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THE
PSYCHE OF A TRAINED MILITARY ASSASSIN
By Lieutenant Colonel Daniel
Marvin
U.S. Army Special Forces
(Retired)
30 December 2006
People should
know who and where I was when, like a human robot, I eagerly and without
question participated directly as an "operative" in government sponsored illegal
activities perpetrated by certain powers against any individual, government or
activity who would attempt to disrupt the absolute rule of our "hierarchy."
Documented and
corroborated testimony of what I had done during 21 years of military service
that was of an evil or illegal nature now serve as the foundation of my crusades
against evil in our government. I care because the truth matters. Those of us
who have the will to must act courageously and with integrity to communicate
what we have experienced. We must include direct first-hand knowledge of what
happened in Dallas on 22 November 1963 and in succeeding days, months and years,
as those same forces within our government who conspired to kill our president
continue to do what is "necessary" to silence those who would bring forth
evidence to prove the who, what, when and where of the conspiracy and to
judiciously disrupt actions taken to cover them up.
The conspiracy
must be brought to light, the perpetrators punished, and justice meted out. I
believe if another decade passes without full disclosure of the facts it will
render the potential for justice in this matter practically impossible. As time
drags on it will be outright fear that silences witnesses who are aging and who
may desire to voluntarily withdraw from the fray so as to shield loved ones from
danger. Caution may very well prevail against the integrity and courage of
witnesses now willing to come forward such as Dennis David, Jerry Willsey and
myself. We may one day in the not too distant future reach an age when we
desire to steer clear of any involvement in such an awesome controversy, knowing
what forces can be brought to bear to silence us.
That fact alone
continues to light the fire of promise and the need for action in my being. The
reader must know what resides within the heart, soul, and psyche of a man who is
a trained military assassin and terrorist. I now search for a way to inform the
world of the truth of certain heinous deeds and evil actions perpetrated by
powerful men (even within the military hierarchy) whose drive for power and
hunger for influence and monetary gain direct their ways. It will cause them to
turn on honorable people and to foster, even develop and direct, illegal, even
murderous actions, which deny the citizens of this once great nation their
constitutional rights and safeguards.
Those who know me
as a born-again Christian can readily appreciate and understand why, within
hours of John F. Kennedy's assassination, I volunteered for U.S. Army Special
Forces training and was drawn into circumstances and forces that molded my
warrior-like psyche and compelled me to strive to be one of those who JFK
admired: the men who wore the Green Beret!
Within five
months of his death I graduated from the Special Forces Officer's Course at Fort
Bragg, North Carolina. By mid-April 64 I had absorbed the basic fundamentals of
unconventional warfare, civic action, special demolitions, martial-law,
assassination techniques, and terror tactics. I had earned the right to wear
the coveted Army Green Beret. Unknown to my wife, family, or friends outside
Special Forces, I would soon be involved in clandestine missions which often
included doing what most rational human beings believe to be unacceptable, even
despicable. My penchant for danger was not solely the product of the school at
Fort Bragg. It began much earlier in life. I was born, raised, and thrived in
an arena of adversity, doing my best when under extreme physical and
psychological stress. I sought danger, bored with the norm. Born at home in
Detroit, Michigan on October 10th 1933, I had only a welfare nurse attending.
My older brother Bill and I were raised by our gritty, hard-working, loyal
Mother at a time when jobs were few and far between, particularly for a woman.
My good-for-nothing father had left my mother in the company of a 16 year old
girl the day I was born. So much for him! Day old bread, soup lines, and
door-to-door begging for vegetables and canned goods were an accepted and
necessary means of survival for us. W e had love and hope; that was sufficient
to keep us going. I was five when Mother decided Chicago would be a better
place for us to live.
The back-alleys
and roof-tops of south-side Chicago helped to develop my spirit of adventure.
At the age of eleven I would not hesitate to lead others who shared the same
enthusiasm to engage in activities involving great danger, going where
proverbial angels "feared to tread." But then, isn't the world full of different
types of people? I like the poem by Jean Larte' Guy, titled "TWO ARMIES" that I
was given a Xerox copy of during guerrilla warfare
training:
"I'D LIKE TO HAVE
TWO ARMIES":
"One for display with lovely
guns, tanks, little soldiers, staffs, distinguished and
doddering Generals and dear little regimental
officers who would be deeply concerned
over their General's bowel movements or their
Colonel's piles; an Army
that would be shown for a modest fee on every fairground in the country."
"The other would be the real
one - composed entirely of young enthusiasts in camouflage uniforms, who would
not be put on display, but from whom impossible efforts
would be demanded and to whom all sorts of
tricks would be taught. That is the
Army in which I would like to fight."
The U.S. Army
Special Forces - the elite "Green Berets" - were that "real one" and each and
every one of us knew our place in the scheme of things. If the Central
Intelligence Agency (CIA) - the "Company" as we commonly referred to it - needed
people for some dirty or dangerous covert mission - it would likely look to us
for volunteers. The uninformed or uninitiated think of the typical CIA
operative as being one who risks his life daily in the clandestine pursuit of
intelligence from those evil forces in the world who would want to do us harm.
Not so - In actuality the combined risk to the entire agency only resulted in a
total of fifty agency personnel being killed in the line of duty in the first
half-century they'd been in business. Hardly characteristic of extreme danger,
but it's true. Why is the honor roll so small? I suggest to you that it is
because the people on the ground who do the really dangerous stuff - the
killing, the terrorizing, and sabotage - are people from outside the agency.
Special Forces personnel like me, even common
criminals loaned to the Company by underworld bosses, would be used and then
maintained on the "rolls" or discarded in one fashion or another when the powers
that be consider them "expendable." Retired former Green Beret Major John Strait
put it clear and simple: "They [the CIA] use you like a condom. Once you've
served their purpose, they shit-can you." Unconventionally oriented men who
naturally gravitate to dangerous work environments and who bare up well under
stress, whether from the military or Mafia resource pool, were sought by the
agency to do those "dastardly deeds."
These men would
be the assassins, the persuaders, the terrorists for the intelligence
"community." A Green Beret, trained to function in these roles, may be
philosophically more akin to a Mafia enforcer or a brother clandestine operative
than would be the educated CIA "handlers," conventional military personnel, or
civilians.
Each of the
former is in a sense a cold-blooded killer. Does it matter who gives the order
or whether the "hit" is for territorial control by the Mob or a call to duty to
preserve "national security," if that killing is indeed illegal? Assassinations
and other deadly clandestine activities are not legal. They should never be
used to "defend the national interests" or for any other so-called "political
necessity." Each and every man in my Special Forces operational "A" Team in
Vietnam was a kindred spirit. Each was strong, brave, resourceful, and a loyal
team player who would let nothing interfere with the conduct of the mission.
Most of my men
lacked a formal education beyond high school, but to a man they were street-wise
and endowed with the ingenuity, common sense and courage essential to perform
well in an unconventional military environment. Men who engage in clandestine
activities are usually tight-lipped and not likely to discuss such matters with
people of dissimilar modus operandi and feel that such talk is taboo around the
home. Even when conversing with those who walk the same walk, actual facts
relating to a successful "mission" are seldom so much as hinted at. There is,
after all, no statute of limitations on aiding the enemy, mutiny or murder
(Art.43, UCMJ).
I was nine years
old when I first experienced the sight and circumstance of a dead man. He was a
middle-age black man and his still-warm body hung from a rope noose tied to a
rafter in a garage that opened onto an unpaved alley separating blacks from
whites in Chicago's south side. Grotesque, yes, yet it didn't frighten me. Two
years later I formed a small gang of five street-wise, tough boys my age. In
the beginning we got together to protect old ladies from thieving
high-school-age gangs that roamed Southside Chicago's mean streets in the Great
Depression. I led ambushes using Indian tactics gleaned from watching Western
movies through a roof-vent atop the Ken Theater on 47th Street. We regularly
fought and always won. It got to be "the thing to do" regardless of what our
adversaries had or hadn't done to helpless old women. Al Capone, Chicago's own
imprisoned and self-proclaimed Robin Hood was then our hero. A typical day
would find us skipping school, begging groceries, stealing candy, or jumping
roof-top to roof-top from one apartment building to another.
The day Mother
saw me scoot out our front door carrying a cross-bow I had fashioned from bits &
pieces of factory trash; she decided it was time we move to the country. I
maintained my independent and tough nature, ran away from home, hopped freight
trains, played around with dynamite, fought with my bare fists and aggressively
assumed command of any situation I came to be involved in. I enlisted in the
U.S. Army when I was old enough to do so without mother's permission.
The war was on in
Korea and I wanted to fight. That is just what I did. A decade later I'd
volunteered for and earned my green beret and I was eager to do any job, no
matter how heinous, how illegal, or how brutal, so long as it was said to be
critical to our nation's best interests. No different than others I demanded no
proof other than their telling me it was for "the flag."
Was it macho? Yes.
Intelligent? No. Patriotic? I thought so! I have since gained wisdom and now
question my former motivations since becoming a Christian on the 29th of
January, 1984 when my daughter led me to accept our Lord and Saviour Jesus
Christ in my heart.
Since then I have
fought hard to make the truth of our illegal acts public as I had become a new
person. It took time, but my old ways did pass away, even my smoking and hard
drinking, and the new man in me wanted to confess what I'd done and clean up the
psychological wounds of subterfuge and corruption. The more I get to know the
Lord and have faith in His strength, the more courage I draw from Him. I pray
daily for the truth to be known and for justice to prevail. I do recognize that
it is dangerous to blow the whistle on clandestine operations of our
government. I know how they use people within and without our government to
neutralize, even terminate those who chose to spill the beans: I know because I
was once a part of it. The most personally agonizing part of my struggle is the
affect it has had and continues to have on my family as I continue to tell what
I know of the evil works of our government. I pray that the efforts of myself
and others to bring to light the nefarious deeds of our government impact the
conscience of the American people to the extent that they demand justice be
done. I am ashamed of what we have, by inaction or pure cowardice, allowed this
once great nation to become. It is time for action.
It is now that we
must bring the truth to light as it relates to the JFK assassination conspiracy
and its continuing cover-up by those within our government who perpetrated that
execution of a sitting president. I believe that same group of power brokers
was directly responsible for the death of U.S. Navy Lt. Cmdr. William Bruce
Pitzer and the silencing of many others by whatever means necessary who would
have otherwise helped to bring the truth to light. I was asked to kill Pitzer.
I thank God I refused. Someone did kill him. - He was an innocent man who
possessed what the intelligence community did not want made public - the actual
photos of the JFK autopsy which prove the conspiracy. Commander Pitzer was
silenced. The people of this nation deserve to know the truth. We must end the
silence with a cry for justice. Let us move forward with determination, stay in
the battle and fight for the truth to be known and the evil ones punished. I am
ready to testify that I was asked in August 1965 to murder LCDR William Bruce
Pitzer and Dennis David is prepared to testify to his direct knowledge of the
wicked rationale behind the CIA's request that Pitzer be silenced. Gerald
Willsey is willing to testify to having been a part of a TOP SECRET Portable
Atomic Weapon delivery team with a primary contingency mission to blow the
hydroelectric plant at the ASWAN High Dam in Egypt that would have been
disastrous to the population down-river from that dam in the mid 1960s.
I urge every
American who would want their children or grandchildren to find this world a
safer and more God-fearing place to write your Congressional Representative and
your Senators and demand that they hold a hearing about illegal government
activities and that they invite those who have been a willing part of that,
including but not limited to Dennis David, Gerald Willsey and me to testify. We
must protect our future generations and not permit any of our armed forces to be
future Expendable Elite!
©2006 LTC Daniel Marvin, US
Army Special Forces (Retired)
Liberty To The Captives
Podcast:
Green Beret Lt. Col. Daniel Marvin (Retired) Blows the Whistle on CIA-Directed
Assassination Campaigns
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LTC Daniel Marvin: Biographical Sketch,
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