My posts on this and other forums usually deals with the corruption of the systems of government and what actions are availble to us in addressing and correcting these blatant Crimes Against Humanity.
The following information is provided as an insight as to what makes me the person I am and what I am doing to address these issues.
Captain U.S. Army Special Forces
To whom it may concern:
I joined Special Forces in June, 1960, 77th SFG at Ft. Bragg. On July 1, 1960, the 77th SFG became the 7th SFG, I was assigned to the 10th SFG in December, 1960 due to a shortage of my MOS.
I was trained as an SF radio operator. I qualified for my "3" in April, 1961.
I was then assigned as an Intel Analyst and worked for Sully Fontaine, the 10th SFG S-2, Dan schubert, EC White and Ed White.
In 1962 I graduated with honors from the 7th Army NCO Academy across the quadrangle of Flint Kaserne and was promoted to E-5.
I attended the 10th SFG Training School in Lengries, Germany and was assigned as an instructor in D Company, working for Ralph Puckett.
My mentors in these early years was Llarkyn Winfred (Rock) Nesom and Pop Grant and DJ Smith.
I assisted in the training of East Germans who came into West Berlin via the tunnel system for reinsertion into East Germany as agents directed by SOTFE, Special Operations Task Force Europe, CIA Hq in Frankfurt, Germany.
I was then assigned to an A team in B Company of the 10th as the junior radio operator with assignments in France, Greece, and submarine training on the USS Tirante and Tigerone off the island of Crete.
I was on the European Underwater Recovery Team, the nuclear weapons team, and the Mountain Climbing Detachment.
I worked with Displaced Persons such as Jon Novy and others who were the initial cadre in 1953 when the 10th was moved from Ft. Bragg to Bad Toelz, Germany. Many of our DP's were OSS Veterans and carried cover names. Jon Novy used his real name. He was from Hungary.
I qualified quarterly to maintain my "3", which requires a proficiency in all of the disciplines of Special Forces.
I attended OCS and Ranger School at Ft. Benning in 1964 and was then assigned to the 3rd SFG at Ft. Bragg where I attended the Officers Special Forces Course. I was then assigned to the 1st SFG in Okinawa and immediately sent TDY to the 5th SFG in Nha Trang, Vietnam and further assigned as the XO of an A Team 415 opening a new SF Camp at Ap Bac and Kinh Quan Hai in 4th Corps, sixty miles West of Saigon in the middle of the Plain of Reeds. Outside artillery range, we were bait.
After returning to Okinawa I completed the UDT School and Submarine training on the USS Tunny, SS 241, where I trained Chinese Nationalists in the art of night infiltration while submerged and underway. They were later sent into mainland China as agent provocateurs directed by the CIA.
I then trained Nationalist Chinese in the art of High Altitude Low Opening (HALO) for infiltration into mainland China, as directed by the CIA. I was assigned to Taiwan for these activities.
In June 1967 I was assigned as the S-3 for Project Omega working for Pappy Lamar in Plei Djereng, Vietnam.
In September of 1967 I was assigned as the Case Officer for Project Cherry of B-57 (Gamma) running black terror and assassination teams. This was a CIA operation run out of the US Embassy in Saigon.
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A two hour interview can be accessed at blackopradio.com archived in 2002, show #76
I was carried on the books of the 5th SFG until murder charges were dismissed in Jan 1971, where I was assigned as the S-3 of the Combat Surveillance School at Ft. Huachuca, AZ. I resigned and left the service after 11years and six months-2 days of active duty with an Honorable discharge.
I then became a police officer in Miami, Florida.
The Writings Of And About
The Crimes: 1) Treason in Wartime 2) Conspiracy To Obstruct Justice In A Capital Murder Case to Cover Up the Treason
"ONE MAN-ONE VOICE"
Charles Morgan, Jr. lawyer, retired and living in Northern Florida, wrote a book in 1979 titled "ONE MAN-ONE VOICE".
No longer in print and only available in the reference sections of some major libraries, Chuck Morgan writes about his various challenges while successfully defending the likes of Muhamed Ali, myself and others.
Chapter 12, below, is an example of Chuck's wit and humor. If you have the opportunity to locate this book, I can promise an entertaining experience and wonderment of just how troubled our judicial system is in America.
One Man, One Voice Chapter 12
The following chapter is from a book written by Charles Morgan, Jr., my attorney during the appellate process. This book; One Man, One Voice is a compilation of events surrounding various clients of Mr. Morgan. He successfully represented Muhammad Ali, Howard Levy and others whose Civil Liberties were trashed by the US Government. The book, published in 1979, is out of print, unfortunately. It is not available in the San Francisco Library System, the Phoenix Library System, and there is one copy, sometimes, in the entire Los Angeles Library System in the Reference Section of the Main Library in Beverly Hills. Of note is the quote from Washington Post Reporter Murray Marder. It would take another 21 years to locate National Security Documents showing Treason in War (see below). The publisher was Holt, Rinehart and Winston.
Captain John J. McCarthy of Special Forces had been tried in secret and sentenced to life for the murder of a "peasant." At Fort Leavenworth he and Howard Levy were subjected to unusual punishment: The army made them cellmates. I could understand the kind of army reasoning which put them together, thinking back to the time I had run away from military school and they had brought me back just to kick me out.
I could also understand the logic in Levy's request that I represent McCarthy. I had been denied access to Levy's low-classified G-2 dossier which held no "national security" secrets. Access to the highly secret transcript in McCarthy's case would undercut any "security risk" argument which the army might make to justify its denial to me of Levy's dossier. If the army refused me "Top Secret" clearance, neither Levy nor McCarthy would be worse off that they already were, and McCarthy would be able to assign that refusal as a deprivation of his right to select counsel of his own choosing.
The prison conference room in which McCarthy and I met was so small that it turned whispers into shouts. We sized each other up. He had pale blue eyes. He was wiry, neat even in fatigues, and of medium height. He talked freely, but he knew more about the charge than the transcript disclosed. If he had killed that "peasant"---and he didn't believe he had---he had done so accidentally, and somewhere that peasant had a service record which would show him to be every bit as skilled and "special" as McCarthy.
In January 1960, on his seventeenth birthday, John McCarthy had enlisted in the army. After he qualified as a paratrooper and finished Special Forces training, he was stationed in Germany. Extraordinarily competent, his expertise included jumping from airplanes at 30,000 feet and opening his parachute 500 feet above ground or water, and, if water, swimming under it.
In October 1964, he completed officer training and was assigned to a Special Forces organization in Okinawa. Next came Vietnam. He returned to Okinawa and from there had a number of short-term assignments. On Taiwan he served on a joint United States---Republic of China team. Later he worked with a group of military men from the Republic of the Philippines. In June 1967, when the army sent Levy to prison, it sent McCarthy to Vietnam as an operations officer. In the early-morning hours after Thanksgiving night--November 24, 1967--McCarthy, who always operated under civilian cover, and a Special Forces sergeant, also dressed as a civilian, went to a "safe house" in Vietnam where "Jimmie," a male Oriental with whom they worked, was quartered. McCarthy told the sergeant, "Go outside and bring Jimmie." According to the unclassified portions of the trial transcript, Jimmie was a Cambodian who belonged to the highly secret Khmer Serie (Free Cambodia). In the wee hours of that November morning, McCarthy, Jimmie, and the sergeant left Saigon on the road to Ho Ngoc Tao in a four-door civilian Datsun. The sergeant drove. Jimmie had been caught possessing documents which jeopardized the security of McCarthy's secret unit. Jimmie at in the front seat center. At his right McCarthy held a .38-caliber Smith and Wesson revolver loosely in his left hand behind the front seat.
As they amiable chatted there was a loud "explosion." The windshield frosted into honeycombed cracks. Jimmie slumped, a hole through his head, blood pouring from his face, dead.
They hid the corpse under a tarpaulin in a six-foot ditch and returned to the detachment compound. McCarthy went to bed. The sergeant reported the incident. The next morning the detachment commander, a non-Special Forces "intelligence officer," placed McCarthy under arrest. After sixty days' confinement at Long Binh jail, known affectionately as LBJ, McCarthy was secretly tried.
His counsel, Captain Stewart P. Davis, stipulated that "Jimmie," known by several other names, including Inchin Hai Lam, was dead. He also agreed that McCarthy was one of the three men in the automobile; that his weapon discharged inside that automobile; that previous to that "Jimmie" was alive, and afterward he was dead. The question for the court-martial was How had Jimmie been killed? Murder? Ambush? Shrapnel? A stray shot? A ricochet from the accidental discharge of McCarthy's.38? Davis said, "[The prosecution] cannot connect Captain McCarthy's weapon and the wound."
Davis looks like the movie-star version of a Special Forces man--solidly built, well tanned, his quiet approach to the law and life belying an ability to withstand pressure. After becoming a paratrooper, he graduated from Washington and Lee's law school and served in the Judge Advocate Generals Corps.
Davis and McCarthy made an excellent defense team. The lawyer liked his client, who insisted he had wanted Jimmie questioned, not killed.
Their problem was the pathologist. He had observed no powder burns on the skin on Jimmie's neck near the wound, and in his expert opinion any weapon larger than a .25 caliber would have produced both a star-shaped wound and a burn visible to the naked eye. Since he found gunpowder within the wound he concluded that the weapon had been held against Jimmie's body. The .38 would have made a larger hold, and a more pronounced gunpowder "tattoo." The pathologist said a weapon of .25 caliber or less had been held against Jimmie's neck. That ruled out an accidental or stray shot, shrapnel or a ricochet. It also ruled out the possibility that a bullet had been fired from outside the Datsun. But the window's on the left side of the automobile had been down, and a motorcycles had pulled away from the "safe house" and headed up the highway immediately before them. Inside the Datsun, McCarthy, his .38 **** in anticipation of hostile fire, had speculated on the mission of the motorcyclist. The sergeant testified that his elbow had been resting on the window frame when the "explosion" occurred. It was then that McCarthy's weapon had fired. Had McCarthy's weapon caused that explosion or had he fired it as a reflex response to another shot?
By saying that the wound could not have been caused by the .38 at close range, the pathologist ruled out answers to these and other questions. Under normal circumstances his testimony would have meant McCarthy could not have committed the crime. But Special Forces men were trained to defy normal circumstances. They were known for their ability to obtain and use small, secret. 25-caliber single-shot devices. So the jury believed that McCarthy had killed Jimmie with a secret .25-caliber weapon, and under that theory, the killing could not have been accidental.
They sentenced him to life and hard labor and recommended clemency. That was normal enough. What was unheard of was their refusal to order a forfeiture of his pay and allowances and his dismissal from the service.
I entered the case on June 10, 1968. It took the Army 229 days to prove me "nationally secure." After my clearance on February 25, 1969, I certified in writing that I had read the statutes which provide for "the willful or negligent divulging of classified information to unauthorized persons" and a "penalty of death or imprisonment for any term of years or for life." In a similar situation, In Muhammad Ali's case, I had refused to accept wiretap logs covered by a secrecy order. That also was an intuitive judgment and, in law as in life, "luck."
In Falls Church, Virginia, I was provided a "secure" secretary for dictation, typing, and clerical work. I couldn't work on certain aspects of the case in Atlanta, for the transcript and other documents couldn't leave the Falls Church office building. Later (on February 8, 1970) in an article in the Washington Post entitled TERMINATED AGENT MAY HAUNT U.S., Murray Marder would write: "[W]hile comparatively obscure, the McCarthy case carries a larger potential for international complications than the celebrated Green Berets case." McCarthy was locked up in the government's prison, but if Marder was right, the secrets McCarthy knew made the government his prisoner. In court papers I urged McCarthy be freed, for he had been deprived of his unqualified constitutional rights to an open and public trial.
Soon after the August 6, 1969 headline in the Atlanta Journal---BERET COLONEL, 7 OTHERS CHARGED IN VIET MURDER---I telephoned the disciplinary barracks. "John, if you haven't told me the truth, if you lied at the trial, if you've said anything up to now that wasn't true, it is time to recant."
I want to know every fact which a client reasonable thinks may have a bearing upon his case. From the beginning McCarthy maintain his innocence, and even if his story seemed irrational to some, he stuck by it---tenaciously. I would cross-examine and attempt to trip him up, and ask him every question I could think of. He remained unshaken and unshakable.
I explained that Special Forces Colonel Robert B. Rheault and the seven other men charged with murder in Vietnam had as much chance of coming to trial as did the CIA or Richard M. Nixon. The desire to cover up, to keep secrets---not from the Communists but from Americans---would guarantee the release of the Special Forces men. If McCarthy had lied at trial and to me, but now came out with the truth, we could tie his case to Rheault's, and the odds would be a hundred to one in favor of his release.
"I'll be *******ed!" came the response. "If my own lawyer won't believe me. I told the truth! I don't give a damn if a rot in here. I didn't kill that man!" When a convict serving a life sentence angers at the sight of a master key to his cell, it's time that he be believed.
On September 29, 1969, the army dismissed the charges against Rheault and company and blamed the cover-up on the CIA's refusal to allow its agents to testify at any trial. Two days later, in the New York Times, the lawyer for a Green Beret, Henry B. Rothblatt, said that Nixon made that decision.
In Washington, Stewart Davis conferred with Colonel Pierre A. Finck, chief of the Wound Ballistics Pathology Branch of the Armed Forces Institute of Pathology, and widely known as the physician who performed the John F. Kennedy autopsy. Finck told Davis that he was familiar with the McCarthy file and testimony, but he revealed nothing helpful. Neither did the army attorney who directed Davis to the right file, which, however, he could not let Davis see. But he placed the file on the nearby table and left Davis in the room, saying, "There's a Xerox machine down the hall and a sergeant in the next office."
Alone, Davis opened the folder. On top there was a memorandum from the prosecution's pathologist-witness to "Chief, Forensic Pathology Division, Armed Forces Institute of Pathology." "Because of the small size of the wound and the absence of grossly visible powder tattooing I originally testified....that the murder weapon was probably a .22 or .25 caliber weapon."The pathologist went on to write that he had been "mistaken about the weapon." (Date of Memorandum is September 8, 1968---Date of Discovery is March 20, 1970)
Based upon the trial transcript, McCarthy's testimony that he had a .38-caliber pistol, and the driver's description of the sound as deafening, that his ear were ringing, and that he experienced "a temporary loss of hearing", the pathologist had altered his scientific judgment. He wrote, "In conclusion I new think the victim was killed by a single shot from Captain McCarthy's revolver fired several inches away from the back of the neck."
So the accidental firing of the .38 could have killed Jimmie.
Finally, in the secret world of secret cases, we had begun to win. The report of the pathologist also mentioned correspondence with "the Federal Bureau of Investigation regarding a bullet fragment removed from the nasal pharynx from the deceased." This metal was "enclosed in a plastic envelope attached to the FBI report."
When we obtained the report it read, "A tiny particle of quartz was stuck to the surface of the fragment." It also said, "No glass was found." Quartz comes from glass and glass can come from shattered windshields, so we wanted to examine the metal fragment. But the FBI and the army had managed to lose it in the registered mail.
In a Virginia office building, in a hearing open to the public, I argued for the right of public trial. Then the three officers on the Court of Military Review, accompanied by their security adviser, adjourned to a conference room in the bowels of the Pentagon. Outside, soldiers stood guard which I argued from the secret portion of the record.
On October 29, 1970, we won. Based upon the pathologist's altered testimony, the court unanimously ordered the convictions set aside. One judge went further. To him, McCarthy's "record in intelligence and intelligence-related operations, as well as the military skills associated therewith which he has developed," made it in defiance of "logic" that he would have murdered "the victim in the manner developed by the Government at trial and urged upon us during appellate argument." Terming McCarthy a "proven officer, thoroughly trained in intelligence operations, well-disciplined and sensitive to the ramifications of all his actions, not only with regard to the United States but to other political entities whose interests might be affected," that judge said the court should have forbidden a retrial. But that decision rested with Major General W.B. Latta of the army's Strategic Communications Command, under whom McCarthy was then serving.
On January 6, 1971, I met the general at Fort Huachuca, Arizona. He concurred in his staff judge advocates recommendation that a new trial was "not warranted." The charge was dismissed.
Months after John McCarthy honorably left the service, I received an urgent telephone call. He had applied for a job. He told me of the the county personnel officer who had received an FBI report on his status.
"I'm sitting in this man's office and the report at which he's looking says I should be locked in prison. Would you tell him I'm not an escapee or a convicted felon?" I did so, as I marveled at the efficiency and concern of a government which imprisoned together one man who termed its heroes killers, and a hero whom the government termed a killer, then ignored its own pathologists recantation, lost a metal bullet fragment transmitted in its registered mail, and failed to put into its computer the record of the one Green Beret it had certified innocent.
Charles Morgan is retired and living in Northern Florida Stewart Davis is a Judge in Northern Virginia Pierre Finck is retired and living in Switzerland
Just before bedtime I find it appropriate to offer words of wisdom from an unknown author. Every time a hear a challenge to the exposure of Crimes Against Humanity, election fraud, vote manipulation, fabricated evidence to justify an aggressive, preemptive attack on a sovereign country and the diversionary tactic of calling those who expose such arrogance as "conspiracy theorists", I look up from my desk to see the following:
"THE STRUGGLE TO DISBELIEVE IS ETERNAL
WE STRUGGLE TO DISBELIEVE THAT WHICH CONTRADICTS OUR PREDISPOSITION----FACE REALITY----START WHERE YOU ARE"