In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
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Roberto<br />
and harassed all present, white and black alike. He did more talking<br />
than listening, and <strong>of</strong>ten interrupted people, leaving them frustrated.<br />
Then we were rolling down the asphalt road through the Angolan<br />
bush.<br />
I stood with my head and shoulders through the sun ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> the<br />
minibus to photograph the terrain through which we were passing.<br />
It was open, dry, and reasonably even. Sixty percent was covered<br />
with meter-high grass over low rollin·g ridges and slopes, with scatterings<br />
<strong>of</strong> thorn, fig, wild olive, and cedar trees, which clustered into<br />
small forests. Occasional, paunchy, sentinel baobab trees made the<br />
terrain unforgettably African. Coastal, woody savannah, I believed<br />
it would be called; ideal for the movements <strong>of</strong> a battalion reinforced<br />
with light armor, permitting high mobility as well as good cover. Of<br />
course, this type <strong>of</strong> war would be fought mostly up and down the<br />
roads. We were on a reasonably good, narrow asphalt road designed<br />
to carry the five-ton Mercedes and Berliet trucks which had kept the<br />
Angolan c<strong>of</strong>fee business and provincial economy rolling.<br />
We crossed two small bridges over dry swales which would be easy<br />
to detour around except perhaps during a heavy rain. Another bridge<br />
spanned a deep creek bed with steep, rough sides. An abutment had<br />
been partially blown by an MPLA mine but was stil1 solid enough<br />
for single-axle trucks and even armored vehicles no larger than the<br />
small Panhards. Such streams could pose serious problems if a span<br />
were completely blown. True, a U.S. Army engineer company could<br />
bridge it in two hours, but the FNLA would have no such capacity,<br />
nor would it be within the scope <strong>of</strong> our program to ship them<br />
adequate materials.<br />
All road junctions and small bridges were manned by two or three<br />
soldiers carrying rifles, who peered at the vehicle vacantly and then<br />
brought up something resembling a salute when they saw Roberto<br />
inside. On one occasion he got out <strong>of</strong> the VW to give a befuddled<br />
young man a lecture and demonstration <strong>of</strong> the proper position <strong>of</strong><br />
attention and salute.<br />
As we drove on, Roberto gave me a shopping list <strong>of</strong> things they<br />
needed. He kept returning to uniforms and boots for fifteen thousand<br />
men.<br />
04<br />
} must have uniforms to make them feel like soldiers," he said.<br />
"And boots. If I can give them boots they will fight for me."<br />
No one in Roberto's army was receiving regular pay or allow-