(Note: I mailed this with that Kenya sentence in it just two weeks prior to Kenya suddenly blowing up. Just luck. I did not have a glue. -Michael)
General William E. Ward Vice Admiral Robert T. Moeller Ambassador Mary Carlin Yates AFRICOM Dear Ambassador Yates, General Ward and Admiral Moeller, Permission to speak frankly as you three are in deep doo doo. You learned nothing from Lebanon? The militia was part of a female social organization the power of which surprised both the CIA and Mossad. The greater war for Africa looms. First we had the stupidity of Admiral Timothy J. Keating with his almost nuke terrorist exercise in Charleston, S.C. I posted letter to him on Internet prior (over 14,000 readers first week) and the exercise that would have given too much away called off. See http://www.midcoast.com/~michael1/webnukeletter.htm But you go into deeper shit. Coastal meetings have taken place that starts the process of Africa working together as one country . It will: but not in that fashion. That is the outside. As Mao understood prior to his long march the interior is far more important. You continue to play sides against each other. It did not work in many groups / religions Lebanon and it will not work in Africa. Africa will collect from the inside. It will not be ordered. No, (at least visible), central command. Who will you be fighting then? Terrorists? Are a group of guys who shoot soldiers in the back when there is no declared war terrorists? Of course they are. It happened. They met later in a barn frightened that the government would come after them and hang them for treason. But a rider pulls up and informs them that a revolution is afoot. Ethan Allen names his group the Green Mountain Boys and continues. You did right when you set up a CIA listening post in Gulu (Christian Science Monitor). But you didnt listen. You wish to prosecute Joseph Kony. He was caught between the old Black Jewish sects of Ethiopia, Christians and Muslims. The Lords Revolution Army was: One God, Ten Commandments or we shoot you. Seems nonsensical until you realize that it is a common denominator that you dare not go past. So even if UN captures and hangs him after peace declared, so what? It was not that specific philosophy but the general concept that spread to Lebanon. As it will now spread (from inside out) in Africa. That seed is sown: the ground fertile. Admiral Moeller, You learned nothing from General Van Riper? First you overlook the sinking of the H.M.S Sheffield because only other navies (secretly our friends) could do such. And you held that view even after surprise Soviet naval maneuvers of 1984. Missiles better than that French missile can now be hid in the sand on the seabed. Woods Hole Oceanagraphic Hydrods can only detect metal to 3 meters. You even used platoons of dolphins off the Gunsten Hall. But you had to keep bringing in animal trainers because of dolphin boredom. You sent down divers over every point you saw a trawler stop in the Golf. Think that is enough? Attack on Cole and whatever was in Aqaba was inept compared to what is coming. John Lehman made a big point about loosing surface ships as sometimes necessary citing Midway. How many do you think you could afford to loose in this day and age, sir? You nixed the Land Attack DD 21 in favor of Littorals. All four are out of San Diego because of Malacca. Before you tried to protect that 1200 miles of shoreline with rubber boats and fifty caliber. Think this is better? You can bury effective missiles in the sand with launchers made from nothing but liquid vinyl and sawdust. About anything else you would need can be picked up at Toys-R-Us. Those Littorals are now only targets. General Ward, Sir, there is one thing you will never do here. You will never be able to define the battlefield. A non-military for intel? More shades of Rummy, sir? What is being shown as prime target? If Algeria example, it will be the UN. Of course. See play at link above. Ambassador Yates, Ahmadinejad states recently that he is holding another unspecified card re: nukes. What do you imagine this is? See also play at link above. Hedley Donovan was the best at naval intelligence in WW II. (Song from South Pacific, Happy Talk was tribute.) Once in Hawaii he had only a short time to locate Jap fleet. He puts out simple directive to spies on every island. They had to go down to the local bar and report the talk as either happy or serious, nothing in-between. With just this he located fleet at Leyte Gulf. In the same sense if you want to see what is connecting in Africa watch for those army Toyota pick-ups that have the most females with the soldiers (as Lebanon). But that wont even do. They will think of this also. I see just what you are doing. What I think about your present relationship with Kenya is unprintable. Perhaps some poetry will express this better. Poetry follows. With all respect, Sincerely, Michael Donovan 39 Megunticook Street Camden, ME 04843 Phone 236 6508 Former service # RA12694904 Af Tinkanoo Gulu Go In the council fires of Gulu, are there minds not set to fool you? Do not they see strong minds in saucers? In strange lights that feel like alters? In last twilight smoke and haze, does not the falcons flight seem crazed? But they heard more talk from Poko, Bakavu and Luingu. Hear too talk from Tabora and Kavinda and Lisala. And the old men smoke the old pipes. And the young men hold new rifles. Look to old men through the smoke haze. Far south in big Kampala, by the green lake, in the white house Sits the leader, Museveni, in the mirror he gives long gaze. He sees his hands upon his bald head. His head shines within the mirror. And he thinks of the new rebels, for some years ago he was one. Knows he well of their strong longings Knows being stripped of all belongings Knows the fury of machete, and the grenade and the rifle. Knows that yearning will not stifle, for not long ago he was one. Much far north in north Uganda, much more north than even Gulu In the reed swamp banks of White Nile Kneels the young girl Af Tinkanoo, by the eddies of rush Nile. Her black limbs have seen ten summers But now they shake and sweat and tremor In the breeze that move the rushes, Af Tinkanoo cannot smile. In her mind are strange short gray men. At first she thought them mean men. How took her soul for long night while. Large black eyes that shone and pierced then Seared her soul above the Nile. Faces more like hippo leather, more like old lizard from the weather Pinned her to slab by high mind voo doo Move black arms her mind could not do And she stiffened tight in terror As more needles came to scare her. She felt crunch her bone and gristle, heard an eerie high-pitched whistle. She felt sure that she was dying But her mind began untying. She knew somewhere she was but sleeping But now her wake dream mind was weeping As visions came for her safe keeping Visions far beyond the Nile. Now in sunlight by the waters, in the rustling reeds and high grass Used her mothers old black see glass To twist her eyes to see the red mark, the red mark behind her ear. Then her mind in some part dying, then her mind in some part waking Said deep within her baking, Said in sun hot blaze awaking, Said, Af Tinkanoo, no more tear. Feeling mad and sane and stronger, feeling old but much much younger Af Tinkanoo slept in sunlight Kept sleeping through the twilight Sleeping most through half the moonlight And waking far before the dawn. And she woke with the feeling, younger older saner stronger Tying sandals and bright colors Began her maddened one-one song. Before dawn she fed new fire, by the hut of her strong Uncle Cracked grain in gray pot simmered As new dawn through green leaf glimmered And she felt the strength of kindred As she sang her one-one song. Soon she saw the smile of Uncle, as he wakened to the cooking The sweet smell of cracked grain simmered Smile came through beard that he was stroking As Af Tinkanoo more fire was stoking Sang Uncle, Af Tinkanoo, ta ta ta. Then she insist to follow Uncle, even though he frown say, Go back. Through the grassy path to arms cache Where the men would clean the rifles Arm bandoleers and small grenade packs. And the men would work and chatter, pass the ammo up the ladder And blow the bugle, Taaa Raaa, Ta Ta. Some were chosen for the trip south, and her Uncle was among them. A risky trip to Gulu, in a pick-up truck that fit ten With packs on bumpers, fenders, side steps, A trek with risk not taken often. Af Tinkanoo climbed in truck too, the men laughed for this would not do. Tried to move her, she resisted, In luggage rack her arms were twisted Til they stopped and looked at Uncle Who frowned and slung his rifle And then sighed, said She cook for men. Af Tinkanoo sang with motor, and she learned to say Toyota In the dust and on the road ruts With her hands on luggage rack rust South to Gulu she was shook. Noon on second day it took, til driver shouted, Gulu, look! And saw the camps were built part circle Round bout Gulu in a hook. But south in big Kampala, by the big green lake in white house Sits old leader, Museveni, in the mirror he sees blue haze. He sees gone years in fresh amazement Gazed back years to old encampments He thinks back bloody fire fights, and the comradeship through nights, Knew he screaming of the wounded Knew he moaning of the dying Knew the time that he was buying For the children sharing rifles Taught them fury of machete, and black grenade and the rifle. And the faces came before him, in the blue haze, in the white house Girls and boys who did the fighting, did the killing, did the dying. And he remembered young girl Tinka What a fighter! What an eyeful ! And he said, What came of Tinka? Then he remembered. Did more sighing. For Tinka turned a woman, and Tinka wounded when with child. With AIDs sickness and with leg wound Tinka died within the wild. But he had heard she had a daughter Who was carried down the waters Through streams of rushing laughing waters To ths safety of White Nile. Tinka held her child in sickness, Tinka held her child as dying. As in mud hut she lay lying. Called her brother, Take her, take her. Her voice a raspy murmur pine. Oh dear brother, take her, take her, Just let me smell her one more time. As the sun set west of Gulu, sun lit storm clouds west of Gulu From far west, far west from Dungu Dark clouds would not let sun through The men knew soon rain upon them And they strengthened tents, retied them. And the council tent of Gulu, re-lashed re-battened for the storm. Round center fire sat beard old men Frowns and murmurs through the feathers While round and round the wizened elders White teeth flashing by the embers White teeth, young rifles stood. Busy women back at cook fires, making sandals from the truck tires Saw sure rain would come upon them Rushed to cover, keep dry, wood. As the full moon rose with darkness, a deep blood moon aside Mars They sang softly, covered dry wood As the rain clouds covered stars. As the rain came Af Tinkanoo left the women, left the dry wood. Thinking not of rain pour, she left colors, left rain hood. Af Tinkanoo cant keep heart still In a madness runs to council Walks to old men where she stood. One, one, one, tones Af Tinkanoo, One, one, one, one finger up. Old men pinned in amazement Watch the young girls One, one, one. More she steps up closer, up close in firelight flashed her face But behind then flashed the lighting Lit up her small frame with the striking As one finger points to space. One one one, one all the rivers. One one one, one all the trees One one one, one all the lions. One one one, one all the leaves. One one one, are all our rifles. One one one, are all our men. A-Free-Ka is one one one now. A-Free-Ka is what I am. Streatched out hand of wise Aknanan From his seat of antelope Wraps Af Tinkanoo in his red robe Wipes from girl dirt of hard road Wipes the water from black thin arms Thinks dark thoughts of her strong all-arms Down she sits with mortar casings, down she sits with greasy rope. Down she sits with wise Aknanan Sits with hard words spoke in hope.
