Captain T came off active duty and into a National Guard brigade-level intelligence section near Dallas. He was a VMI graduate, with a degree in Spanish and a minor in voice, had completed the Army intelligence officer’s course and completed a three-year tour in Germany. His civilian job was with a major beverage company headquartered in the Dallas area.
Captain T
one time mentioned a CIA recruitment talk he received near the end of his
active duty time. Because of his VMI degree and his competence in Spanish, he
was offered a position in Central America with a major U.S. beverage company. In
addition to managing beverage distribution, he would recruit agents and establish
information networks.
“The CIA
told me I would be attached from some Mess Kit Repair Battalion in the Midwest,”
he said. “If anything ever happened to me, the agency could deny everything,
since I belonged to an Army Reserves unit.”
He turned
down the offer, he said, because he would have to spend a year working in a CIA
basement in Washington, D.C., building, sorting through daily intercepts, at a
salary less than that of an Active Duty captain.
“And, I didn’t
want my parents being told I had been killed in a helicopter accident during an
Army Reserves exercise.”
Captain T
did not exactly fit in his first two drill weekends. Another analyst in the
section said, “I don’t think he’s going to work out at all.” I said, “Just give
him a little more time. I think he’ll be okay.”
Around his
third drill weekend, Captain T and I were talking, about Army stuff and Russian
stuff when he said, “I guess I was a bit of an ass my first few drills.”
My thought on
some Army stuff revolves around “Do not lie to an officer.” So I said, “Yes,
Sir, you were.”
Captain T
said (and I am not making this up), “I’ve never worked with NCOs who are as
intelligent as I am, and it took getting used to.”
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