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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Our Little-Known Allies [93]<br />
call the Africa Division chief if you like but I'm on my way/"<br />
I turned and bolted, ignoring her calls after me. It gave me a funny<br />
feeling to run from an armed <strong>of</strong>ficer, even a <strong>CIA</strong> guard. I wondered<br />
if she would summon help and track me down.<br />
Of course Potts was right. Graphics did the impossible. At nine<br />
o'clock the charts were corrected and I delivered them to the director's<br />
<strong>of</strong>fice on the seventh floor, just as Colby walked out to meet<br />
Potts by the waiting elevator. Two <strong>of</strong> Colby's special guards, dressed<br />
in civilian clothes, turned quickly as I rushed up and watched as I<br />
handed the carrying case to Potts. One <strong>of</strong> the guards got into the<br />
elevator with Colby and Potts. They would ride nonstop to the<br />
basement where another guard was posted, and then travel in an<br />
inconspicuous brown, chauffeur-driven Plymouth sedan to the<br />
White House. I went back to Africa Division and the morning cable<br />
traffic.<br />
Almost immediately Bantam called me in. He was beside himself,<br />
fuming and snatching at papers on his desk. I closed the door.<br />
"Look at this! Have you seen this?"<br />
It was a cable from Kinshasa proposing that we put fifteen agency<br />
observer teams, Americans, at key locations in the interior <strong>of</strong> Angola.<br />
It argued that this was the only way we would get the intelligence<br />
and control we needed for a successful program. It outlined<br />
the airplanes, radios, and logistical support we would need to back<br />
up the teams.<br />
"Here we go! It's Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia all over again!<br />
Fifty Americans now, five hundred next month. Fifty thousand next<br />
year!"<br />
I looked at him helplessly. What could I say?<br />
"Thaf s just like St. Martin!" Carl exploded. "Charging a<br />
head ... "<br />
St. Martin was an old East Asia hand who had been brought into<br />
Africa Division by Larry Devlin after they had worked together in<br />
the Laos program. "St. Martin has always been that way," Carl went<br />
on. "He damn near closed down my branch in Saigon in 'sixty-two.<br />
What happened was, we had approval to spend eight thousand dollars<br />
on a Montagnard program and St. Martin was supposed to<br />
deliver the money. I gave him the cash and he took <strong>of</strong>f in his car.<br />
But somewhere around Dalat he gave the money to a Vietnamese