Yahuti: The Man Who Is Not Here with Hands Upon Our Shoulders Whispering in Our Ear

By Gary Brosch

I have stated before that the world is not your friend. Nations have little interest in the United States other than what they may gain from her dead or alive; pick her pockets, or pick her bones, it matters little to rag-picking nations. However, America, your danger has become far more profound than ever before. Your external enemies pale in comparison to the beast that currently is consuming you alive from within.

Your deadliest enemy is to be found within your own borders now. This enemy is multi-faceted, and relentless. It is your own government. Your own government, at all levels, is at war with the American culture, the American economic and military superiority, the American identity, American citizenship, American education literally everything that has made America unique for three hundred years is under assault from within. Unless this trend is immediately rectified, any attempt to protect your country from external enemies will be useless.

What are you prepared to do about that?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 6, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477139882

Gary Brosch

Yahuti is the most realistic and terrifying novel Ive read in years. Gary Brosch provides a chilling window into The Committee where secret agents execute international conspiracy to subvert and manipulate the planets highest levels of business, banking and government. Yahuti is a brilliantly written master work that redefines the definition of thriller. - Paul Evancoe author of Violent Peace

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Foreword by the Editor

Prologue

Chapter 1-Alistair Burton: The Editor

Chapter 2-The Agreement

Chapter 3-Howell’s Opening

Chapter 4-Nui Coto

Chapter 5-Pre-Mission

Chapter 6-Abducted

Chapter 7-American Connection

Chapter 8-The Road To Bali Hai

Chapter 9-Pre-Induction

Chapter 10-Induction: The Committee

Chapter 11-Instrument of The Committee

Book Two

Editor’s Comments

Chapter 12-Nguyen Ba Dinh

Chapter 13-Flower

Chapter 14-Rickman St. Louis, Missouri November 2002

Chapter 15-Escape: First Steps

Chapter 16-The Meeting

Chapter 17-Escape: Second Steps

Chapter 18-Kreschenko

Chapter 19-Crean

Chapter 20-Breakaway: Future Preparations

Epilogue-The Editor

Mallory’s Final Note

Dedication

This book is first dedicated to Joe, who disappeared into the mists,

a shadow with no one to speak for him and no one to care.

It is ultimately dedicated to my family,

who shared Joe with me in the beginning,

and shares him with me still.

Acknowledgements

Colonel David Hackworth took the time to read a portion of this story, and offered his encouragement as well as constructive comments. Cassy Pickard took the time from an extremely busy schedule to read certain portions of the draft, and socratically reoriented them in the proper direction. Most of the men and women who ought to receive acknowledgement here—can not. They provided the impetus behind this story. We may all acknowledge them when we learn the identities behind the black stars in the Central Intelligence Agency lobby, and after we identify all of our uniformed people who never had the option for an Arlington Cemetery burial—or any burial, for that matter.

Alexander P. Kohler has always demonstrated his faith with a firm hand on my shoulder. Tracey and Shelley remember painful experiences yet remain steadfast and loving. Laura Ruse Brosch deftly merged a wife’s enduring and loving support with an intellectual’s insights into a smooth incentive cocktail and served it up daily. She deserves the horseman’s portion of this literary gallop.

Foreword by the Editor

Dead men are among us. Men killed and buried decades ago are at our elbows, living, breathing, watching, and sometimes secretly influencing events. Some wait quietly in shadows. They walk and function, not in the shadows, but in plain sight. These men are neither ghosts nor spirits. They are real, tangible beings—yet they are not. They are here but are unrecognizable to us, or to any who once knew them.

Their former lives and identities were wrenched from them. Their past and present were excised, their futures—foreclosed. Each of these men were separated from their personal, familiar world and placed into a completely alien reality—a reality manufactured specifically for them by others. Their former personas, amputated and howling in despair long ago, tumbled slowly into the black abyss of lost memories, until each disappeared and was replaced by a surrealism. Their future, if any, unknown, unpredictable, and completely out of their hands. These men were given a choice, only one. They could resurrect with their new personas, or die with their old.

These human fabrications were produced solely to be betrayed into an invidious form of bondage. Afterwards, given the option to live alternative existences, or suffer consequences that elevated death to a welcome relief, some chose the former. Others did not. Some of those who chose to live bided their time. How many of these men are there? It is impossible to calculate their number. Who are these men? It is impossible to identify them. Who once were these men? We can never know their former identities. Why are they amongst us? We can never know their purposes or whose interests they are compelled serve. They are here amongst us wraith-like doing as they have been bidden by unseen masters.

Everything about these men—their former identities; the manner in which they were taken; who or what they became; what they have been compelled to do, and for whom; how many there are, where they are and what will ultimately become of them—has been carefully orchestrated and controlled by a collection of invisible individuals and groups. These people represent unbelievably powerful interests that transcend nationality, legality and morality. The men they control are designed to be and are employed as ethereal instruments of these transcendent interests. Their circumstances have been such that none have ever slipped the yoke enslaving them to their unseen masters. This form of servitude has been in place for at least a half century—since the beginning of the Cold War, perhaps longer.

In the rare or extremely unlikely event one of these men might slip his bonds, it would be virtually impossible for him to reclaim his former identity, or revisit any portion of his former life. Safeguards have been established to prevent such servile rebellion. They are of such severity, and are so effective, that the only alternative open to the shadow men is death. That is why there has been no known incident of escape from this form of servitude; nor has there ever been as much as one public disclosure of any aspect of this phalanx of shadow men.

Until now.

One man recently took steps to free himself after thirty years of suffrage as a soldier in this army of living dead. The first and only one of them all. That man is my client. I am his attorney, and more. He was introduced to me as Michael Howell. His original and true identity is revealed in these pages. His current, new identity is unknown to me as of this writing. This man became my client through circumstances related in this narrative. It describes how and under what circumstances this man became known to me, and how and why he became my client.

II

I begin this narrative with the details of our introduction because it is essential to the reader’s understanding of the larger story. His story. The narrative continues with an outline of my client’s experiences exactly as he personally dictated them to me. His reason for making this public statement is clearly articulated in the text. The reader is advised to keenly heed my client’s views on political and social events of the past quarter century. This is essential, regardless of how uncomfortable they may be, and despite any differences of opinion or view with them. Keep foremost in mind that my client’s views were developed from a perspective well outside the understanding of we who have not shared and cannot possibly comprehend his experiences. He is undeniably far better informed on those topics than we are.

I ask the reader whether he or she has ever had the disquieting experience of encountering a perfect stranger whom for some inexplicable but intuitive reason they are sure they recognize, yet know as a certainty that they do not. Has the reader ever momentarily caught the eye of a passerby in a public place, and in that electric moment instantly recognized some subtle trait or characteristic singularly attributable only to another person they once knew?

Has the reader experienced the hair-raising sensation of being silently, intimately observed in a restaurant, theater or some other public place—their privacy invaded—but recognized no one in view? Perhaps a close, familiar person was nearby, but physically not identifiable. Someone whom you knew, and who knew you well, was present—but not really there. In my family circle at quiet gatherings by the fireplace, we once jokingly identified these human shadows as yahuti—the little man who was not there. This is a story of such a person.

III

Renegade elements of governments use the cover of war or military conflict to deliver specially qualified men to interested parties. These men are officially terminated then reanimated for employment as shadow soldiers in an international conflict far more sinister than war itself. The process is accomplished secretly under the guise of honest and official declarations that men are Missing in Action (MIA) then reclassified as killed in action (KIA). Others listed initially as unrecoverable KIAs, had actually been secretly acquired and kept alive. My client is in the latter category.

Some military men officially lost forever to family, friends and country were in reality secretly delivered into bondage and placed under circumstances forever preventing their escape; then employed for specific purposes. As may be inferred by this statement, sometimes these men disappear with the full knowledge and participation of powerful individuals within and outside of the government, and for their own purposes.

I do not claim that these activities have been sanctioned by the United States Government. I do assert with authority that they have been carried out covertly by individuals illegally using their official positions as cover. I do not believe the process is particular to any one government. However, in my client’s case culpable parties were at one time relatively high-level members of the U.S. Government and at least three or more others.

Only a minuscule number of American men classified as MIA or KIA were spirited away in this manner. These were selected well beforehand after a pragmatic determination that their abilities matched someone’s requirements. There is reason to believe that this trade began with the Cold War. During that era, wars were fought and conflicts waged secretly and in remote places, and outside established international protocols. It was a time when competing social and political ideologies were propounded by blocks of aligned nations—each with proponents inside the other’s organizations—each bearing arms against the other through surrogates.

That era is over. However, it left in place powerful ideological residues, and their proponents. Some proponents remain in active service today, deeply embedded within national political and government institutions, not only in America but in most of the world’s major nations. Others left the government while maintaining either business or social contacts with their former institutions. In still other cases, a new political creature developed from the old ideological residue. That particular creature pursues a new, secular and mutated Holy Grail: a unified, well-ordered, completely disciplined and obedient world. A world under one flag; under one government; under one law; under select and exclusive leadership. Their own undisputed leadership.

That particular global ideal has been active for quite some time, for some perhaps even before the Cold War. It was overshadowed for decades by more widely supported, stronger social systems and political ideologies. It surfaced again and began filling the ideological void created at the end of the Cold War. Its strength derives today from the ascendancy of the United Nations organization, and that organization’s components’ attempts to overreach into individual internal national affairs.

The globalist focus gained velocity the moment former colonial countries began suckling at the United Nation communal teat, while forsaking their own internal potential—and domestic responsibilities—all the while eschewing their former colonial masters. These countries constitute the so-called voting majority of the United Nations, and control many of its policy mechanisms today. The vote counting religion of the so-called democratic processes have been turned against the less pliant, larger, more developed United Nations membership by the dozens of teeming, autocratic former colonies. They are voting themselves into positions of influence and policy, and compelling the larger nations to subsidize their nonsense. These countries are underpinned and encouraged by several larger, older and modern European nations quietly following their own agendas. One needs only to view the current Chair, and members, of the current United Nations humanitarian organization to quickly take this point.

From a very pragmatic point of view, the more global power assumed by the United Nations, the less power would be exercised by larger more productive, wealthy members. United Nations dependent states see it as a global mechanism to siphon the power and wealth from its larger members, and redistribute the same to the larger number of less energetic dependent states. Redistribution of the world’s wealth and resources is an extremely powerful motive to denigrate individual national sovereignties, and promote the overarching sovereignty of the United Nations. Equally appealing, if not more so, is the gradual but measurable forfeiture of sovereignty by members to the United Nations organization.

The entire United Nations environment and its expanding policy relationships with member nations provides a stellar opportunity for secret, invisible groups of power seekers to assume control of national and United Nations policy mechanisms, and funnel power unto themselves. Elements in America and certain other countries made this determination years ago—perhaps at the inception of the current United Nations organization.

These groups of like-minded power seekers saw the United Nations as one day becoming very powerful in a role expanded far beyond its original Charter. They suspected that as more and more former colonies became members they would ultimately democratically gain control of all United Nations policy mechanisms—except the five member permanent Security Counsel. These people determined that they needed to be prepared for the time when the United Nations became as powerful as it might, and employ that organization and its membership dynamics as a means to centralize global economic, military and political power. And assure their own ascendancy.

In the beginning these zealots adhered to a form of globalism that did not fit the definition of the term as it is employed today. The group simply wanted to consolidate as much national and international power as possible into a single structure—then forever control that structure. There was nothing altruistic or noble in their goals. They simply wanted the power, and all accessories that go along with it. This group of power-seeking luminaries formed an international intellectual strata linked among several countries. They were professionals—primarily in government, politics, business and the information industries.

There was no conspiracy in the beginning. Not in the traditional sense of the word. There was a gradual articulation of values that defined a world view appealing to a growing number of up and coming professionals. At some point, the group began taking itself very seriously. Certain among them decided to explore options beyond the point of social discussion and argument.

The group began to coalesce, in twos and tens, meeting mainly while functioning as members of their respective professions. They gravitated toward each other. It was not long before many began meeting socially; then vacationed together. A discernable world view developed among them. That view guided their professional performance. Not long afterward, these pilgrims of the new world order began identifying themselves as a discrete group. Limited goals were established. Next followed a loosely knit but coherent plan. All that was needed at that point was to form a small group to coordinate their activities—and tools to perform the work.

From what I have been able to discern, the coordinating group was formed sometime in the mid-1960s. It was referred to as ‘The Committee." That is all. Nothing more. The Committee. The Committee’s first and most important function was to act as the coordinating mechanism for all of the members—regardless of nationality and profession. I believe that, at least initially, there were no more than ten members of the Committee. Committee membership terms were for three years with new members elected every other year. I believe the Committee maintained a permanent or semi-permanent Chairman, seated after a separate nominative process.

What the organization lacked at this point was—tools. Tools to secretly or invisibly do the bidding of the coordinating Committee. Humans were the best tools. Skilled humans. Skill requirements were matched to the actual Committee requirement, and men were ‘acquired’ to perform specialized tasks. Tasks were to be conducted in accordance with a specific set of goals developed by the Committee for the group-at-large; and approved by them.

One of the most highly and best-educated group of professionals anywhere in the world—was the American military officer corps. Happily, this was perhaps the most disciplined group of professionals on the planet, as well. However, the question was—How to ‘acquire’ specially trained and educated military men? Men with just the right credentials to be employed towards a Committee goal, or goals? And how to assure they acted willingly in accordance to Committee directives.

Fortunately, the Cold War had been in progress for decades and American military men were stationed all over the world. They were available—even if they were not willing. Officers could be kidnapped. They could disappear in training accidents. They might disappear while on vacation. They could be said to have defected. Best of all, American officers could be "Captured’, or Killed in Action, or Missing in Action in any one of the scores of nasty little surrogate conflicts over the last half of the last century. There would be little if any scrutiny of the circumstances because most of what happened militarily around the world during that era was kept ‘Classified’. In other words, Officers’ disappearances or deaths could be shrouded in secrecy—forever if necessary.

The Vietnam War was the mother lode for Committee ‘recruiters’. The Committee actively began to match individual American military officers with specific requirements sometime around the 1968-1969 time frame. That was when active ‘acquisition’ of Americans began in earnest.

Committee members and the larger body of adherents were responsible then for the fates of the shadow men represented by my client. They remain responsible today. The rub is that many of them came far professionally during and after the Cold War. Some are familiar prominent public and private figures today. They no longer have the cover of the Cold War to mask their activities. They are rightfully uneasy that they could be exposed without that cover.

It is impossible to determine how many American men were delivered unto absorbed, utilized and ultimately destroyed by this invisible system (for lack of a better term). It is even more difficult to determine how they were selected, delivered and used. My client is one of those men. He was delivered into the Committee system unwittingly and unwillingly through means that are beyond despicable.

IV

This narrative is my client’s story—or at least the beginning of it. When he completes this story and makes it public he will become the Committee’s worst nightmare. He can and he will expose as many of these people as he is able; he is in possession of the means to do so at this moment. Powerful stakes are dependent upon the maintenance of body of myths and truisms surrounding my client and other shadow men. Much time, effort and money were and are expended to suppress the truth about them. Those interests have existed for decades, they exist today. The evil people who protect those interests remain both vigilant and unforgiving of any attempt to infringe upon them.

Many of these people today either control or have access to machinery in government and industry of such power as to be able to secretly create quasi-nations, shadow governments, entire false economies, social and political turmoil and conflicts. The are experienced in such things. Their powers to sanction—negatively or positively—are virtually unlimited, and remain invisible. One of their most effective tools today is the same as yesterday’s: Men. Shadow men. Men who do not exist.

My client is one of those shadow men. Of major significance is the fact that much of the information contained in the following pages came to me by personal interview with him. Why is his information so significant? Simply because he is one of an unknown number of Americans who ‘officially’ went missing or were listed as killed during the Vietnam era; but remained alive and held incognito. That means his official record was closed and he legally became a nonentity long ago.

V

Much credible information supports the notion that many American POW/MIAs of the Vietnam War were abandoned by their government long before as well as after the Paris Peace Accords in 1973. Since then the official government position has been that there were no living Americans left in Southeast Asia—who did not wish to remain of their own accord.¹

That caveat has profound meaning for my client’s story.

This notion and the facts surrounding that caveat have been the focus of much controversy during the past quarter century (longer in some cases). Claims were made that shadow, or rogue, elements of various government agencies abandoned hundreds of Americans in Southeast Asia for purely mercenary, or commercial, reasons. Whatever position the reader may take upon this topic, it is a fact that, with one major exception, there has never been a living POW/MIA come out from that region since the 1973 Peace Accords were signed.

The one exception is former Marine Bobby Garwood. He was released by the Vietnamese (under duress), immediately branded a traitor, Courts Martialed, threatened and intimidated by others in government and left in ruin and disrepute for the remainder of his life. Thus, the immense amount of first-hand information he possesses about the existence of living American POW/MIAs after the war was never chronicled officially, and completely and totally discredited publicly because of his official status as a dishonorably discharged deserter.²

My client’s circumstances are more unimaginable than the notion that American POW/MIAs were deliberately abandoned for political and mercenary reasons. That notion is neither new nor difficult to believe given recorded history on the topic. During its post-colonial war with France, Vietnam and its communist leadership adopted a policy of withholding as captives certain POW/MIAs referred to by them as "Pearls’—men who might be sold back to France for great sums after peace agreements were in place. This policy was successful to a certain degree, and some of France’s finest regained their freedom in this fashion. However, many other French POWs languished in Vietnamese prison camps for years—some even being noted in North Vietnam during the American war. But, these men were holdovers from another era.³

Later, during the American Vietnam War the larger Cold War was in full swing. Warfare entered a new technological era. Certain countries developed an intense interest in technologically capable Americans being taken prisoner by the North Vietnamese.

Essentially, China and the Soviet Union provided North Vietnam with ‘shopping lists’ enumerating the type of American technical expertise they required for their own purposes. Americans with those qualifications captured in Vietnam were literally freight-forwarded out of Vietnam into those countries. These Americans were known to be referred to as ‘special Talents’ (ST) by the communists. An elaborate and extensive separate handling system was installed to process them through North Vietnam to their final destinations.⁴ A new and sordid level of infamy thus developed in handling captured military men—POWs as commodities. Of course, the Vietnamese communists continued maintaining some men as "Pearls’ in the hope that they would be purchased back by the United States after the war.

This is doubtless why there are still over 2000 missing Americans (MIAs) in Southeast Asia—and only God and the communists know how many more men who were finally classified as dead by the American bureaucracy, or Killed in Action (KIA), were actually left alive under hellish conditions in that place. Of course, although this process was widely recognized within the US Intelligence Community, it became a rigid national policy to deny that these transshipments of American military men were taking place.⁵

In fact, in later years POW/MIA activities in congress and in the Intelligence Community were conducted not for the purpose of identifying living Americans remaining in captivity; rather, these activities were almost universally conducted to debunk any proof that there were still Breathers’ left in captivity. With the full knowledge that men were left behind after the Vietnam conflict, latter day POW/MIA searches have assumed the characteristics of Bone picking."

The absolute worst that might occur today, now that the United States and Vietnam are working together to discover and identify American ‘remains,’ would be the sudden appearance of a Breather. A live American returnee abandoned decades ago would be impossible to explain. As mentioned earlier, powerful interests are vested in maintaining the myth that no live Americans remain in Southeast Asia other than who chose to remain.

My client’s appearance puts the lie to that contention. But of greater significance is his ability to attest to the existence of a truly sinister system that purposely delivered him and who knows how many others into the hands of men with interests larger then the Vietnam War.

That is only the beginning of the significant differences between my client’s case and others left behind. If the POW/MIA issue was not horrific enough as it was (and still is) being experienced by captured Americans; it is almost too odious to believe that my client came into his enemies’ possession as a contrivance. He was actually offered up to his country’s enemies, purposely, by certain individuals within his own government representing their own interests as well as the interests of others. In my client’s case, a position on someone’s shopping list was filled by his own countrymen.

VI

My client’s legal death was manufactured in America and consummated in Europe at almost the precise moment he was entering Laos—a half a world away. He was being sent into bondage under the auspices of an approved clandestine intelligence operation. His captors, waiting for him on the ground, were fully aware of the time, place and purpose of his arrival. He was delivered on time, taken and used for over a quarter century as an instrument for purposes that the reader will soon realize, stagger the imagination.

Please understand. My client intends to be recorded as the only living American held under his particular circumstances known to have reemerged from that living death—so far as can be determined. As such, he is anathema to those persons who years ago sent him into his particular purgatory. Others persons will be exposed as liars at best; as co-conspirators at worst. My client identified those persons responsible for his own circumstances, and he intends to confront them. Thus, he quite possibly might become the single most feared and wanted man in the world; not publicly as is Ossama Bin Laden, but quietly and in closed circles. This is not because of what he has done while under bondage—and there has been much—but because of what and whom he knows; and for whom he has labored these many years.

My client took precautions to safeguard himself and certain of those in his immediate company. At this writing he is extracting himself from a remote relatively safe and privileged alternative life, albeit still under bondage. He is placing himself in extreme jeopardy for reasons he will make known in his own time and in his own way.⁶

I will explain in these pages when and how this information came directly to me. First, let me say that upon learning of the incidents enumerated here I was at first incredulous; as incredulous as I expect you will soon become. Later, as I validated my client’s claims one after the other, I was forced to reassess the world I occupy. It really is not as it appears. The world is a far better place for some than for others. We Americans are probably the most fortunate of all. That is because we are different; because we still allow rewards for individual effort, and function within our own national structure.

I am not at all certain that this will always be the case. In fact, I now know that our personal and national individuality is under attack, and our institutions are being purposely eroded by forces we do not even know exist. This thesis is at the center of my client’s narrative. The personal experiences he describes in these pages are disturbing, and often almost too difficult to credit—given what we think we know of our country and our world. However, these are overshadowed by his central theme: Be ready, reader. Be ready to soon face a reality you will not understand and may not be willing to bear.

After exhaustive personal evaluations and several upsetting personal interviews, I no longer question my client’s veracity and absolute truthfulness. While in the process of representing my client, I dedicated the time and effort required to protect myself and my family from the upheaval I feel certain is in our near future. You would be advised to do likewise.

Alistair Burton

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

October 2002

Prologue

It has been said that nations squander the best of their youth on the political bickering of old men, turned to war. The continuum of history, if history is a continuum, is replete with examples of this truism. Great stretches of the earth are nourished by the blood of millions of warriors, as well as innocents caught in their crossfire—all sacrificed to the whim and pique of petulant old men. So has it been. So will it always be. As a species, we grieve for our fallen—but learn nothing from their sacrifice. We seem always to have been unable to either alter or control our aggressiveness. So we create martyrs to our folly and grieve for them.

But, grief is spent only on the dead. They are absent reminders of what might have been. The maimed remain with us as reminders of what has been, living monuments to our folly, and become burdensome. The dead recede slowly into the darkening recesses of memory, often depositing a soft and sometimes sweet residue upon the soul. The maimed remain with us adding age to their infirmities, visible degenerative reminders of our failures, and trouble our conscience.

What of the others? Those whose old men’s wars neither killed nor maimed—but consigned to nothingness? The ones that are neither here, nor there, nor anywhere. We erect monuments to the dead. The maimed are monuments in and of themselves. What is done for those who simply disappeared? The missing. The missing marched off with others into the swirl and maelstrom of battle, and disappear. There are no medals for them. No parades. No bands. Grief for the invisible dead and discomfort from the visible maimed rob the unseen missing of any true value or effect, except for their families and friends; and these ultimately lose heart and become solemnly dispirited. They are left with their particular brand of anger, angst, hatred, remorse and grief, without closure.

Again. What of the missing? Where are they? What became of them? Surely, some were atomized by the engines of war. Others were killed out of sight of comrades, or wounded and crept away to die, alone and unnoted, in some obscure spot. Some were taken captive and died from either abuse or neglect, and were buried in secret places away from the prying eyes of the future. Still others were taken and kept alive—either temporarily for expedient purposes, or hidden away for longer periods and more complex purposes.

Most importantly about the missing—there is no accountability for them, regardless of their fates; they are important only to their families, until their memories blur with passing years. If the dead and the maimed are by-products of old men’s wars, the missing are their ghosts, and they hover over our national conscience much like the fecal haze smothering Mexico City.

II

Since World War II, almost ninety-thousand American men have gone missing while in uniform. There are no monuments to them. They are gone, and all but forgotten.

But are they?

Certainly not!

Some were taken because of their unusual skills and education or experiences, and hidden away forever in secret places in order that their captors might acquire their expertise. Others were taken for more frightening reasons: They were of interests to geneticists or pathologists from nations recognizing no moral or legal limits on a state’s power over humans.

It is probably safe to assume that most American men missing from 20th century wars were either killed outrightly or died in captivity without their country’s knowledge. Only a small number, a really small number, were purposely kept by their captors who never intended to announce they held certain men in captivity. Thus, those men were classified as Missing In Action, MIAs, by their own nations. Some men initially classified as MIA would ultimately become administratively reclassified as Killed In Action, KIA; and their bodies were never recovered. They simply disappeared.

Certain men in this latter group were adept in, among other skills, some of the most arcane intelligence and clandestine operational disciplines of the past century. They were very dangerous men—regardless of to whom they maintained allegiance. These men, rendered invisible by the artifice of ‘official’ death or disappearance, with their physical countenance completely altered by cosmetic surgery, and their unflinching allegiance secured by unbreakable bonds, might constitute a silent and invisible legion capable of producing mayhem for their masters. They are missing no longer; nor have they ever been.

Two generations of these men were hand-selected during the Cold War period. They were abducted then inducted, some willingly others not, into a small sect of ‘resources’ employed over decades by groups of like-minded powerful people whose sole purpose is domination. I know. I have been one of them for over thirty years. And you had no idea I existed. Did you?

III

It is important that readers understand with crystal clarity that much industry is being secretly applied to modify your lives—even to radically alter them. If you are an African Bushman, you should have little concern. What have you to gain or lose? But, if you are a citizen of a developed country—especially America—and are content with the way you live, you are advised to brace yourself for a forthcoming series of nasty shocks. I and others like me have been preparing the way for the end of your way of life—not for ourselves, we are merely instruments—but for others whose identity might shock you.

I am no longer a member of the group. I fled. It required thirty years to make my escape. Today I am a fugitive. I seek anonymity and security in obscurity; much as I have been taught and have practiced for thirty years. We shall see whether or not I succeed. I believe I will. But, there is little you can do for yourselves. Your world is changing in ways you do not yet understand, and will certainly not much like when you do. You cannot flee. I and my unseen colleagues have simply just been too good at what we do. Subversion. Subversion on a global scale.

There have been others like me; there probably still are. I was delivered to my masters over thirty years ago because I was an American—with skills. Although I have performed others’ bidding around the world, my principal focus has always been upon America. Others, I assume, have been focused elsewhere. Although never succinctly explained to me, it became obvious early on that my efforts were to focus upon subverting American political institutions and others that underpin those institutions. The purpose has always been to weaken those processes that made your country unique and strong internally and externally. America is the principal target for the group that controlled me. As an American, you may not be aware of it, but the world is not your friend; and there are those out there that intend to place you at their feet. They are succeeding. This is not the place to detail their efforts, or their successes. Suffice it to say that you and your way of life are under siege, and you are far along the path to forfeiting your birthrights.

I was a shadow warrior; one of a total number unknown even to me. You and your countries buried us long ago. In my case, I was made to disappear during the Vietnam War. Others came before me. Others came afterward. We were resurrected in completely new identities and sworn to the destruction of the world that betrayed us. Once you numbered us among legitimate MIAs or KIAs. Your wars have always provided a rich source of special talent not to be found elsewhere, and readily available to those with the will and the abilities to acquire those talents. You were wrong about some of us disappearing into the storm of war; duped into believing what you were too willing to forget. We have been here all along—among you—against you.

I give you this story as a final chance for your own redemption. Take it and do with it what you will, or not. One way or the other, it matters not to me.

I am free.

DM

Chapter 1

Alistair Burton: The Editor

My name is Alistair Burton. I am an attorney. I was recently retained by a client whose private interests I now manage. One of my responsibilities is to bring certain activities of his life before the public. These portray a life story that I believe will discomfort you.

Inasmuch as possible, I personally confirmed many events he relates in this memoir; at least sufficiently for me to agree to accept his commission. I agreed to do so with some trepidation. I initially hesitated because there is no governing body of law, civil or criminal, within American or any other national or international jurisprudence to which I may appeal in the event of conflict. Also, with representation of this client comes the very high probability of personal sanctions against me and my family, as well as of him and his former family and friends. Thus, as you may assume, there are very compelling reasons behind my acceptance of this commission.

I have secreted all source materials in a secure archive whose location is known only to me. They are now and will remain inaccessible to any person or group—public or private—until my client authorizes their release; or until twenty-five years after his death, whichever occurs first. This is the first installment of his memoir. Until public release of the remainder, you the reader, may take this narrative at face value, or not—as you choose. I offer it here in this initial installation for your inspection reluctantly and only under obligation to my client. If left to my own discretion I should have destroyed every trace of this story. However, my client deems it in his best interest that it be made public now, in this fashion and in his own words.

II

This is an account of a life, or perhaps I should say—of an ‘after-life’, of a former American military officer. He was confirmed by the U.S. Army as being accidentally killed in Line of Duty in 1969. He contacted me recently through unique means of his own. He personally related to me this account of his life and activities over the past thirty years. We sat together in a remote place before the Christmas holidays of 2001, and he narrated this story. He is not dead—at least not physically dead—although his nation, his family and the United States Army buried him thirty years ago. Subsequent to that interview, I personally verified his actual identity. Having accomplished that, I have no legal reservations about believing the events he describes, and none in making them public.

My client chose me to act on his behalf for his own reasons and by methods still unknown to me. He elects to keep his identity and his whereabouts entirely secret. His reasons will become obvious within these pages; you will soon appreciate why he has chosen this path. My client controls our relationship. I am the passive partner, reactive to his stimuli. I have no way of knowing where he is, what new identity he has assumed, or when or how he will next contact me. However, I do maintain an unwavering faith in this man’s ability to monitor and evaluate my activities on his behalf, however remotely. I begin this narrative with an explanation to the reader as to how it was that I became involved with this client. I think it is imperative to an understanding as to why his story is being made public—especially by me.

There are many extraordinary facets to this story. Any would have insured my ready commitment to my client. That is because most are personally and professionally odious to me. My client was placed under circumstances surpassing criminality. They are heinous. He seeks no legal redress—there is none available to him. The one particular aspect of his story that ultimately convinced me to accept this commission was the cynical and deliberate decisions by persons in positions of official power and authority long ago, willfully and secretly abusing their positions, to steal his life and dismember his family. Their actions were and remain reprehensible. Yet there is a larger, more sinister aspect to them as well—one that goes far beyond the modern definition of treason.

Though these persons were (and some remain) in positions of power within the United States their actions were performed in concert with others embedded in foreign governments for the express purpose of subverting and destabilizing pluralistic institutions everywhere on this planet. I realize that this comment may appear incredible and histrionic on its face. However, the reader would be advised to reserve judgment until after absorbing the contents of this narrative.

More upsetting is the very high probability that my client was not the only victim of these activities. He is no doubt only one of a number of others who have not yet come forward—if they are still alive. I have no doubt that claims such as my client’s are so incredible that, once brought to the public eye, they will rightfully be met with immediate and intense public and official skepticism and criticism.

It is neither my purpose nor my duty to validate my client’s claims in this narrative nor to assure their acceptance. My client engages others for those purposes. My purpose is simply to relate to the reader facts and events he provided to me—and to which I personally ascribe absolute truth and credibility. The reader should understand that I am under obligation to do so.

It is obvious to me that the men responsible for these acts towards my client have for their secrecy and security relied for their obscurity in large part upon the anesthetizing effects of social and political events over the past thirty years. They appear to have been correct in this method. Correct, at least until the events of September 11th, 2001. Those were the actions of one of their surrogate groups.

September 11th, 2001 initiated the galvanization of the United States and much of the world in a crusade against terrorism in all its forms; although (as anticipated) domestic and international politics today are diluting that galvanization. Those events were the catalyst for my client to extricate himself from his bondage, although it was an action he planned much earlier. He claims that inducement and encouragement of state sponsored terrorism is one of many devices employed by the group that controls him; and despite all the actions he has been compelled to take on their behalf, he does not wish to be associated with that form of crime.

There is more.

My client is convinced that our nation—America (he no longer considers himself a citizen for reasons he explains in great detail in his narrative)—no longer has the political or moral courage to confront the challenges before it in the 21st century. He feels America and Americans have disarmed themselves by subverting the culture and values that underpinned the country for its first 200 years. Many of its internal political processes have become radicalized, and have caused polarization and dysfunction in the essential mechanics of government. Party politics, always in the forefront of American political processes, have (he says) now become solely a mechanism for nihilistic power seekers. The well-being of our nation is secondary, and our sovereignty, national wealth and security have become simply items of barter for the new age politician.

My client should know. If not, he should at least have a clearer perspective than either you or I. That is because for the past thirty years he has been one of the subtle (and invisible) implements of those who have made it their business to reduce all nations to docile equals under a single dictatorial global authority. He notes that the nations of Europe Have fallen nicely in line with the new world view.

But, he warns with a chilling smile. Guess who is number one on the hit list, counselor. America. America is the biggest prize of all, he claims. And it is constantly under assault internally and externally.

"Your people are too dense; too self-indulgent; too fragmented into special groups to begin to appreciate that your larger national end is at hand. You are pissing it all away, and your own leaders are flushing the toilet. You have disarmed yourselves; trivialized and devalued probably the best social system devised by man. I’ve watched your America from a unique vantage point for more than a quarter of a century. I am amazed at my own conclusion that America is far too good for what passes today as Americans.

In truth, I could care less about America and Americans. In fact, I couldn’t care less about the entire remainder of the world. You are all feckless sheep, without the intelligence to sense your own impending slaughter, or the courage to do anything about it if you could. All I want is for me and mine to live free—and well—in the years I have remaining. After that—the hell with you all.

I offer the reader these comments from my client so that there is no misunderstanding of his orientation or motive. I thought it necessary for the reader to learn this in his own words before I introduced him. Throughout this narrative, in deed throughout our relationship, my client’s comments and views sometimes stunned me into silence. That he maintains deep and profound feelings about his views is one thing. How he came to develop and sustain those views is a different thing altogether—and the most unsettling for me.

His name is, or was, Captain Douglas Mallory. When I met him my client’s name was Michael Howell—and had recently been changed from an earlier name in succession with earlier changes. I do not know what name he uses at this moment.

III

Howell’s Approach

I was indirectly approached by my client in November 2001. My wife, Laura, and I were preparing for our family’s annual Thanksgiving Day assembly at our home. On Wednesday, the 21st of November 2001, I was in my Pittsburgh office cleaning up last minute details on a case I would take to trial after the holidays (my practice specializes in estate planning and domestic law). I was at my desk when the interoffice communications buzzer sounded. I was startled because I knew that my secretary had already departed for home and her own extended Thanksgiving holiday. I thought I was alone. The buzzer sounded again and I pushed the button on my intercom to respond, but there was no answer. I immediately went to the outer office to confront whoever was there. I was surprised to find it empty.

With the exception of the briefcase.

It was a new Ghurka legal attaché. One of those expensive combinations of brown leather and light canvas duck that generates character by soiling genteelly, and never will wear out. It was laying flat upon my secretary’s desk exactly in the center. A business card was placed upon it. My eyes went from the desk to the door. I visually searched the office. I satisfied myself that I was, indeed, alone. For a moment, just a fleeting moment, I felt a subtle surge of that emotion that is one part fear, two parts excitement, and the thought swept quickly through my mind that I had been delivered some stylish form of letter bomb. In hindsight it might have been more merciful if that had, in fact, been the case.

The business card was inscribed with a single name set squarely in the center: Denise Chang. Inside the Ghurka was a small packet of papers approximately three quarters of an inch thick. They were wrapped in what appeared to be butchers’ paper and encircled tightly with a plain back ribbon a half inch in width. Atop the packet of papers and under the ribbon was a white envelope of the type used to mail 8½ by 11 inch correspondence. I hesitated for a moment and reached for the envelope.

At that moment I was startled by the phone, and for a second or two I was lost between answering the phone and curiosity about the Ghurka and its contents. I answered the phone. It was Laura summoning me to make haste in getting home. I returned the contents to the attaché, grabbed my overcoat, briefcase and the attaché, and started out the door for the family holiday. At home I deposited the attaché and my briefcase in my study, and promptly put them both out of my mind. Neither came to my attention again until the 24th, the Saturday after Thanksgiving.

My precocious granddaughter, a high school senior, enjoyed relaxing in my home office. She and I often sought refuge there when the house thumped and creaked with family overflow. She was going to be the next attorney in the family, and we often huddled in my office discussing how to make that happen. She spotted the Ghurka on my desk and wanted to know where she could purchase a similar item for her father, a practicing attorney in Cambria County, Pennsylvania.

This brought the attaché back to my attention, again peaking my curiosity. I absent-mindedly muttered something about its having been delivered by a client, and that I was sure we could find an outlet for Ghurka products either in Pittsburgh or Philadelphia. Remembering the wrapped packet within the Ghurka, I made a mental note to examine the contents that evening after my wife and I had the house to ourselves again.

That evening, when the house was empty and after Laura trod wearily off to bed, I took up the attaché and retrieved the contents. The envelope contained a handwritten letter from Miss Chang. It was written upon plain white bond paper, with neither letterhead nor watermark, a fact I considered very unusual. Essentially, the letter introduced Miss Chang as a barrister practicing banking law in the former British Crown Colony of Hong Kong. She was commissioned to manage the overseas aspects of the estate of an American living abroad.

Her client was born in Pennsylvania, as were his heirs and assigns. He lived abroad. They resided in the Commonwealth. She required an American attorney with an established family and estate law practice in Pennsylvania to assist her in servicing her client’s legal requirements. Undisclosed parties referred me to her as a candidate.

The letter contained some further background information but was embarrassed of particulars and related facts. These, the letter said, would be provided personally by the client should I agree to accept the account. The client’s health and physical condition kept him from travel. He was spending his last days as an invalid at his home in southern Italy. The client’s health was in rapid decline, so it was necessary to settle his estate as expeditiously as possible. Would I consider traveling without obligation first class to Rome, thence to the island of Ischia off the coast of Naples for a meeting with the client?

My wife would be welcome to accompany me to Italy during the initial consultation. There would, of course, be no expense to me. Miss Change was certain I would find the fee to be very agreeable. She provided a contact phone number in Zurich, Switzerland. There was an international telephone calling card among the Ghurka’s contents. Would I please use the card to call and confirm or decline the invitation? Could I make the call at any time convenient to me on or before the 30th of November 2001? Should I accept the invitation, travel and other requirements would be arranged during the call. I should be prepared for the trip no later than Tuesday, the 7th of December. Time was of the essence owing to the client’s failing health. I could plan to be back in Pittsburgh with ample time to prepare for the Christmas holidays.

The packet contained copies of what appeared to be the last will and testament of an American expatriate who had acquired a considerable estate during his lifetime. Several international bank accounts were noted (but with no account data). There was also a general summary of investments in the US, a number of foreign stock accounts, a summary of very extensive commercial real estate holdings, and four private residences as well as significant other chattels. No particulars were provided on any part of the client’s estate, only general but impressive summaries. I was not surprised by this because detailed and particular data of that sort are not generally divulged, at least until an attorney/client relationship was established. However, enough information was present to titillate my lawyer’s fancy.

I showed the letter to Laura next morning and we discussed the offer. We decided to at least make the telephone call, and learn the particulars. I was inclined to accept the commission unless there was some very clear reason why I should not. It is not very often one gets a paid Christmas shopping vacation to Italy in the company of his wife. It all sounded a little adventurous and too good to be true, although I knew that going abroad to discuss the business interests or even the estates of ex-patriot Americans was not as unusual as it might appear at first glance. I represented a number of similar interests during my career; so, I felt no sense of the unusual in this case. Just good luck.

The situation assumed an unusual aura when I made the call to Miss Chang. I used the calling card and dialed the provided international number. I called from my office the following Monday, the 27th of November. My curiosity peaked over the weekend. As I dialed the number, I visualized Laura and me taking the volcanic mud baths on Ischia and sipping Tuscan wine over a Neapolitan mista mare. We would relax amidst the old world opulence of the Excelsior Hotel perched high upon the mantle of that ancient island spa of the Caesars.

A young man with an unusual accent answered the call. I identified myself and asked for Miss Chang. He asked me to hold while I was being connected. There was a pause, and the unmistakable sound of circuits being switched.

The woman with whom I ultimately connected greeted me cordially and in a cultured British accent. She thanked me for returning her call and informed me that her client was most anxious to settle his affairs. He was becoming moreso at each passing day. His health was in rapid decline. Could I be prepared to travel on Tuesday, the 7th of December, with my wife if I chose? Could I be prepared to spend at least a week abroad with the client, should we come to agreement?

I do not understand to this day what compelled me, but I agreed impulsively, accepting on behalf of my wife and myself. What the hell! The woman was quite pleased. She suggested that the client would be very pleased as well. She would communicate my decision to him directly after she and I finished our initial coordination. I would receive a more detailed client package and contract agreement via overnight mail. Would I please insure that the terms were agreeable? The agreement need not be signed at this time, but she asked that I sign an acknowledgement of receipt. I agreed. I said I would immediately begin making travel arrangements and for lodgings in Rome. I was impressed to learn that it would not be necessary for me to trouble myself with such details. Would it be convenient for my wife and me to be collected at our home by private transportation mid-morning on Tuesday the 7th?

Surprised—and pleasantly so, I told the woman that it would be very convenient. In which particular account, business or private, did I wish to receive my retainer? The client insisted upon forwarding a retainer though we had not yet come to agreement. It is simply his nature, Miss Chang noted. I designated my business account. Chang said the retainer would be transferred into my account by first business next morning.

It did not occur to me at the time to question how and why the woman was familiar with my business account, and the means of transferring funds to it. Nor did it occur to me that we had not yet discussed the matter of retainer and fees. I was too taken up with the moment. Miss Chang told me to use the international number to contact her if any last minute coordination or changes were required prior to my travel. Otherwise, she looked forward to meeting me upon my arrival.

The remainder of the week was available to rearrange my business calendar to accommodate the trip. My secretary and I found little trouble in that matter, it being so near the Christmas and New Year’s holidays. As she was making the necessary telephone calls, I phoned Laura and explained my conversation with Chang. I alerted her to be prepared to travel abroad for a week, in a week. She was delighted. She was happy to seize the opportunity to do some Christmas shopping in Europe, especially at someone else’s expense. Laura hinted about how romantic a week in Italy might be. We would celebrate that night at dinner.

Celebrate we did. We mischievously added a note of mystery about our travel when we notified the children that we would unexpectedly be gone for a week in Europe. It was for Laura and me a welcomed unexpected holiday. We decided to make a second honeymoon of the trip, especially since we would be in Europe during our wedding anniversary. In addition, the notion of doing some Christmas shopping in the Old World added a touch of exotica to our preparations.

We became festive and made a pleasure of the normally bothersome packing process. Working as a team, as always, Laura set off downtown