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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if IAFEA TURE ever became another Vietnam. I was tempted not to<br />
mention it to headquarters.<br />
As we flew on, I drafted my report. <strong>In</strong> two pages, it was simple<br />
enough. But my conclusion troubled me. I was intrigued that the<br />
opposing forces in northern Angola, the MPLA, were poorly<br />
armed, poorly led, and disorganized, <strong>of</strong>fering us the opportunity<br />
for a quick coup. It was feasible tq rush weapons into Angola,<br />
which would decisively win the war. I knew that our policy was<br />
not designed to win, but I wanted Washington to know that the<br />
opportunity existed for a total victory, if we provided abundant,<br />
immediate support. Since there was no chance <strong>of</strong> the National Security<br />
Council taking bold action in August 1975, I might have<br />
served my nation better if I had attempted to discourage them by<br />
emphasizing the frailty <strong>of</strong> the FNLA army to which the United<br />
States had affixed its prestige.<br />
Back in Kinshasa I handed St. Martin the draft report and went<br />
into the guest room for a long shower. When I came out he handed<br />
it back, suggesting only that it should be changed from the first<br />
person and put into cable format. Did he agree with it? He brushed<br />
the question aside. I should report whatever I wanted. He had nevertheless<br />
made several minor changes, with the compulsion <strong>of</strong> all<br />
agency managers to edit every draft that crosses their desks. His<br />
reluctance to discuss it made me wonder if he would file a separate<br />
cable, criticizing mine.<br />
On the way back from Ambriz an ominous turmoil had begun<br />
to build in my abdomen, and by the next morning I was in the<br />
throes <strong>of</strong> the "Angolan anguish," bacillary dysentary. The medic<br />
at the embassy prescribed kaolin pectin and four or five days rest,<br />
but my plane was to leave the next morning for Savimbi's headquarters<br />
in central Angola and I would be bounced from truck to<br />
Land Rover for the next three days. I knew that only an occasional<br />
sip <strong>of</strong> paregoric would permit me to complete the mission,<br />
and there was none to be had without a prescription. A <strong>CIA</strong><br />
medic once told me that illness, alcoholism, and emotional problems<br />
are responsible for 99 percent <strong>of</strong> the <strong>CIA</strong>'s incomplete assignments.<br />
To my enormous relief, one <strong>of</strong> the station's operations assistants<br />
found me at St. Martin's at six and handed me a dark vial <strong>of</strong> paregoric,<br />
laughing sympathetically at my predicament. "Don't ask any