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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(56] IN SEARCH OF ENEMIES<br />
three things: that I would always separate in my own mind the truth<br />
from the pr<strong>of</strong>essional cover stories and lies; that I would never be<br />
afraid <strong>of</strong> the agency or any <strong>of</strong> its directors; and that I would not stay<br />
with it too long.<br />
Vietnam had almost been too Iong. After that, I knew that if I did<br />
not act to resolve my conflicts with the agency I risked becoming one<br />
<strong>of</strong> the burned-out, middle-grade case <strong>of</strong>ficers that clog the halls <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>CIA</strong> headquarters. On April 23, I had fl.own out <strong>of</strong> Saigon in a C-130<br />
to a refugee tent city at Clark Air Force Base exhausted and demoralized.<br />
Bitter memories crowded in while I lay for days on a cot staring<br />
at the green tent canvas overhead, waiting for a flight to the States.<br />
A week later I was back at headquarters, wandering down the<br />
halls, sticking my head in <strong>of</strong>fices, enjoying the warm greetings from<br />
old buddies and the curious stares <strong>of</strong> new <strong>of</strong>ficers.<br />
<strong>In</strong> from the cold? Case <strong>of</strong>ficers <strong>of</strong>ten come back unnoticed, drained<br />
by their experiences and haunted by their consciences, by the suspicion<br />
that the things they had done were pointless as well as cruel.<br />
They rarely have the same sparkle and drive on the next assignment<br />
--or the next. <strong>In</strong> <strong>of</strong>fices throughout headquarters there were those<br />
who had given up, who were walking out their years before early<br />
retirement, becoming grey fixtures like the safes and Xerox machines.<br />
I had reached an enviable level. Senior <strong>of</strong>ficers were cordial and<br />
accepted me almost as an insider, and the younger <strong>of</strong>ficers sought out<br />
my company. I was making s32,ooo a year. <strong>In</strong> twelve years I could<br />
expect to retire with a s20,ooo pension. Security. The <strong>CIA</strong> almost<br />
never terminated staff <strong>of</strong>ficers before retirement age. Perhaps I could<br />
find a change <strong>of</strong> pace within the <strong>CIA</strong> itself, something out <strong>of</strong> operations<br />
that would keep the momentum <strong>of</strong> my career going.<br />
Now, in one day, I had come from the sleepy hills <strong>of</strong> central Texas<br />
to learn <strong>of</strong> the <strong>CIA</strong>'s latest supersecret covert action-a war that<br />
could easily escalate into a major confrontation with the Soviet<br />
Union. They were asking me to play a major role in planning and<br />
running it.<br />
I decided to stay a few days longer, to understand this new<br />
paramilitary thing, IAFEA TURE, and then face a tough decision.