-Caveat Lector- from: http://pages.hotbot.com/advice/wpmay/ <A HREF="http://pages.hotbot.com/advice/wpmay/">Never Sleep 'til Dawn !</A> ----- Never Sleep 'til Dawn ! My book "Never Sleep 'til Dawn" is a true story about murder, agents provocateur, and corruption. The wiretapping of congress raises more serious questions than Watergate. During the Vietnam War: �the U.S. Army tapped the telephones of our congressmen. Who was in charge? �a commander murdered his own men to validate his fraudulent body count. �Agent Orange helped to hide the Vietcong, and made us easy targets. �The major had worked for the U.S. Army in Washington, D.C., supervising a small group of soldiers, who were tapping the telephones of our senators and congressmen. I was stunned. The U.S. Army was listening to the private conversations of our legislators, trying to find some dirt, with which to control their votes! "Isn't that illegal? His face turned red, and he stared straight ahead, trying to avoid my glance. Perhaps he regretted, that he had said too much. When he spoke again, he replied lamely, that, as a good soldier, he had just been following orders. �The operations officer spoke haltingly at first, then continued in steady, somber tones, like a man struggling through a funeral oration for a close friend. As he spoke, he looked into my eyes searchingly, trying to measure from my reaction, what he would have to say to make me understand what was happening to his unit, and to the young men who had been sent as replacements, straight from one of those crash courses in soldiering, that was considered training in those days. Forty Americans had been killed in a Vietcong ambush. His battalion commander's eyes had lit up, when he ordered him to report that his unit had killed almost four hundred enemy soldiers. The number was an outright lie, but for every dead American, the commander could claim ten dead enemy soldiers. The deaths of these young American soldiers lent credibility to his fraudulent report, and promoted his career. �We sprayed the herbicide Agent Orange over vast areas of Vietnam to take away our enemies' hiding places. After a few months, the defoliant caused more American combat deaths than it prevented. In parts of the Central Highlands, the heavy canopy masked the sunlight, and permitted no plants to grow on the jungle floor. We were able to move silently to surprise an NVA unit, before they could hear us coming. In the south, near the "Iron Triangle, the areas treated with Agent Orange had become death traps for our troops. The dense brush, which had replaced the dead trees, cast dark shadown on the weeds and grasses below. We could not see through this miniature jungle we had created, and every tiny green vine looked like a trip wire for a mine or booby trap. Even from a few feet away, our enemy had become completely invisible. We lost, because we did not understand ! The farmers were too far from the large cities to care about politics. Stooped in their rice paddies from dawn to dusk, most disliked the corrupt government officials as well as those fervent Vietcong cadre, who were constantly badgering them to make a commitment to their cause. These cadre came to them at night, asking for food to feed their soldiers, while their soldiers played casually with their AK-47's. In return for their "voluntary" contributions, these Vietcong officials issued receipts, redeemable for cash at the end of the conflict. As the war dragged on, many of these farmers had a large investment in a Vietcong victory. It made sense to them to protect that investment by acting as Vietcong spies. The Vietcong understood the strategic importance of the Central Highlands of Vietnam. The mountain tribesmen of Vietnam were eager to defend their villages, and we organized their men into hamlet defense units. Then we betrayed them. Even five thousand automatic weapons and ammunition, distibuted to the defenders of these villages, would have made an enormous impact on the balance of power in the highlands. The Vietcong would have been hard pressed to get supplies from these people, or use them as slave laborers. Instead, we forced them to defend their villages with single shot squirrel guns, and they had to sell their livestock, which they needed to feed their families, in order to buy their own ammunition from our corrupt Vietnamese allies. Despite these hardships, many of them squandered their own lives to save thousands of young Americans from Vietcong mines. Click here, to visit America's most loyal allies, the Montagnards Click here to read my book proposal, including the first four chapters of "Never Sleep 'til Dawn".>>> Contact me at [EMAIL PROTECTED] ===== Title: Never Sleep 'til Dawn (Manuscript ID: 8733329) Author: Wolfgang May (Membership ID: 9025402) Page 1 of 39 Next > Last >> Never Sleep 'til Dawn Chapter 1: The Tangled Web I had two choices: Leave the army, or go to Vietnam. I stayed, because I was proud to be an officer, and because I believed in our mission in Europe. As part of a mighty NATO army, we were keeping the Soviet Bloc forces at bay, and defending Western Civilization. Then I found out, that our army was tapping the telephone lines of our senators and congressmen. Once a week I reported to a major in the operations section of our division. Normally, he would glance at my transcripts of the security violations in our headquarters, and I would answer his questions about that report. After I extended my tour of duty, and received orders for Vietnam, he wanted to talk. He smiled as he asked me to have a seat next to his desk. "In case I don't have a chance to speak to you before you leave, I just want to tell you that I am very proud of you. A lot of our officers are leaving the army, and sometimes I think our country is tearing itself apart. Students are demonstrating against the draft, and some of them are even desecrating our flag. I wonder, whether any of them can imagine what it is like to live under communism." He glanced briefly at the papers I had brought. "You know, these remind me of my last assignment. I was in charge of a small group of soldiers who were tapping the telephone lines of our senators and congressmen in Washington, D. C." I think my mouth must have dropped open, because he added quickly: "Well, not all of them, my unit was much too small for that, just the ones who had spoken out against the war." The U.S. Army was listening to the private conversations of our legislators! It took a few seconds, before I could continue the conversation: "Isn't that illegal?" His face turned red, and he stared straight ahead, trying to avoid my glance. Perhaps he regretted that he had said too much. When he looked at me again, he replied lamely that, as a good soldier, he had just been following orders. He said his work had made him feel dirty, and he hated that. He was relieved that his tour in Washington was over, and he was hoping never to be put into that kind of situation again. He seemed genuinely confused, and I felt sorry for him, as I watched him struggle with his conscience. How would the information from his wiretaps be used, and who would ultimately get these reports? Was someone trying to exploit the human weaknesses of our elected representatives in order to control their votes? The major had long been haunted by these disturbing questions, which suggested answers that were at odds with beliefs, and with his concept of our system of government. The more he thought about it, the more he had become ashamed. His secret had become a heavy burden, and he thought that he would feel better, if he could share that burden with someone. This was an ominous beginning to my journey. On my way to the Jungle Operations Course in Panama, and again on that long flight from San Francisco to Vietnam, I replayed our conversation in my mind. What sort of America would I be fighting for? In a democracy, the army must submit to the collective wisdom of its freely elected leadership, and has no business in attempting to influence their decisions by blackmail. How long had this wiretapping been going on, and who was behind it? The story sounded like a report from a military dictatorship, and seemed out of place in the land of Thomas Jefferson. Unless the major was lying to me, our democracy was in serious trouble. President Johnson had said that we were going to Vietnam to save democracy. It seemed to me, that we should be more concerned with saving our democracy in America. Nevertheless, I was committed to go to Vietnam. Like the major, I was conditioned to follow orders. I chose to believe that the wiretapping of congress would end when those who were responsible realized that army officers resented being used in this manner. Surely, they must fear that some of these officers would leak this ugly secret to our legislators, and this risk seemed out of proportion to any possible gains from these efforts. Whatever the complexities of the situation in Vietnam, we were fighting to defeat a communist takeover of their government. Communist regimes in the Soviet Union and China had murdered tens of millions of their own citizens, but many of our anti-war activists seemed to believe that the Vietcong were the noble champions of the working class. That foolish pretense seemed even more absurd than President Johnson's speech about a "domino" theory. According to our president, our allies were like dominos, neatly lined up in long rows, standing precariously on their narrow edges. If the Vietnam domino were to fall, it would topple the Cambodian domino, then the Thai domino, and soon all of the countries in Southeast Asia would become communist. Before I left for Vietnam, I participated in a multinational field exercise in Norway, three hundred miles north of the Arctic Circle. This was the military equivalent to participating in the Olympics. I worked with representatives from the best units among our NATO allies, as British commandos, Italian ski troops, and the Norwegian Navy displayed their finely honed military skills, the fruits of many years of intensive training. Our headquarters included Belgian, British, German, and Italian officers, and I was the only American in the intelligence and operations shop. We lived in tents among the stunted pine trees struggling to survive at the edge of the Norwegian tundra. During the long evenings, while the faint rays of the midnight sun illuminated the cold mist descending on our camp, we gathered around our well-stocked bar. Mainly, we talked about world events, and Vietnam was a popular topic. This was an opportunity to pick the brains of some of the brightest minds in the military profession. For a start, I wanted to know what these other NATO officers thought about President Johnson's "domino" speech? Most of the officers believed that the situation was not that simple. The communist nations were not united, and Red China did not completely support their North Vietnamese comrades. Powerful nations have seldom been comfortable with other powerful nations on their borders. If the industrial potential and mineral resources of North Vietnam were combined with the enormous rice production of the South, the Chinese might consider a united Vietnam a dangerous competitor. The Chinese had sent advisors to work with the North Vietnamese army, but they also sabotaged the war effort of their North Vietnamese comrades. Their soldiers hijacked the Russian supply trains crossing their territory, replacing the modern weapons on board with their own worn out and obsolete junk. To avoid these thefts, the Soviets started to move their shipments to Hanoi by boat. Jean Lacouture's new book: "Vietnam: Between Two Truces" had shed additional light on this murky scene. Before the French defeat, Lacouture had served in Vietnam as a staff officer. Now he was a newspaper correspondent. After interviewing leaders on both sides of the conflict, he felt that the Vietcong leaders in the South wanted to maintain an independent South Vietnam. In a united Vietnam, they would have to surrender much of their power. As one of them put it: "We have not been fighting for many years, only to have one dictatorship . . . Continued at site. You must register to get sigte. Om K ----- Copyright � 1999 RoseDog Publishing Inc. and its content providers. All rights reserved. ----- Aloha, He'Ping, Om, Shalom, Salaam. Em Hotep, Peace Be, Omnia Bona Bonis, All My Relations. Adieu, Adios, Aloha. Amen. Roads End Kris DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion and informational exchange list. Proselyzting propagandic screeds are not allowed. Substance�not soapboxing! 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