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FRANK TRACY





A STORY THAT NEVER BEFOR COULD BE TOLD



INTRODUCTION



I wrote a book entitled “Now They Have Drones”. In that book I described several missions that I went on for our nation. I saved this story to share alone because it was so very different, somewhat frightening, and so confusing.























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I was in my office when I received a call from my contact at the White House. We exchanged pleasantries and I was then asked if I could come to Washington for a meeting. This was a normal circumstance, so I agreed, and a time and flight were arranged. I was to be met and picked up at Washington National Airport two days later and from there I would be taken to where the meeting was to take place. We had done this several times before.

I arrived at Washington National Airport and was met by a gentleman I had never seen before, but this was not unusual. Strangely however as we were coming down the concourse to the arrival area I had a strange feeling. It was as if someone was watching me. However, I quickly shrugged it off and continued my way. I was taken to a hotel in Arlington that we had used a few times before. We went directly to a room where I was met by a gentleman I knew from other assignments. I was introduced to three other gentlemen. And then we got down to business.

There was a large screen in front of us and the gentleman from the White House began to show us pictures of what we were all here for. The first picture on the screen was the face of a man. The first thought I had was, the hate that he had in his eyes. I have always looked at a man’s eyes when I first meet him, somehow it tells me a lot about him. This man had hate in his eyes.

Well call the man from the White House Fred. Fred told us that this man, let’s call him Assad, was the head of a large terrorist organization called The Islamic Brotherhood. They had, thru contacts and informants gotten information that Assad was planning a large attack in London and New York City simultaneously. Fred continued, “I am at this point putting together a team that will be able to stop Assad and his organization. We will be joined shortly by a small group of people from London that we will be working with on this assignment. As some of you here know, we have always tried our best to keep the number of people involved down to a few. This is for our protection and for secrecy. Due to the extent of this operation, London and New York, there will be a few more people than usual. Both the U. S. and British Governments have promised to keep the number down as much as possible, but at the same time get what we need. I hope that I have made myself clear on this, and I hope that everyone here will agree to work and get along with our British counterparts. Does anyone here have anything or any problem with what I have said”? Fred looked around the room at each one of us, and we all agreed that we had no problem at all. “Great” he said. “While we are waiting, let’s go over some of the information that we have”.

Fred asked a man we will call Adam, to come up and explain some of the details about Assad. Adam began by telling us that Assad was Iranian, His father had been the head of a group that had often expressed their hatred towards Westerners. He had been in the Iranian Army and was well trained in small weapons, explosives and self-defense. He had worked his way up to the rank of Colonel and as far as we knew right now was still a member of the Iranian military. He has either been assigned to lead this group of terrorists or has on his own created the organization. Those facts were not yet clear. Adam continued, “he has an organization, that according to the information we have, number around 75 men. He has a base in northern Iran where he has trained these men, and we have every reason to believe he has trained them well. So, you can see we are up against a formidable enemy”.

Thank you, Adam”, Fred said, and then as a joke said, “you could have given us a less gruesome report”. That remark did help us feel more at ease. I was thinking we were in an information overload mode. I believe that Fred sensed that as well, because the next thing he said was, “I’m going to have some coffee and sandwiches brought in. I have just been informed that our British counterparts will be here in about ten minutes. They and the coffee should get here about the same time”. I spoke up, “Fred, since our friends are from England, maybe you should add tea to that order”. There was a light chuckle around the room and Fred said. “Good idea, they deserve the best we can give them”.

It was about ten minutes later. Those of us who were already here took this time to get to know each other better. Along with Adam the other two gentlemen were Sid and Benjamin, Ben for short. I had a good feeling about all three of them. I know for a fact that God gave me a sixth sense. When I meet someone and talked with them for a few minutes I either felt good or, I use this term, “I itched”. If I itched, something wasn’t right. These feelings never failed me. None of these gentlemen made me itch. All I can say is, thank you, Lord.

























About then the door open and the group from London came in. I know my jaw must have fallen to the floor. Among the group was someone I knew and knew well. Quite a few years ago I had been sent to England in an exchange program for sniper training, at what was considered one of the best schools in the world at the time. While there I was assigned a partner named Henry. He just walked thru the door. Henry saw me about the same time. I know there was a look of shock in his eyes as well. We quickly walked to each other and shook hands. It was obvious to everyone in the room that Henry and I knew each other very well. Fred spoke up and said, “I guess you two are not strangers”? “No”, I said, “we have known each other for a long time but it’s been a while since we have seen one another. This is Henry I said introducing him to the others. He and I did some training together in England a while back”. Henry spoke up, “Bill is being shy, we were partners and I became his spotter at the school we were attending. I have never met a better shot than Bill. I can’t tell you all how good it is to see him again”. “That goes for me as well”, I said.


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