In January 1944, the US Army Chief of Staff sent Jonathan Preston to the China-Burma-India Theater to work jointly with the British Special Operations Executive. His mission assignments were so highly classified that they were verbally delivered by US Army colonels flying into Calcutta directly from the Pentagon.
Excerpt from my third novel Dominion of Gold.
Luzon Island, Philippines
The next morning, Jon and George were being strapped into the back seat of two Douglas SBD Dauntless dive bombers. At 0300 hours, four dive bombers, plus the two the agents, took off to strike a convoy of Japanese heavy trucks traveling on the road from San Fabian to San Fernando City; the dive bombers were escorted by four Grumman F6F Hellcat night fighters.
Just before dawn, one of the Hellcat’s radar picked up the truck convoy crossing a bridge two miles south of Cabo. The fighters led the way and strafed the trucks; one truck exploded. The dive bombers then zeroed in and dropped four 500-pound bombs each.
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If you would have told me back in 1970 that one day I would be a published author, I would have told you, “Those are fighting words.”
Really, I hated writing throughout high school and college. I hated it so much that I took nine extra courses and went the non-thesis route for my master’s degree.
Camille Dupont noticed Jon Preston’s gaze move from her to the entrance of the ballroom of the Ambassador Hotel. She turned her head and saw a party of six entering the room, three men and three women. Camille tensed when she recognized the face of one of the women as a suspected Japanese agent, as she entered with the Indochinese delegation. The agent was more beautiful in person. Her hair was short and matched her oval face. Either she was a mix of Japanese and French, or her eyes had been altered surgically, because they were not typically Japanese. Camille guessed the later.
After the four operatives had pulled the boat into the jungle and covered it with tree limbs and brush, they sat down on a fallen tree to rest. It was getting lighter, and they began hearing the calls of a few dozen birds. By sunrise they saw doves, woodpeckers, and kingfishers flying about the trees and many other birds that they could not identify.
Li Naw was sitting against one of the prop roots, under a large Banyan tree near edge of his village, guarded by a dozen Japanese soldiers pointing their automatic rifles directly at him. His wounded right leg wrapped in a bloody piece of cloth ripped from one of the dead villagers laying nearby. His eyes were darting left and right looking for his oldest son. His wife and daughter were lying dead on the elevated porch of his now burning basha in the center of the village.
With the war going badly in Europe in 1941, President Roosevelt formed the Office of the Coordinator of Information (COI) and named his longtime friend, William J. Donovan, answerable only to the President, as its first director on July 11, 1941. Less than a year later, the COI was transformed into the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) – an arm of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, charged with collecting and analyzing strategic information and performing covert military operations.
It all started in September of 1995, when an military veteran of World War Two from Columbus, contacted me. For anonymity sake, let’s call him Jonathan Preston. Jonathan had found out from a friend that I was a writer and history buff. He wanted to meet with me and tell me about his experiences in World War Two. It was now fifty years after the war ended, everything was declassified and he could finally talk about it. The term “declassified” caught my interest. When I asked him to tell me a little about it over the phone, he said, “No, but trust me, you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”
By now, another cold front had moved in, and rain was falling as well as the temperature. It was perfect weather for intelligence gathering. The enemy would not have the alertness they would normally have if the weather were clear and sunny. German sentries would be more concerned about staying dry and keeping warm than keeping a lookout. The temperature was now in the teens. Plus, the Germans had a tight ring around the beachhead.
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