The call to my control officer wasn’t a pleasant one, as Herbert didn’t want to discuss my using the CIA-backed American Express card for the purchase of school texts. Almost seven hundred dollars for three books, written in South Africa and printed in Italy, were...
“The men are armed,” I said, wasting no time on niceties or re-introductions. “No live rounds issued,” Marcinko laughed, looking back at the men with grave expressions, as if such demonstrations made any difference should armed conflict unfold. “We’re in training, as...
With both Marcinko and I riding inside the Rover and the radio off, there was a silence punctuated only by the sound of passing air as we traveled, the whine of the V8 well insulated under the hood and the hiss of radial tires passing over hot asphalt. Marcinko had...
I waited for some response from Herbert, the receiver glued to my ear. That Warner Erhard didn’t trust the Agency to keep its word was self-evident but the single word I’d used to indicate to Herbert that there was a whole lot more use Erhard could be than simply...
Christmas loomed ahead, as I returned to the office after once more assigning the class to attend a combat training course encouraged by the Army for its more exotic special forces units. After reviewing the content of the course, I could see no place for me to do...