posted on Dec, 6 2008 @ 03:45 AM
(PART 2)
This same diplomat requested me and the other 3 members of my team (no I was not in charge) on 7 other occasions. Once more to Germany, twice to Japan
and two times stateside. The other two I am not sure of. The three to Germany and Japan were nothing but dull days in the hotel and hanging out in the
nightlife, which was enjoyable. On the last run to Germany I was injured and expected to be shipped home to recover, but instead was stuck in a
hospital in Germany not seeing anyone for nearly a week. I was then shipped back to Korea and sat another 4 days in the hospital at Camp Casey,
partially because some of the stitches had come loose during the flight. During this entire time I was not allowed out of my room and the only ones
who were allowed to see me under escort were my commanding officer and my First Sergeant. I was informed I was not allowed to tell them where I had
gone, or how I had gotten injured.
If you have ever been in the military then you will know that when your Captain and First Sergeant shows up to visit you it is merely for show. This
was no exception for my Captain, but my First Sergeant I think was feeling guilty for getting me into this situation.
Two days later I was back at my post and serving light duty for two weeks.
A month later I got a call saying I was to report for duty. A basic military sedan picked me up in front of the Post Commanders Office about three
hours later and I was driven to Seoul where I met up with the other three members of my team. One of the guys was new. I was told that the one he had
replaced had gotten injured and wouldn’t be coming back.
The next morning we were on a military hop to Japan where we picked up our package. The same diplomat that we had had the other times.
Now, prior to my getting injured I had escorted a few other diplomats in country, but this one is the only one that I had escorted anywhere else.
When we landed at Presidio, which was officially closed at the time (or so I was informed) we were taken to an office that my team spent a full day in
answering questions, taking tests and signing papers. Papers that stated if we spoke to anyone about what we had seen, would see, had heard, would
hear, and all the other hoops they like to make you jump through, we were told in no uncertain terms that we would not have a trial, but thrown into
the darkest hole they could find and buried. Today it makes me think about G.B.
At this point we met back up with our diplomat and drove to a small airfield and boarded a very nice little jet. We flew to Vegas and sat another day
in one of the bays at the airport that they had setup cots in. We never left the bay. The diplomat stayed in one of the offices.
The next day we were joined by two other teams and their packages.
After being strip searched and having all but what they gave us to wear, including the packages we were escorting, we all boarded another plan that
was blacked out and headed off to who knows where. When we landed I remember how hot it was. I thought Vegas had been hot, and a little humid, but
this place was miserably hot. When they opened the door to the plane it was like they opened a blast furnace. It was still early morning.
Due to the relatively short flight I literally thought we had been taken to Area 51 when I looked back on it years later, but it wasn’t until I
happened to move to the area that I realized exactly where we had been taken.
When we got off the plane we were loaded into three different blacked out vans and drove for about a half hour over some very rough roads. When we
stopped we were in a building and there was nothing but a large metal plate in the middle of the floor. We were told to stand on the plate that had a
post with a control box on it and the sides folded up and we went down several floors. I do not know exactly how many, but I do know it was more than
ten and less than thirty.