhere. We have no way to attend anyone, not even selves--at this juncture, so don't add burden--be patient for perhaps your JOB is right where you ARE? THIS PLACE IS NOT EVEN VERY FRIENDLY AS TO WORKERS FOR THEY ARE TOTALLY BURIED AND THAT IS THE WAY IT MUST BE PRESENTLY TO INSURE SAFETY, SECURITY FROM ASSAULT, ETC. Remember that if everyone in the hive is THE queen bee--there is no "community"! You are NOT working for a bunch of people other than as brothers--your work intention must be toward that which is RIGHT and it is time that EACH AND ALL squarely face your own responsibility! By this I mean that picking and whining against a brother is unacceptable--but whining and picking to me is even more unacceptable. If YOU do not "FIT"--you are free to move on--if, in fact, the other party is simply doing the best he can in his own responsibility. There is order through RESPONSIBILITY--not hierarchy pecking orders.
EVERYONE in a business situation MUST BE HEARD AND RESPECTED. Suggestions need to be heard in order to find new and better ways of management
--but NEVER "just" to spend a bit more money in the process OR to make an ego point! Further, if you are not directly involved in something--keep out of it, or, offer your suggestions because it is the right thing to do--NEVER because you simply THINK THAT YOU know better.
Yes I know, some will say, "....but I volunteered all these months just so I COULD have a place of importance"! I answer you: THEN YOU DID NOT VOLUNTEER! YOU WERE OBVIOUSLY PURCHASING, IN YOUR OWN MIND, A PLACE OF REWARD. That attitude is OK as far as "reward" for services--but, I remind you that tickets aboard ship are NOT for sale and neither are positions simply for the "heck of it". I, myself, have ones on standby awaiting placement--who held their responsible positions ELSEWHERE. That has allowed us to continue and I SHALL honor those ones FIRST and that will NOT BE "just" because YOU are somehow "here". Some of you may well not "like" it, but likes and druthers are not in point--our MISSION IS!
I have deviated from my subject writing but I need, from time to time, to clarify direction, operations and respond to the ongoing quibbling here and there. Indeed--
I HEAR IT--and I don't expect Dharma to have to hear it! Part of your own journey responsibility and growth--must be in your own ability to be flexible, find service needs and fill them no matter what they might be and do so within the gracious goodness of GOD's expectations. GOD WILL RARELY BE "FAIR" IN THE PERCEPTIONS OF ONES IN FOCUS OF SELF--FOR NOTHING SAVE THE TOP-SLOT IS SEEMINGLY "FAIR" TO SELF. I REMIND YOU THAT GOD IS "JUST" AND EGO WILL ALWAYS BE REWARDED ACCORDING TO ITS OWN "INTENT" WHEREIN HE WHO THINKS HE IS THE BEST AND MUST HAVE HOMAGE--SHALL BECOME THE "LOSEST" AMONG YOU...!
JACKSON OTHER. Part 1
P.O. Box 978
Tehachapi, CA. 93581
Attn: Rick Martin
While reading Through Darkness into Light: Endless Cycles of the Divine Plan, Vol. I, on page 220, last paragraph, Hatonn says it all: "Why do I utilize 'religious' terms and speakers? Because each began in purity and prophecies are valid if valid
--regardless of who speaks them. The 'religions' of Christ and God began in purity and represented the opposite of evil. It is man who has aligned himself with the corrupted concepts and allowed that which is evil to take the very language of God and cause its destruction in worthiness of definition".
This practice is further demonstrated by the governor of this once great country when law is enacted. The wording of "Acts of Congress" say one thing and imply another. Through several generations of mis-information and outright fraud, members of government can no longer distinguish between truth and fantasy and those whose bidding is being done sit and await the formation of one world government to further their self-serving needs. The "money and power" interests believe that people of this country are more concerned with surviving and are complacent with the status-quo. Their thinking is understandable and now, with their goals nearing fruition, it is they who have become complacent. The time is near for us to take back our country and make the "Good ole Boys" bubble burst. I intend to be standing there with a pin! Each day I find additional corruption, fraud, and deception and the writings of Hatonn continue to fill in the gaps.
While I find his words to be very accurate I will continue to supply your paper with confirmation of that on those subjects of which I am familiar and, as Hatonn says in many different ways: "..smelling the rose may be a little easier with my input and knowledge for some of you readers".
The information and confirmation on "MJ-12" is on the way to you. That knowledge has been referred to by many and my involvement, I believe, you will find interesting. However, I do not have all the answers. Two past members of the organization were "projects" of mine and are a part of Book III, of The Death of Camelot series
Information on the "PROMIS" software meant very little to me until I read Threads of Silk--Bands of Steel; Tangled Webs Vol. VII [Phoenix Journal #5] and Rodney Stich's Defrauding America. The Inslaw case has the potential of opening the eyes of this country.
While I cannot confirm or deny the San Luis Obispo Connection in its entirety, I do know that part of the information was put out by many to hide what is really going on in that area. The power plant at Diablo Canyon is a Breeder-Reactor. That is the real reason for cost over-runs; however, PG&E is a private enterprise. The government picked up the cost of the facility. The cost increases granted by the PUC is hush money to keep a few key members of the utility quiet.
The Sipapu Odyssey was very enjoyable. Was it written to be a movie? I will look forward to seeing it.
Most people throughout their lives have many acquaintances, but good friends they can count on one hand. This life has permitted me less but I would like to say a few words about one such friend. His name was William "Bill" Casey. He and I worked for C.O.U.P.E.S. and, although we didn't always like what we did, we did our jobs well and were very loyal to those to whom we were responsible. The night that he gave me, or I should say, told me to pick up the Alpha Files (Book V, The Death of Camelot, The Hoover Files), we had dinner and I would like to describe the conversation at that meal so that some insight into a man that I called "friend" may be given to the readers of CONTACT. In many cases, people and events may be something other than they appear to be.
Casey's primary function in the Washington, D.C. area was to give out disinformation. A good example of how skillful he was at his job was the two books authored by Bob Woodward of the Washington Post on the Central Intelligence Agency. He told me how he had the reporter eating out of his hand and said the man was the most gullible he had ever met. By the time the evening was over my sides ached and Casey summed up Bob Woodward's skills by saying, "That reporter wouldn't know a good story if it came up and bit him on the ass". Neither one of us could talk about our jobs so, naturally, two or three times a year, we would get together and talk "shop". It was like our way of letting off steam and when you were under the pressure that both of us were under, you needed a safety valve of some kind. He kept me posted on what went on in his sphere of influence and my activities followed me within C.O.U.P.E.S.
He referred to me as "C.J.". He did so because of September 29, 1963 in Grover City, California. Also, whenever Scotland Yard or the National Police of any nation had a case that couldn't be solved, I received the credit and he was always asking me how I could be in so many places at one time. At that time his organization was receiving credit for things they did not do and government chose to use their strongest weapon of silence and henceforth, their reputation. Several agents who have sought to gain something by propagating untruths have given the CIA a reputation which in reality is quite different than what I know to be fact. As to the CIA having anything to do with the assassination of JFK, that possibility is as remote as the Easter Bunny choosing an alternative life style. The entire story is in the series [The Death of Camelot].
The amount of mail that I have received as a result of your paper is truly a lesson in humility. I know that no man is an island but it has been a long time since I let myself go and the number of get-well-cards received [by me] tells me that the CONTACT newspaper is read by many people other than your subscriber list. It sure feels good to know that part of the media is being responsible. Thanks.
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Rather than change authors in mid-chapter, Dharma, please let us just offer the next segment which didn't get finished yesterday. I believe it is relatively short.
THE DEATH OF CAMELOT, Part 15
by Ronn Jackson
The club was plush. It was fairly crowded, so we pushed a couple of tables together and one of the men volunteered to go up and get us a round. While he was getting what everyone wanted, a waitress came to our table. She took our order and I was looking around me, and over-hearing bits and pieces of several conversations. There are preconceived notions about service people but they are just people who wear uniforms.
I had been speaking with a pilot. He excused himself to go meet his wife. I noticed the rest of the party blended in well and I wondered, as I looked around the room, what these people would say if they knew what we were about to embark on. Probably nothing.
A lady was coming through the front entrance. She had a uniform on and I saw something shiny on her collar. She was walking towards me and I could see an oakleaf. I had never seen an officer that looked like that. She was a remarkably beautiful woman. It's funny but I had the impression that women officers were hard-looking and somewhat masculine. When you're wrong, I thought to myself, you are really out in left field. As she walked towards me, a number of emotions and thoughts went through my mind and I have to admit, they were not of the pure-type. I also made up my mind to meet that lady. She continued walking towards me. I remember thinking, the gods are looking at me with favor. She stopped in front of me and introduced herself as the executive officer of the base and informed me that it was her duty to see that all of our needs were met. I was looking at her and could see her lips moving but I wasn't hearing a word that she was saying.
I remember her touching my shoulder and asking if I was alright. I came back down to earth and said I was fine. I looked at the men and none of them were fooled. All of them had been watching this little episode and looked like they were about to explode. I felt a little foolish and knew my face was pink, and when I looked back at the officer, she caught on to what was going on and smiled that I had been so taken aback. I had forgotten my manners and was still seated. I stood up and knew something had to be said. I had made a fool of myself and had not been in this position many times in my life. Being a resilient person, and not often caught without something to say, I said that it was not often that someone sees a member of the opposite sex and falls madly and passionately in love. I was looking directly at her when I made that comment. I could swear that I saw something there.
The waitress brought her a drink and, during our conversation, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I kept thinking something like this just doesn't happen. I had better stop and smell the roses. I made a dinner date for the following evening.
The following morning the men and I assembled in our assigned facility. The Colonel came by and I asked if there was a car rental facility on base. She said there was and I gave her my American Express. I requested that she get four cars for the men and a Lincoln for me; I had a hot date that evening. I looked into those blue eyes of hers and there was something there.
A bus pulled up. It was the naval personnel. When I reviewed the service records, a few days ago, I had chosen a Lt. Commander as the senior serviceman. I wanted one that was career and regular. My reasoning was simple; he had come up through the ranks and I needed experience. He was a little older than I and he was a person that didn't need all the little details. I found that as I grew older my patience was going in reverse and my fuse was shorter. I had a mental picture of the guy and I wasn't far off. Crew cut, clean shaven, a little stocky and I knew you had to get up pretty early in the morning to put anything over on him. His looks commanded respect and I would wager that he didn't have to repeat himself. His hand-shake was iron and that simple fact pushed my estimate of success to nearly one hundred percent. When you have to watch your back that costs seconds; that can cost you more.
His second and third in command were also career. Both, like their boss, came through the ranks. The other twenty-four were all demolition people. I looked them over, some were young but all were on their second hitch. I was satisfied and, when we were all settled in the facility, we had a short "rap" session. The first thing I did was give a general explanation on what we were about to do. There were several puzzled looks around the room and I acknowledged them. I also added that they would have to be patient. For years, I have worked by myself and this was a little new for me. One of the servicemen asked what I did. I was at one of those cross-roads again, like I had been with the reporter. I looked around the room and there were thirty-some-odd sets of eyes on me. I had not told my men of my background. In due time, was my response.
I had not given them the location of where we were going and I wanted a better feel for them. Different personalities and temperament meant a lot. I was sure that in two or three days I could scope them and make the final decision on them. They were my responsibility.
The remainder of the day I showed them blown-up pictures of the four objectives. One, a power plant; two, a fuel storage facility; three, a gas transmission line, and four, two fuel-powered mega-generators. For me to do my job, all four had to be disabled simultaneously.
I explained further that on the last two days all would be restricted to the base. With all due respect to the officers present, rank would mean little for the next few days. Our total concentration in this room was on the project. I told them a thousand things can go wrong but our purpose was to correct history and put a big dent in the drug business, to restore respect in our country and make some basic values mean something. Again I looked around the room and all eyes were on me. I could tell my choice of them had been correct but then there were many that, if they had been in this position, would have done as well.
My date was not what I expected it to be. Maybe it was more. No, she didn't rush into my arms. I didn't expect her to. No, she didn't drag me off to bed. I didn't expect her to. Although the thought did enter my mind, once or twice. Now look who has their values confused. The evening was splendid. We laughed, we drank, and we discussed the government. We talked about the common market, the stock market, Las Vegas. She showed more interest in that than the previous subjects and, of course, women's rights, abortion, child care and education. Neither one of us had any children so we had all the answers. We hashed out AIDS, the ecology, the economy, the Air Force AND Scotch, which we both drank. Sharp lady, I thought, and she stayed with me, drink for drink. It's funny, my thoughts at the time were, my liquor bill is doubling, and all the kids in the world are going without milk. Do you start fantasizing when you reach a certain age? Maybe there is something to that "male menopause".
On the way back to the base, I pulled into an ice cream store. We had a hot fudge sundae. I hadn't had one in years. So, I had a good time. When I kissed her good night I felt something; no, I felt a lot. We made plans for tomorrow.
I started with the power plant. I was amazed that the power for an entire country came from one source. Well, I guess that isn't so strange if the leader of that country was lining his pockets with foreign aid. Anyway, from that single power source were seven major transmission lines, supplying all points on the island. Over half the entire country had no power. Those seven lines had to be blown. Even though there were many small generators around the island, they were for household use and wouldn't be of any concern. The hospitals had larger ones and I hoped they were operational. I knew there were several at military installations and I hoped that part would be covered.
I had singled out one enlisted man as being the primary on the towers. Based on his service record, he was far ahead in projects such as this. I asked him, pointedly, if what I suggested was possible. He said, "A piece of cake, either stepped, relayed or in unison," I could feel the excitement in the room. The entire day was spent on every angle of the oil and stoker powered facility. At the end of the day every man knew it totally. I looked towards the senior officer and he had a grin on his face and he told me, later, he had known all along what was going down. He gave me a thumbs up.
I told the group I was going out and relax tonight and wished them a good evening. One of the enlisted men said I had zeroed in on the lady Colonel. As I was leaving someone was setting up a pool. I didn't stay around to find out what for, but I think
I might have been involved.
The next day, the small air force of the island nation was the main topic of discussion. It wasn't large but it was deadly-- MIGs. I wanted no part of them and neither did anyone in this room. Because of the embargo against the country, the fuel was the problem. There had been no military exercises in over three months because of the fuel shortage. The four tanks that I had photographs of were their aviation fuel, the high test stuff. This was their only readily available source. I sure hoped my intelligence was accurate.
That day ended about three. The remarks I was subjected to were scandalous. The entire unit had solidified in a matter of hours. If the reason is right and the objective is just, we were about to show what Americans are all about. I was on my way to the Officer's Club. I thought of the men in that room and I was proud! (060220)
The dictionary has a different definition of the word, "conglomerate", than what you and I have come to know. My employers stepped in and explained the facts of life to several, a short time ago, as you have no doubt read. Some are divesting themselves of some of their diversification. This is one of the few items that they have done that I concur with and so would you if you knew the whole story. Give it some thought.
[H: We have some pages which are devoted to questions and responses. The numerical order will be out of sequence as we have no first six (6) questions. We will, however, pick up with number 7 and hope the others show up somewhere along the stack of work.]
7. In a previous issue, you made reference to Book V, The Hoover Files. Why did you find it necessary to name the women in John F. Kennedy's life? Why not let him rest in peace? Is that not bordering on smut?
Answer: I agree with you and I gave some serious thought to putting that information in the series. My intent was to show to what lengths J. Edgar Hoover went to in compiling information on American citizens. If it can happen to a President, it can certainly happen to you.
8. Are you not placing yourself into legal difficulty in naming some of the people listed in your series? Like Clark Clifford?
Answer: If Mr. Clifford wishes to take me into court, so be it. Each and every accusation I make is very carefully documented. He will lose. I would welcome the challenge, but you will not see that happen because it is the truth. If he does, he's a fool.
9. Do you plan on continuing the segments on Book V and, if so, who is your next subject?
Answer: Yes, and the excerpts will appear, depending on space availability in the newspaper, one per month. Also, being where I am, I have a small logistical problem. The next subject is THE AMERICAN INDIAN MOVEMENT. What Hoover and the FBI did to Native Americans is one of the greatest atrocities of our time. No, I am not of Indian descent. I am simply, in this case, writing and interpreting what I read.
10. Is Charlie Chaplin in the Hoover Files and, if so, was he really a Communist?
Answer: According to the files, Mr. Chaplin was a card-carrying member of the Communist Party. Mr. Chaplin is scheduled for the November issue of the Anza Valley Outlook, November 19, 1993, space permitting.
11. Were the members of the Warren Commission in the Hoover Files? Please destroy this request after answering.
Answer: All members had a file: however, Allan Dulles' file was empty. I have no explanation for that. I do destroy all correspondence after reading and recording your request. It is part of Carson City, Nevada's sewer system.
12. Because of the nature of this letter, I will answer it in this manner.
Answer: "E.W.", in my estimation, Pablo Escobar, the ruler of Libya, the ruler of Cuba, and one who eats fish-heads in Cambodia. Yes, I am ashamed to say, our country deals with all four. Yes, in drugs. Yes, some are members of our government. Yes, you would recognize their names. Yes, I do, further in the series.
13. How long will The Death of Camelot run?
Answer: One hundred eighteen (118) weeks, through February 17, 1995. Thank you for the compliment. Send as many questions as you wish. I will answer each one of them; however, I will caution you. If for some reason you do not want the answer, please don't ask the question. I take it from your letter, there is a close relationship from what you say.
[H: These pages of letter responses were, of course, not intended for us OR for CONTACT; however, it seems interesting to share. We are just happy to be allowed within the loop. Thank you.]