his question.
“You’re saying that the unaccounted for POWs may have been confined and questioned by the Soviets.”
“I am saying they might be up there right now in one of their Gulags. They still haven’t shut all those things down.”
“To what purpose?”
“Same reason that all of our shot down aircraft ended up in Moscow and Star City labs. They wanted our technology. The Soviets have been reverse engineering our technology for years. They created a whole air force based on our losses in Vietnam. Look at the Tupolev Tu-4, the Yakovlev Yak 38 and the SU-24 and what you will see is the Boeing B-29, the Harrier and the F-111.”
“That’s dark.” I admitted.
“It’s a dark world brother.”
Lieutenant Colonel Carol Madison
Air Force Intelligence Officer
Defense Intelligence Agency
“So what do we have?” I asked.
Everyone was gathered back at the office save for Brad who was stuck in Guam making his way back from Thailand onboard a KC-135.
“Caucasians, blacks and other non-Asians in the Vietcong and NVA ranks.” Luciano said.
“Traced to mercenaries. Possibly Dutch or French in origin. Inconclusive evidence.” Ellington said.
“Photos of ground signals possibly linked to POWs still in captivity.” I said.
“Shown to be natural phenomena. Inconclusive evidence.” Carter said.
“Possible intercepts by NSA trained Thai listening posts regarding POW locations and movements.” James said.
“Unsubstantiated for now. NSA won’t release tapes if they even exist. We are still waiting on the state department and the White House to sort that out.” Smith shut that one down.
“Is that a fancy way of saying above our pay grade.” Ellington added.
“You got it. Let’s move on.” I said really wanting to move on. “Our own POW and MIA records and the discrepancy in numbers of missing?”
“Traced to redundant record keeping. Especially in the pre Joint, pre computer record environment. Inconclusive.” Carter said.
“Eyewitnesses?” Ellington asked.
“Among the boat people and refugees? Several if not an overwhelming number of sightings. Among returned POWs and missionaries. None.” I said answering for the absent Brad.
“So we have nothing?” Smith asked.
“We have nothing new. What we do have is the Thailand Box and those photographs.” The photos were from some of the refugees that Brad had tracked down in Thailand. They were all grainy and it was impossible to distinguish who was in the photos. There were better pictures of Bigfoot.
“Rather uninspiring to say the least. Thin at most.” Carter said looking deflated.
“We are applying due diligence. We are not here to solve a mystery if it doesn’t exist.” Ellington said.
“Where do we go from here?” Luciano asked.
“I don’t know. Probably Kuwait if I had to guess.” I said thinking we were in for a long year. “I am going to put this all together in an after action report and pass it up. We’re closing up shop early.”
The last words earned me a cheer from the group.
We all left the meeting thinking that would be the end of it. I gave everyone a half day the next day and told them to come in after lunch. They deserved some time at home.
Lieutenant Colonel Paul Adams
State Department
Washington D.C.
It leaked. The whole thing. Big time. The administration had no chance to frame it.
I spent the weekend at home with my daughters. The news was banned for the weekend for some sweet relief. While we played on their new Nintendo console we had no idea that bigger wheels were in motion.
Sometime early Saturday morning while we were all home sleeping ten mail trucks in ten different cities carried plain vanilla envelopes with a fake return address. The weekend staff checked their mail that day and got a big surprise . The entire briefing with pictures and everything was
“You’re saying that the unaccounted for POWs may have been confined and questioned by the Soviets.”
“I am saying they might be up there right now in one of their Gulags. They still haven’t shut all those things down.”
“To what purpose?”
“Same reason that all of our shot down aircraft ended up in Moscow and Star City labs. They wanted our technology. The Soviets have been reverse engineering our technology for years. They created a whole air force based on our losses in Vietnam. Look at the Tupolev Tu-4, the Yakovlev Yak 38 and the SU-24 and what you will see is the Boeing B-29, the Harrier and the F-111.”
“That’s dark.” I admitted.
“It’s a dark world brother.”
Lieutenant Colonel Carol Madison
Air Force Intelligence Officer
Defense Intelligence Agency
“So what do we have?” I asked.
Everyone was gathered back at the office save for Brad who was stuck in Guam making his way back from Thailand onboard a KC-135.
“Caucasians, blacks and other non-Asians in the Vietcong and NVA ranks.” Luciano said.
“Traced to mercenaries. Possibly Dutch or French in origin. Inconclusive evidence.” Ellington said.
“Photos of ground signals possibly linked to POWs still in captivity.” I said.
“Shown to be natural phenomena. Inconclusive evidence.” Carter said.
“Possible intercepts by NSA trained Thai listening posts regarding POW locations and movements.” James said.
“Unsubstantiated for now. NSA won’t release tapes if they even exist. We are still waiting on the state department and the White House to sort that out.” Smith shut that one down.
“Is that a fancy way of saying above our pay grade.” Ellington added.
“You got it. Let’s move on.” I said really wanting to move on. “Our own POW and MIA records and the discrepancy in numbers of missing?”
“Traced to redundant record keeping. Especially in the pre Joint, pre computer record environment. Inconclusive.” Carter said.
“Eyewitnesses?” Ellington asked.
“Among the boat people and refugees? Several if not an overwhelming number of sightings. Among returned POWs and missionaries. None.” I said answering for the absent Brad.
“So we have nothing?” Smith asked.
“We have nothing new. What we do have is the Thailand Box and those photographs.” The photos were from some of the refugees that Brad had tracked down in Thailand. They were all grainy and it was impossible to distinguish who was in the photos. There were better pictures of Bigfoot.
“Rather uninspiring to say the least. Thin at most.” Carter said looking deflated.
“We are applying due diligence. We are not here to solve a mystery if it doesn’t exist.” Ellington said.
“Where do we go from here?” Luciano asked.
“I don’t know. Probably Kuwait if I had to guess.” I said thinking we were in for a long year. “I am going to put this all together in an after action report and pass it up. We’re closing up shop early.”
The last words earned me a cheer from the group.
We all left the meeting thinking that would be the end of it. I gave everyone a half day the next day and told them to come in after lunch. They deserved some time at home.
Lieutenant Colonel Paul Adams
State Department
Washington D.C.
It leaked. The whole thing. Big time. The administration had no chance to frame it.
I spent the weekend at home with my daughters. The news was banned for the weekend for some sweet relief. While we played on their new Nintendo console we had no idea that bigger wheels were in motion.
Sometime early Saturday morning while we were all home sleeping ten mail trucks in ten different cities carried plain vanilla envelopes with a fake return address. The weekend staff checked their mail that day and got a big surprise . The entire briefing with pictures and everything was
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