a reply to: FinalAccount2008
My apologies for the verbosity, I like to try to be complete and give an idea at least of context...
As a foreign national reporting to the Chief of Counterintelligence in SA, I was a project manager/engineer/physicist with military contractors and
the military in South Africa (I am from Canada), and I performed research and prototyping development for Counterintelligence/Military Intelligence,
Armscor, SADF and QMG (and some of their contractors) primarily in weapons systems development. This was in the mid to late 80's when the Canadian
government was not so happy with the South African government. After four years of an insane workload, I decided it was time to get out of the
business. I knew I was on the short "list" (three attempts on my life - poisoning, land mines, shooting) and went to the Canadian Embassy/Consul in
Pretoria to ask for some form of assistance to get just my family back to Canada safely. I didn't want a situation where there would be any collateral
We met with Adriane Brazeau, the Administrative Consul, it's interesting that I was allowed into the Embassy/Consul fully armed (44, 9mmP and 4 clips
between the two of them). He knew who I was, after some discussion and handing him a nine page letter containing the "goods" on many SA officers and
government ministers, he outright refused my request to get my family back to Canada (wife, 6 yr old and a 1yr old infant). After about another 10
minutes of yelling by my wife, he finally offered to get my family out, but only if I was dead first. He was extremely specific on the conditions of
provisioning help. Kind of silly, since I had already decided to take the bullet as long as my family made it back to Canada safely, if it was to be
the way I ended, I didn't want them to see it happen. It was however a bit of a diversion on my part just in case, to buy me some time, since I knew
CI was monitoring the Canadian Embassy/Consul.
I quickly sold-off everything I could, including listing my house on the QT and organized tickets through an MI op I worked with (who lived in a ghost
house on Homestead in Bryanston), that had connections to other trustable MI ops at JHB airport. We started organizing and paying for the tickets that
were generated in false names at 6:30pm Saturday evening. By 8pm the tickets were organized and paid for, and we would be boarding our flight at
8:30am Sunday morning. Everything went off without a hitch, even going through customs, where the custom officer questioned me on the two large hard
drives (that contained all of my work on military base/border/keypoint security and weapon systems design) I was carrying in my camera case. We
boarded the flight (SAA Waterberg 747-200B combi) and flew to Brazzaville to refuel (there was no fuel there for the plane) and had to fly back to
Kinchasa on "fumes" before proceeding to Brussels. We landed without event and had a one night stop over in Brussels where I made the stupid mistake
of calling the MI op in SA to let him know we had made it to Brussels.
The next morning we ended up sleeping late and only had 15 minutes to get to the airport, however when we got there, the plane's (Sabina Airlines 747)
departure had been delayed from 10am to 12:30pm and they had screwed up our tickets, so they offered us business class, which was kind of nice. So, at
about 11:30am they allowed us to board the plane. While going up the port isle, I noticed some unusual activity outside of the plane, so I got the
wife and kids settled, walked out of their line of sight and took a closer look.
What did I see? A lot of guys in bulky body armor, helmets and face shields plus a very bulky looking container system/trailer being taken away. That
would be about the time I became concerned, I went to my wife and told her I would be back in a minute and then started upstairs looking for the
pilot. I was intercepted on the stairs by the head stewardess, I asked her what was going on outside and asked her if I could speak with the captain
(after I explained my concerns and who I had been working for in SA). She said she would ask him and I went back down the steps to my seat. After
about 15 minutes, she came back and took me towards the front of the plane away from everyone else and explained that there was a problem, but it had
Two suitcases had been loaded onto the plane without the passengers and they had found out that the passengers didn't exist on any flight. So airport
security was called to check the suitcases with sniffers at which point they found nitrates. The people outside in the body armor were a bomb disposal
team. Airport security was in the process of removing, checking and reloading all of the cargo. I went a bit "white" at that point as I felt the blood
drain from my face, she must have noticed because she asked me if I was ok. I told her fine and went back to my seat. I saw another stewardess and
started ordering double rye and cokes, while trying to decide whether I should get my family off the plane or not. We stayed on the plane and
obviously we made it back, but we were diverted to Boston even though our original destination was Toronto so we had to take a third plane, a DC-9
from Logan to TIA.
I learned a number of things in South Africa; bullets do have the right of way, experimental anesthetic will stop your heart, don't drive on roads
bordering a hot zone unless you know it's been swept for mines, never call and say where you are if your on the "list" as you don't know who is
listening and if you ever run into trouble, don't EVER go to the Canadian Embassy, they will by design, negligence or good old-fashioned stupidity get
you killed, unless of course you use them to divert attention through their own lack of security protocols.
This is just one, two day event, three if you include the visit to the embassy a month or so prior. I could write a book, oh wait, I did LOL on
military and government corruption ;-) Maybe I should tell you about "fun" in Angola with the MLA or snipers in the Limpopo Valley or how to bribe
government ministers or my trip to San Antonio when I was G7'd or tax and public funds frauds in Canada or etc. or etc. or etc. (gives Jim F at CSIS
the nod). I've had a strange life....
Cheers - Dave
edit on 5/25.2014 by bobs_uruncle because: (no reason given)