Family Secrets – Part 1

This is a story that could not be told for 20 years of a spy and his family. Learn about how he became a spy, the cover ups and the many secrets. And that was just his family that lived among you.

Keep ’em Flying

Ever wonder how families traveled with their military sponsor in highly classified situations?

Most of this story is of my own personal experiences that many brats can identify to and enjoy.  Because our story is tied directly to my father, I thought you would first like to know how a mechanic from Detroit became a spy.

When I had uncovered all the activities in dad’s intelligence unit, a fascinating story appeared.  This is what we are going to first lead into after introducing my father to you.  Be prepared for some lessons in history, deception and an inside look at how intelligent operations are ingeniously designed.  The one we will be exposing here I call The Triple Layered Cake.  We will even expose some cover ups involving the UFO’s.

Other brats can say their dads were pilots or cooks or mechanics and we have a pretty clear picture of what they did. It is not that easy for us who had fathers in the intelligence fields. We were always limited in what we could say so it was easier not to say anything at all.  We were promised that we were going to be  told what my father’s activities were all about 20 years later. This type of thing is still going on right now in other families around the globe.


 The Beginning

The best place to start would be to explain how a boy working in a Detroit factory in the late 1930’s could end up spying in foreign countries he had never heard of.

Dad had gone through WWII flying in a B-25 light bomber and decided to make the Air Force his career after the war was over. He had been a local high school sports star in Detroit, a four letter man, was drafted from the Cadillac aircraft engine factory prior to the war. He wanted to volunteer but thought he would be treated better if he was drafted. This should give you an idea of how far he had to go in the military just to just catch up to reality.

He was put into the Army Air Corp and absolutely loved flying. He did have a bit of a head start technically because he built air craft engines in that Detroit factory so he rose in rank quickly. He melded so well into the military style, even his drill instructor remained a life long friend and whose family attended his funeral when his end came. Within two years, he went from buck private to a four stripe staff sergeant.

Even some of his activities prior to the war are shrouded. He was in the military some time before the Japanese came to Pearl Harbor. 

He was with General Lemay (Founder and first commander of the Strategic Air Command) when he was breaking records with the B-17,  His picture appears twice in the book about General Lemay called the Iron Eagle. This has been verified with other family members and the original of one of the pictures is in our family albums. The names under the pictures in the book are false because it was written during that 20 year black out period.

After WWII came the Korean War. He was a tech sergeant by then. We were living in a barracks in California with seven other families at the time because the newly formed Air Force did not have adequate housing. There are other articles and blogs describing what this experience was like. In one word: fantastic! The most fun a kid could ever have.

One day, we woke up to boxes being packed in the kitchen and machine guns being mounted on the front gate on a sunny California morning. American troops in Korea were being pushed back into the sea. Dad was one of the first to be sent over from the States. We were stuck on a train and sent back to family in Detroit.
He was to be in a new type of squadron that was badly needed immediately at the front. For the first time, America was using jet aircraft in a war… and they had a problem.

The jets flew too fast to see the enemy on the ground and did not have enough fuel to look around much. The planes in dad’s squadron would find targets for them. They would also guide naval gunnery from ships in the Japanese Sea including the famous battleship U.S.S. Missouri. It was dangerous for pilots and disastrous for the planes they flew. That’s where dad came in.

The war had started before a plane could be designed for this type of mission so a surplus aircraft was used.  You can see what they eventually came up with in the movie BAT 21.  

The plane they were given to start with in far off Korea was an old WWII two seat trainer known as the AT-6 Texan. It was rugged and could fly low and slow all day long and…they were expendable. They looked very much like the powerful sandies flown fifteen years later in Viet Nam. Except the T-6 was a tail dragger (no nose wheel) on the ground like most small planes of its era.

The T-6’s were expected to take lots of damage and this is where dad’s expertise in aircraft maintenance got him assigned to the squadron. Because the unit’s primary mission was to find the enemy, they were officially an intelligence operation even though he was just a mechanic in the whole scheme of things. The planes were unarmed but carried a pretty bad sting so they called themselves the Mosquito Squadron.

Forty pilots in dad’s unit alone were killed during the “conflict” and some ground action occurred as well because they were often close to the front. The favorite story I heard  was about what they called “the water truck races.”

Every time they sent the water truck out, it would get riddled with bullet holes. The faster they drove back, the more water that would still be in it when it got back to base. 

The Mosquitoes were very successful, got the Presidential Unit Citation. 

The planes came back so badly shot up, they ran out of patches and used beer cans to plug bullet holes.  His job was to keep them flying and it looks like he did pretty good.  They gave him another stripe and the Bronze Star.


Taking the Plunge


After Korea, the cold war had gone into full swing. The intelligence forces were being built up so they wouldn’t let dad go back to his prior job in bombers. Dad would never be in a flight crew again.

They decided to increase his intelligence role and still use his technical knowledge. As soon as he returned from Korea he was sent off for intelligent training for several months, then we were sent to a couple of places for his further training and experience which included mountaineering in Colorado.  Then he was assigned to a counter insurgency squadron in Pennsylvania.

We went with him to these different locations. It required me to go to four schools in the fifth grade. Regulations did not exist at that time limiting frequency of family moves. Guess the first clue that our lives had drastically changed is when dad had a bunch of guys from the squadron over to the house in Pennsylvania.

Most of them were Hungarians that had just escaped their country when it was overrun by the Russians. They were in the Air Force earning their citizenship. They brought their mandolins and sang songs in Hungarian that, from the sound of their laughter, were not R rated. The American girls found their accents quite attractive. After leaving Pennsylvania, we never saw those men again.



Next, Part 2: Enter the world of deception.


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  1. Intruiging so far….

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