Tuesday, June 28, 2016

U.S. Defense Secretary Hails Iraqi Fallujah Success As Counter-ISIL Milestone

Cheryl Pellerin at the DoD News offers the below report:

WASHINGTON, June 27, 2016 — Defense Secretary Ash Carter today congratulated Prime Minister Haider al-Abadi and the Iraqi people for freeing the city of Fallujah from the grip of the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant.

The operation in Fallujah was a significant challenge for the Iraqi security forces and for the multinational coalition, and it won’t be the last, the secretary said in a statement.

“The United States military and our coalition partners are proud to have supported the Iraqi security forces under the prime minister's command in this important operation,” Carter said, calling the operation “another milestone in our joint efforts to accelerate ISIL's defeat and to continue supporting our Iraqi partners moving forward.”

Hard fighting is ahead, the secretary added, as is the vital task of caring for the residents of Fallujah displaced by ISIL's violence and beginning to rebuild the city so they can safely return.

Fallujah Victory

Carter said it’s also essential to complete the investigations launched by the Iraqi government to address alleged abuses of civilians.

"Despite the hard work still to do," he added, "the clearing of Fallujah will make the people of Iraq safer and bring us all one step closer to dealing ISIL a lasting defeat."

Pentagon spokesman Navy Capt. Jeff Davis told reporters here today that the coalition continues to provide support through strikes, intelligence, advice and assistance to Iraqi government fighters operating in Fallujah and will continue to do so as the Iraqi forces switch from taking the city to beginning clearing operations.

“The fighting to get into Fallujah was fierce,” Davis told Pentagon reporters, “particularly as they broke through some of the defensive belts on the southern side and the Iraqi security forces have worked their way through the city and … rapidly took control of it.”

Thwarting ISIL’s Goals

Since the ground operation began May 21, coalition forces have conducted more than 100 airstrikes in support of local ground forces under the command of the government of Iraq, Davis said. “Those strikes destroyed key ISIL targets, including tactical units, fighting positions, heavy and light machine guns [and] rocket-propelled grenade systems, and they also denied access to key terrain for ISIL,” he added.

After Iraqi security forces victories in Rutba, Hit and Ramadi this year, Fallujah was the last major stronghold for ISIL in Anbar province, Davis said. “With its large population centers, infrastructure and key road networks, the loss of Fallujah will further deny ISIL access to a province that's critically important to its overall goals,” he told reporters. “It also significantly helps the security situation in Baghdad, as Fallujah was the closest ISIL-held territory to Baghdad.”

Further north, in the Euphrates River Valley between Hit and Haditha, Davis said, Iraqi forces continue clearing villages along the north side of the river and have opened critical roads that connect the region to Baghdad. As Iraqi forces clear those areas, he added, local forces are serving as hold forces to secure and safeguard the area.

Fighting to Liberate Manbij

ISIL has had no strategic victories for more than a year and has lost significant territory over and over again, Davis noted, listing Fallujah, Ramadi, Rutba, Hit, Synjar and Beiji in Iraq, and Hawl, Shadaddi and the Tishrin Dam in Syria. Though possession of the Syrian city of Manbij is still a hotly contested battle, Davis said, ISIL will soon lose that city as well.

Meanwhile, the U.S.-led coalition is “supporting the Iraqi security forces as they move north from Beiji toward Kayara,” which is on the road to Mosul up the Tigris River, Davis said, specifically on the west side of the Euphrates to Kayara west, where there’s a large airfield.

“Kayara is the key pathway to be able to ultimately reach Mosul, … so they've got to get up that river valley, and they're doing it quickly. We've seen significant progress just in the last few days,” he added.

Note: In the above U.S. Navy photo by Heather Judkins the aircraft carrier USS Harry S. Truman is moored during a port call in Souda Bay, Greece on June 21, 2016. The Harry S. Truman Carrier Strike Group is deployed in support of Operation Inherent Resolve, maritime security operations and theater security cooperation efforts in the U.S. 6th Fleet’s area of operations.

'He Was A Crook, But He Was Our Crook: The 'Fat Leonard' U.S. Navy Bribery And Fraud Scandal

Christopher P. Canvas at the Defense News offers a piece on the U.S. Navy's 'Fat Leonard' bribery and fraud scandal.

WASHINGTON — The aircraft carrier John C. Stennis swung at anchor in early October 2012 in the harbor at Kota Kinabalu, on the northwest coast of Borneo along the South China Sea. Chinese island-building activities in the nearby Spratly Islands were only just beginning, but the strategic importance of the region was well established. US Navy ships operating with the Seventh Fleet occasionally visited the port, capital of the Malaysian state of Sabah, but this was the first time a warship this large had dropped the hook. It was a major jump, strategically and logistically.
But the US Navy needed help in making the port call happen — US planners were not that familiar with the myriad services and arrangements needed to support the Stennis and the more than 5,000 sailors on board. In to fill the void, as throughout the western Pacific, was Glenn Defense Marine Asia (GDMA), at the time the pre-eminent ship husbanding firm in the region.
In fact, GDMA had pushed US Navy planners to send the Stennis to Kota Kinabalu, where the company controlled most of the port services and stood to make a significant profit. And they had a friend on the staff of Seventh Fleet, Cmdr. Mike Misiewicz, deputy of fleet operations. Misiewicz, in exchange for money and favors, fed GDMA information on upcoming ship visits and in turn, had a voice in where those visits would take place.

GDMA and its chief executive Leonard Glenn Francis — widely known as "Fat Leonard" — are at the center of what is likely the longest-running scandal ever to hit the US Navy. The company, banned in September 2013 from doing any further business with the US, routinely overcharged the Navy by a total of more than $20 million, according to US Justice Department estimates.
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Monday, June 27, 2016

Italian Police Hold Mafia Boss After 20 Years On Run

The British newspaper the Guardian offers a piece on the capture of an Italian organized crime boss.

Italy’s second most wanted mafia boss, Ernesto Fazzalari, was arrested on Sunday after almost two decades on the run, apprehended by the paramilitary carabinieri police.
Fazzalari, of the notorious Calabrian ’Ndrangheta, Italy’s richest and most powerful criminal organisation, had been a fugitive since June 1996. He was the country’s second most wanted mafia boss in terms of influence and danger to society behind Matteo Messina Denaro, of the Sicilian Cosa Nostra mafia, a police statement said.
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Saturday, June 25, 2016

Michael Herr, Author Of The Vietnam-Era ‘Dispatches,’ dies

The Washington Times reports that Michael Herr, the author of one of the best books on the Vietnam War, Dispatches, died.

NEW YORK (AP) - Michael Herr, the author and Oscar-nominated screenplay writer who viscerally documented the ravages of the Vietnam War through his classic nonfiction novel “Dispatches” and through such films as “Apocalypse Now” and “Full Metal Jacket,” died after a long illness. He was 76.
His death Thursday in an upstate New York hospital was confirmed by publisher Alfred A. Knopf, which released “Dispatches” in 1977, two years after the U.S. left Vietnam.
A native of Syracuse, New York, with a knack for eavesdropping and a reverence for Ernest Hemingway, Herr was part of the New Journalism wave that included Tom Wolfe, Truman Capote and Norman Mailer and advocated applying literary style and techniques to traditional reporting. “Dispatches” is often ranked with Tim O’Brien’s novel “The Things They Carried,” Neil Sheehan’s “A Bright Shining Lie” and Stanley Karnow’s “Vietnam: A History” as essential reading about the war.
“If you think you don’t want to read any more about Vietnam, you are wrong,” critic John Leonard of The New York Times wrote when “Dispatches” came out.
“‘Dispatches’ is beyond politics, beyond rhetoric, beyond ‘pacification’ and body counts and the ‘psychotic vaudeville’ of Saigon press briefings. Its materials are fear and death, hallucination and the burning of souls. It is as if Dante had gone to hell with a cassette recording of Jimi Hendrix and a pocketful of pills: our first rock-and-roll war, stoned murder.”
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The British newspaper the Guardian named Dispatches as number nine in their 100 best nonfiction series. You can read the Guardian piece via the below link:


Note: Dispatches is a fine account of the Vietnam War, but it is marred somewhat as journalism and nonfiction, because, like Truman Capote's In Cold Blood, Herr later admitted that many of the passages in the book were invented. Perhaps one should read the fine book and regard it as fiction.

FBI: Putting The Brakes On Intellectual Property - Crime Trio Pirated Mercedes-Benz Diagnostic Software

The FBI released the below report:

The case of the pirated Mercedes-Benz software is a classic example of how a company’s intellectual property can be compromised—and how criminals can profit from someone else’s hard work.
In April 2016, California resident Martin Vellozzi was the last of three individuals sentenced for creating and selling non-authentic Mercedes-Benz diagnostic software systems. The diagnostic systems are used by auto mechanics to diagnose and fix Mercedes vehicles. For more than a decade, Vellozzi and his co-conspirators—Rainer Wittich of Louisiana and Robert Beckmann of North Carolina—made money by stealing the proprietary software and selling it at a steep discount.
“All three conspirators had legitimate businesses in the automotive industry,” said Special Agent Sundanah Parsons, who investigated the case from the FBI’s New Orleans Field Office. “Each one had a different kind of expertise, and they came together to profit from their illegal activity.”
The Mercedes-Benz Star Diagnostic System is a hand-held computer containing proprietary, confidential software that costs as much as $22,000. “Vellozzi discovered a way to pirate the software from legitimate Star Diagnostics Systems,” Parsons explained, “which over the years effectively robbed Mercedes of millions of dollars in business opportunities.”
By stealing the Mercedes software—and without having to spend money on research and development—Vellozzi, Wittich, and Beckmann were able to produce, market, and sell their illegal versions of the system on laptop computers for anywhere from $6,000 to $12,000. Court records indicate the trio sold nearly 1,000 of the units. “They were selling them all over the country and even internationally,” Parsons said. “It was all about the money.”
In 2011, representatives from Mercedes-Benz contacted the FBI’s Intellectual Property Rights Unit to report their suspicions that the diagnostic system had been compromised. The Bureau later sent an undercover operative to one of Vellozzi’s automotive repair seminars, where the pirated units were being openly sold.
“Mercedes was rightfully concerned about its intellectual property,” Parsons said, explaining that the diagnostic system could be used to modify and control a variety of critical features on automobiles, including air bags and braking systems.
“Vellozzi and his colleagues knew what they were doing was illegal,” Parsons added. “Although the units were being sold openly at seminars he held around the country, Vellozzi didn’t advertise the systems on his website or list them anywhere in his business records—and neither did Wittich and Beckmann.”
In April, a federal judge sentenced Vellozzi to four years’ probation and a $6,000 fine. In January 2016, Wittich and his Louisiana-based aftermarket auto parts distributor business, The Brinson Company, were sentenced for their roles after previously pleading guilty to criminal copyright infringement and violating the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. Wittich received five years of probation, and his company was ordered to forfeit $150,000 and assist Daimler AG—parent company of Mercedes-Benz—in compiling a list of all customers to whom it provided the pirated software systems.
In March 2016, a federal judge sentenced Beckmann to four years of probation, with the first four months to be served on home detention, and a fine of $5,000 for criminal copyright infringement. His company, Beckmann Technologies, was also sentenced to five years of organization probation and fined $75,000.
“They all knew what they were doing was wrong,” Parsons said. “They made a lot of money, but then they got caught.” 

Friday, June 24, 2016

Spies In Fact And Fiction: My Q&A With CIA Analyst Mark Henshaw, Author Of 'Red Cell' And 'The Fall Of Moscow Station

My Q&A with Mark Henshaw, CIA analyst and author of Red Cell, Cold Shot and The Fall of Moscow Station, appears in the current issue of The Journal of Counterterrorism & Homeland Security International. 

You can read the interview above and below:

Note: You can click on the above to enlarge.

My Crime Fiction: Part One of 'The Horn Of The Bull'

I was told that Lieutenant Edwin Fay was thrilled with being a naval intelligence officer back in 1965.

James Bond-mania was in full swing and Fay was a big fan of the films and Ian Fleming's novels. Fay was pleased to learn that his true-life hero, the late President John F. Kennedy, a World War II naval officer, was also a fan of the novels and once dined with Fleming.

Fay, a thin, baby-faced young man of 28, was stationed in San Diego, California in 1965. His assignment was to coordinate intelligence with the U.S. Federal Bureau of Narcotics (FBN) and the Mexican Federal Judicial Police concerning a Mexican crime lord suspected of smuggling vast amounts of narcotics into the United States via a fleet of merchant ships.

Fay thought this was the stuff of thrillers. He loved traveling down to Tijuana, Mexico in his "civies" - his civilian clothes - for meetings with the FBN and the Federalies. He told friends that after the Friday meetings, he would drink in local bars, admire the senoritas, and dream of his budding naval career.

According to the Navy’s investigating officer’s report, it was after one of these meetings that Fay stepped out of a Tijuana bar and was abducted.

Witnesses reported that Fay was accosted by two pistoleros as he left the bar. The two gunmen beat Fay into unconsciousness and pushed him into the cab of a truck. A FBN informant later reported that Fay was taken to a bull ranch outside Tijuana. He was tied and bound to a chair in a dark room and then revived. The two gunmen, identified by the informant only as Pedro and Alfredo, began to beat Fay.

Off to the side of the room stood a heavy, thick-set man with a large, flat face that Fay no doubt recognized from the numerous surveillance photos he had viewed the previous months. The man was Neron Rodrigo, the crime lord targeted by the FBN and the Mexican police. Standing next to Rodrigo was the stunningly beautiful Mexican girl that Fay and the FBN agents often lusted over in the photos.

Fay’s beating was severe and he eventually answered all of their questions. With a nod from Rodrigo, the two men picked up Fay and dragged him out of the house and stood him against the fence of a bull pen.

"Do you like the bulls?" the informant reported that Rodrigo asked Fay. "Do you come to Mexico for the girls or the bulls?"

The two gunmen laughed loudly as they bound Fay’s hands tightly behind his back.

"You, my stupid young friend, choose to face the wrong bull - me," Rodrigo explained patiently to the beaten and bleeding naval officer. "And now you must face this other bull."

Rodrigo motioned towards the bull pen with his right thumb and the two gunmen lifted Fay and tossed him over the fence.

With his hands tied behind him, Fay had difficulty getting to his feet, but despite his wounds from the beating, the young officer was up and moving as the powerful black bull charged. The bull slammed and tore into Fay’s back and Fay was spun violently and fell to the ground. He lay in a twisted heap, trying to catch his breath.

His abductors leaned on the fence and cheered the bull on. Standing a few feet back from the pen, the girl was expressionless. Fay somehow summoned the strength to get on his feet and move, but the bull charged again and one of the ferocious animal’s horns tore into Fay’s left leg, splitting it open from ankle to knee. Fay let out a chilling scream and collapsed to the ground.

The bull loomed over Fay, pummeling him as he lay helpless and semi-conscious. His wounds bleed profusely into the sand. With a wave from Rodrigo, the man called Pedro distracted the bull as Alfredo jumped in and dragged Fay out of the pen.

Rodrigo cursed the young officer and delivered a severe kick to his head. He then pulled out a knife with a six-inch blade and a handle made from a bull's horn. He leaned over and stabbed Fay in the chest.

"Toss him in the street as a message," Rodrigo told his pistoleros. "I want everyone to know that it will take a stronger man to face this bull."

Fay’s broken, bloody and torn body was thrown into the street from a speeding truck. The Tijuana police recovered the body and upon discovering his Navy dog tags, notified the U.S. Navy in San Diego.

In 1970, five years after Fay’s body was discovered, I was an 18-year-old enlisted sailor serving aboard the USS Kitty Hawk.

The aircraft carrier was home-ported in San Diego and we were going to sea every Monday through Friday, performing sea trials, damage control drills and air operations in preparation of our upcoming combat cruise to Vietnam. When the carrier returned to port in San Diego for the weekends, many of the Kitty Hawk's 5,000 men, myself included, ventured down to neighboring Tijuana for the wild and crazy nightlife.

There were at least a dozen cautionary tales circulating at the time that illustrated how Tijuana was truly a rough town. I recall one often-told, particularly gruesome and seemingly far-fetched story of a Navy officer who was gored to death by a bull and then dumped unceremoniously into the street.

The story was true, I recently discovered. I read the Navy’s investigation report and I heard the details of the decades-old murder directly from the Navy’s investigating officer. The Navy appointed an unusual officer to investigate the grisly murder in Mexico.

The Navy sent a frogman.

Admiral Gordon Gray was walking history. Affectionately called "the old frogman," Gray was a legend in the U.S. Navy. Like Admiral John D. Bulkley and Admiral Hyman G. Rickover, Gray was one of the few post-WWII naval officers who served more than 50 years on active duty. Over the course of Gray's career, rising from seaman to admiral, he saw combat in three major wars and more than a dozen conflicts around the globe.

During his long career, Gray served as a PT boat sailor, a guerrilla, a counterguerrilla, a frogman, a special operator, a spy,  a counterspy, and an investigating officer

Gray was a pioneer in naval special operations and unconventional warfare and he was influential in the development of the U.S. Navy SEALs (Sea, Air and Land). He was one of the first Underwater Demolition Team (UDT) frogmen in WWII and he was one of the first UDT men to be commissioned as a Navy SEAL.

Gray was the founder and first commanding officer of the elite, secret and innocuously named U.S. Navy Special Security Group, code-named "Blue Moray." Gray served as a troubleshooter for the Chief of Naval Operations (CNO) and his Blue Moray Group performed a wide variety of missions.

I first heard of Gray from my late father, who was a Navy chief petty officer and UDT frogman during WWII. My father, who was medically discharged after the war due to combat injuries, often spoke proudly of his former teammate. My father was pleased to read my letter in which I described my brief encounter with Gray when he came aboard the Kitty Hawk in 1971 when the carrier was anchored in Da Nang Harbor in South Vietnam.

I became a writer some years after leaving the Navy. I cover crime for the local newspaper in Philadelphia and I’m a contributing editor to National Security, a national monthly magazine that covers crime, espionage and terrorism.

While on assignment for National Security, I interviewed a good number of World War II UDT veterans and active duty Navy SEALS for a piece on the UDT frogmen of World War II and how those first frogmen influenced the modern-day Navy SEALs.

One of the old UDT veterans told me that he served with both my father and Gray. He said he was still in touch with the retired and reclusive admiral, and although Gray did not grant interviews, he gave me the admiral’s e-mail address so I could contact him and attempt to draw him out.

I e-mailed Gray and requested an interview. I wrote that I felt he owed it to history and his former teammates to speak publicly about his career. I noted that many of the men he served with, like my father, had passed on.

It must have been a good pitch, as Gray called me a short while later. In an hour-long telephone conversation, he said he fondly remembered my late father. He told a couple of stories about serving under my father as UDT 5 hit the Japanese-held beaches of Saipan, Tinian and Leyte.

"We swam ashore, wearing swim trunks, face mask and coral shoes, and we went up against 40,000 enemy Japanese soldiers, armed only with a satchel of explosives and our Ka-bar knives," Gray said proudly.

He laughed when he also recalled my father getting him out of jail in Hawaii after he was arrested for being drunk and disorderly.

"My father told me that he knew every police sergeant in Hawaii," I said.

Gray laughed at the memory of his old chief convincing police sergeants to let the frogmen out of jail so they could go back into combat. Gray also recalled visiting the Kitty Hawk in Vietnam many years later and talking to a number of young sailors, one of whom, I informed him, was me.

Gray said he did not normally grant interviews, but he checked me out with friends and read some of my newspaper and magazine pieces, including the story on UDT and the modern SEALs. So due to my Navy background and with respect for my father, Gray consented to a series of exclusive interviews with me. I looked forward to interviewing Admiral Gray about his amazing life.

We arranged to meet two weeks later at his home. I knew Gray was from South Philadelphia, but I didn't know that he settled back in the city after he retired from the Navy and that he lived quietly in a riverside neighborhood not far from my own South Philly home.

When I arrived at his home for our first interview, Gray answered the door promptly and welcomed me. I followed him to the back of the house to his office. The room had an old wooden desk and a black leather chair and in front of the desk was a small, round wood table with two chairs. Behind his desk and chair was a set of glass doors that led to a small yard and garden.

I looked around the room and saw that in between the books on his floor-to-ceiling wood bookcases there were framed photos of his family and a few framed photos of Gray in uniform with other military people. A small model of a PT boat and a small model of a destroyer were also on display on the book shelves. I noted that there were no medals or military awards on display. The office was tidy and neat and would easily pass a Navy inspection.

The admiral, a big man with short-cropped iron-gray hair and a tanned and deeply lined face, looked fit and healthy for a man of his advanced age. Despite his age and his casual civilian attire, I could see that he retained his military bearing and command presence. He offered me a cup of coffee and a cigar in a deep, rich voice that a stage actor or military drill instructor would envy.  

I set up my small tape recorder and laid my notebook and pen on the round table and sat in one of the chairs. Gray sat in the other chair, handed me a cigar and poured us coffee from a carafe.

We drank the good and strong Navy-style coffee, lit the fine cigars and Gray asked me about my late father and my family. He also asked about my doing security work in the U.S. Navy and later as a Defense Department civilian employee. 

Gray noticed that on my left wrist I wore a stainless-steel, black-faced Rolex Submariner diver's watch, like the one he was also wearing on his left wrist. He asked me if I were a diver.

Strictly a sports diver, I replied, and an amateur at that. I spoke of my sports diving in oceans around the world from the Philippines and Hawaii to the Virgin Islands and Jamaica, places Gray also knew well. I told the admiral that my Rolex Submariner was my prize possession, given to me years ago by a beautiful young woman as a 30th birthday present. I married her one month later.

Gray cracked a smile at that. He said that like many frogmen, pilots, astronauts, aquanauts and other military men, he'd worn his Rolex Submariner during most of his career.  

Now I’m a proud Navy veteran, an unabashed patriot and a big supporter of the military. But even after all these years, I still possess my old enlisted man’s distrust of military brass. I've always had problems with authority, yet I felt there was something genuine and down-to-earth about this old admiral.

When I first addressed him as "Admiral Gray," he responded "I'm retired. Call me Gordon."

Gray picked a box up from the floor and slid it across the table towards me. I opened it and saw that it contained records, files and photographs. The box, one of two dozen I would eventually receive, contained Blue Moray’s declassified official Command History during the years that Gray commanded the team. The box also contained various other declassified documents and reports. Gray said he cleared the records with the Navy and they could now be released to me.

I looked over a batch of photos that I pulled out of the box, some of which were marked "Mexico, 1965″ and showed Gray as a younger, leaner, dark-haired and ruggedly handsome man.

I knew the public legend, but I asked Gray to begin our talks by providing a brief overview of his life and career before we concentrated on a specific time or incident in his life to cover in this initial session.

Admiral Gordon Gray, often described by friends as taciturn, looked uncomfortable talking about himself, but he took a long draw from his cigar and soldiered on to say that like me, he was born in Philadelphia, the birthplace of the U.S. Navy.

His father, a WWI Navy veteran, moved from rural Pennsylvania to South Philly to work on ships at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard. Gray, an only child, was born in a row home not far from the shipyard. His father instilled in him a love for the Navy and a love of country.

Gray said he was a city boy, but his father took him hunting up in the Pennsylvania Pocono Mountains every winter and he spent several summers working on an uncle's fishing boat off the South Jersey shore. This background helped prepare him for his Navy career in special operations.

Gray went on to say that he enlisted in the Navy at 17 and was sent to serve on a PT boat in the Philippine Islands prior to the outbreak of WWII. During the Japanese invasion of the Philippines, Gray’s PT boat was hit with a shell during an engagement with a Japanese destroyer.

Blown clear off the boat and into the night’s choppy, black water, Gray quickly recovered and discovered that he was the sole survivor of the PT boat crew. Gray, an all-round athlete who boxed for the squadron, was an excellent swimmer and he easily swam ashore. With only minor injuries, he sat on the beach and watched the naval battle rage.

Refusing to surrender to the Japanese occupying forces, Gray joined the American and Filipino guerrilla bands that were forming an active resistance. The young seafarer learned new skills such as guerrilla warfare and the art of espionage. The guerrillas harassed and spied on the occupying Japanese forces, providing vital information via the radio to the American forces in Australia.

Gray excelled in performing acts of sabotage as he became proficient with explosives. He earned a reputation as a fearless guerrilla fighter and a skillful intelligence operative.

Gray grimaced when he noted that the American and Filipino guerrillas knew him as "Kid Moray," his nickname from his pre-war boxing bouts, as he hit hard and fast like a moray eel.

In his last act as a guerrilla in the Philippines, Gray dropped silently from a fishing boat, swam ashore and penetrated deep inside an enemy garrison. Once inside the garrison he sought out a particularly vicious Japanese Kempei Tai colonel. Armed only with his Ka-bar knife, Gray took the brutal Japanese Secret Service officer in swift and close combat, killing him soundlessly. He then escaped back into the sea and swam to the fishing boat without alerting the Japanese guards.

The Japanese mounted a massive manhunt for the colonel’s executioner. Gray hid out in the jungle, but he was betrayed by a close Filipino friend in the guerrilla band and he was captured by the Japanese. Defiant in the face of torment and constant beatings, Gray was shipped back to Japan as a special prisoner on a Japanese warship.

Only a chance torpedo from an American submarine spared him the fate of being executed in Japan or spending the rest of the war as a prisoner. Once again, Gray found himself in the Pacific Ocean, amid wreckage and debris, alive and treading water.

Gray was picked up by the American submarine and after he changed into dry clothes, he was examined by a medical corpsman and given dinner. After dinner he had coffee with a naval intelligence officer that happened to be a passenger aboard the submarine.

He was debriefed by the intelligence officer. Considering Gray’s skills and experiences with swimming and explosives, the officer recommended that Gray volunteer for a new, classified, elite outfit that he heard was forming back in Florida.

"That elite outfit was UDT," Gray said.

Gray served as a UDT frogman in the Pacific for the rest of WWII. Twenty-four hours before General MacArthur waded ashore in triumphant return to the Philippines, Gray, along with my father and other members of UDT 5, swam in and performed night reconnaissance of the shoreline and later planted explosives to clear the way for the forthcoming amphibious landings. Gray had made this swim once before, but this time he was at the spearhead of a mighty invasion force.

Gray remained in UDT after the war and he later fought in the Korean War, where he earned an officer’s commission as an Ensign. In later years he served as an advisor to the Philippine military during the Huk rebellion and served as an advisor to the South Vietnamese early in the Vietnam War.

While serving on the CNO’s staff in the late 1950s, Gray, like a number of other special operations veterans, recommended expanding the mission of the UDT frogmen. When President Kennedy, the Ian Fleming fan, later ordered the Navy to develop a Special Operations outfit akin to the U.S. Army’s Green Berets, some of Gray’s ideas were adapted in the formation of the SEALs (Sea, Air and land).

In 1962 the Navy selected a small group of UDT officers and enlisted men and commissioned them as SEALs. The men were formed into SEAL Team One on the West Coast and SEAL Team Two on the East Coast. Gray and another small group of UDT men were also commissioned as SEALs and they formed the Special Security Group with Gray in command.

Gray returned to Vietnam with his new team and served several tours-of-duty. Blue Moray would go on to target terrorists, guerrillas, saboteurs, criminals and spies around the world for the next four decades under Gray. Although its current missions are highly classified, I knew that Blue Moray remains active today under another commanding officer.

Despite his often grim and hazardous duty, or perhaps because of it, Gray was typical of the young men in the Navy at the time. He had a reputation as a fun-loving, hell-raising, hard-drinking, and girl-chasing sailor. Gray modified his personal behavior when he married late in his life. He and his wife had a son who was now a serving naval officer.

Although Gray did not mention it, I knew that among his many medals and citations, he was awarded the Navy Cross, three Silver Stars and four Bronze Stars.

Concluding the overview of his career, Gray said that he wanted to begin our interview sessions with a story of an operation in Mexico in 1965. He spoke of being sent to Tijuana, Mexico in response to the murder of a young Navy officer.

"Our target was an international criminal with his own private navy." Gray said.

Gray began to recount a meeting he attended at the Pentagon in 1965. Gray, then a newly promoted commander, was called to the meeting by Captain James Moore, a special assistant to the CNO. Moore, a short, thin, gruff former combat submariner, told Gray that the CNO wanted him to attend a meeting with a FBN official.

The federal drug agent came to the Pentagon to brief Moore on the vicious murder of Fay in Mexico. The CNO was furious about the murder and wanted action. His order to send for "the frogman" was a clear indication of that.

Fay provided valuable assistance to the FBN by coordinating the tracking of the drug smugglers’ ships at sea by the U.S. Navy’s ships and aircraft, FBN Special Agent Tom Cobb told Moore and Gray.

Cobb, a stocky man with short brown hair and a tight-fitting, rumbled black suit, looked every bit like a hard-nosed, world-weary cop. Cobb began the briefing, occasionally glancing at the folder in front of him.

"We know that Lieutenant Edwin Fay was kidnapped, tortured and murdered by Neron Rodrigo," Cobb told the two naval officers sitting across from him. "Rodrigo is an international shipping magnate, but we also believe he is a major drug smuggler and a psychotic killer."

Cobb went on to say that Rodrigo’s shipping line provided cover for his crime empire. He was well known in the criminal world for his strength, deadly skills and a bull-like physique. Rodrigo made wide use of murder, violence, intimidation, bribery and corruption to protect his growing legitimate and criminal enterprises.

Rodrigo had criminal partners all over the world and the FBN received information from confidential informants that Rodrigo was in the process of establishing a partnership with Carlos Mendez, a major drug supplier in Mexico and American organized crime in the Western United States. This partnership, if established, Cobb explained, would flood the U.S. with heroin. Heroin addiction, the agent explained to the naval officers, was a growing national crisis.

Cobb helped himself to a class of water from the pitcher on the table. He took a huge gulp as if to wash down the distasteful story he had to tell the Navy officers.

"Rodrigo was a Tijuana street urchin with a nasty reputation for targeting American sailors," Cobb explained. "His mother worked the bars and entertained sailors and when Rodrigo became a teenager he would rob and assault sailors at knife-point, often stabbing them simply for his pleasure."

According to the Mexican police, Rodrigo hates Americans in general and American sailors in particular, as he believes his father was an American sailor who abandoned them. He also hated American sailors due to one young sailor who refused to be a victim.

Although the sailor had been staggering drunk when he left a Tijuana bar, closely followed by Rodrigo, the sailor was able to quickly disarm Rodrigo and knocked him out cold.

"He dragged Rodrigo back to the bar and dropped him in the doorway like a sack of mail," Cobb said bluntly.

Rodrigo was deeply humiliated and he soon extracted his revenge by targeting an another unfortunate American sailor who was walking tipsily down a back street. Rodrigo, ever-armed with a knife, savagely murdered the sailor.

The Mexican police went all out to arrest Rodrigo, but thanks to a rising young drug kingpin - his future Mexican partner, the Mexican police suspect - he was spirited away on a cargo ship heading to South American ports-of-call.

Rodrigo became a merchant seaman and over the years he became involved with criminal organizations in several countries, acting first as a smuggler and later as a paid contract killer for the various crime syndicates. His reputation grew steadily and he invested his considerable criminal earnings into a small shipping line. His shipping holdings were now so clouded in foreign registries and fronts that investigators did not know exactly what he owned or controlled, but they believed his holdings to be vast.

Cobb passed out surveillance photos to Moore. Moore glanced at them with a disdainful look and passed them to Gray. Gray saw that Rodrigo was in his early 50s and was a big, thick and heavy man. His powerful arms and torso stretched against his shirt. He had a flattened face, slicked back black hair and pitted-olive skin. He was by no means handsome, but with him in nearly every photo was a stunning, raven-haired beauty. Gray wondered who she was.

"Her name is Adoncia Prado," Cobb offered, reading Gray’s mind. "She is Rodrigo’s girlfriend."

According to their sources, Cobb continued, Rodrigo reacted angrily to the news that American narcotic agents brought in the U.S. Navy to perform naval and air surveillance of his ships. Rodrigo, the sources say, personally supervised the torture and murder of Fay. He bragged about the murder to his chief lieutenants. Although FBN sources were willingly to provide information about the crime, they could not, or would not, testify against Rodrigo in a Mexican or American court.

Cobb said that America had a strong ally in Mexico with Commandante Gregorio Alvero of the Mexican Federal Judicial Police. Alvero was an incorruptible police officer who supervised a small, tough squad of drug raiders.

Cobb said that Alvero was a fearless career policeman with a keen sense of humor that infuriated the criminals he pursued, such as Rodrigo.

As Gray listened, he stole another glance at the young woman’s photo. She possessed an angelic face, but Gray also detected an underlying toughness.

When the briefing ended, Captain Moore was clearly angered. He slapped the wood table and stood up. He chewed on his wet, slim cigar for a moment, as if he were chewing on his next words.

"This man - this murderer," he said slowly, spitting out bits of cigar leaf that hit the table top. "He is a clear threat to American national security. Why, he’s a damn criminal with his own damn navy!"

Moore ordered Gray to assist the FBN and the Mexican police in the murder investigation and take-down of Rodrigo. Another officer had been assigned to provide naval surveillance support to the federal drug cops, but he would remain safely in San Diego.

Cobb thanked the captain. Cobb handed Gray his business card and asked him to call later in the day. Cobb then gathered up his files and left the conference room.

"I want you to determine if in fact that Rodrigo murdered Fay," Moore said. "And if so, I want you to take him down."

"He may have gotten away with killing one American sailor when he was a teenage Tijuana street rat," Moore told Gray. "But he sure as hell will not skate on Fay’s murder. You make sure of that."

"Aye, aye, Sir."

As they left the conference room and walked down the Pentagon passageway, Moore advised Gray to remember the Barbary War.

"The American Navy has fought pirates before," Moore growled.

© 2010 By Paul Davis

Note: An earlier version of the above story originally appeared in the online journal When Falls the Coliseum.