From: "ercgreen"
Subject: DAYS OF OUR LIVES #123
Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 08:38:53 -0400


This newsletter is intended for the use of ASA TURKEY Veteran's. Comments or submissions to the DAYS OF OUR LIVES are most welcome. I will respond to all e-mails and will assist whenever needed, but reserve the right to edit for content and clarity and welcome any errors that may appear herein.

GREEN, Elder RC (gH), DOB: 1936, RA13513638, E7, 982/98C, Det 27, 1-15MY61, Det 120, MY-JL65, Det 27, JN66-OC67 & Det 4-4, OC67-NO68, (Patty), 3094 Warren Rd., Indiana, PA 15701, 724-349-7395,


LADD, Leon F., b-25 April 1917 d-19 April 1990 at Sarasota, FL., Maj., CO, Det 4, 58-59, SSN: 006-10-7662 issued Maine


The following have made reservations at the 7 Springs resort. STOP PROCRASTINATING! If you intend to attend, TELL ME NOW! It will make my job that much easier.

ANDERSON, Jerry E3-E4 341.10-Teletype repair, Det 27, JL56-JN58, (Sally), 5209, Lindermann Ave., Racine, WI 53406, 262-634-8509, pd $70.

BERLIN, Franz DOB: 1939 RA17534092 E5 98J Det 4, 4-1 & 4-4, 62, (Peg), 300 Arundel Beach Rd., Saverna Park, MD 21146, 410-544-4833, Pd $40.

CARRICK, Ernie DOB: 1936 RA25358534 E3-E4 Personnel Det 4, NO57-OC58, (Betty), 6111 Fairfield Dr., Huntsville, AL 35811, 256-852- 6180,

CRAM, Gene W2 W2215309 OIC T/A Det 27, 66-67, (Phyllis), 5180 SW Gardenia Ct., Dunnellon, FL 34431, 352-489-9085, pd $70.

CRANE, Jim 01-02 05225154 FC Det 27, 65-66, (Lisa), 1490 Lago Mar Dr., Viera, FL 32940, 321-242-2404,

DeLEO, Steve DOB 1945 RA11423895 E4 982 Det 27, JA64-AU65, (Agnes), 203Cheney Pl., Castle Rock, CO 80104, 303-688-1520, Retired Col, USAR, 32y svc, 7 as EM E-6

ERICKSON, Ron DOB 1940 E4 059 Det 27, MY61-DE62, (Cathy), 17204 E 37th Terrace, Independence, MO 64055, 816-373-3349,

GOODMAN, Jay DOB: 1952 E4 MP Det 4, SE72-SE73, (Kathy), 3468 Izy Hill Ln., Finleyville, PA 15332, 724-348-0358, (Motorhome)

GREEN, Elder RC (aka Al & Green Hornet) E7 Det 27, 1-15MY61, JN66-OC67(Buyuk Elgi & qtrs 225-E, eff 18JA67) & 4-4, OC67-NO68, (qtrs 914-4), (Patty), 3094 Warren Rd., Indiana, PA 15701, 724-349-7395, pd $70.

HUNT, Carlos E DOB 1937 E3-E4 058 Det 4, MR58-MR59, (Frankie), 10215 Hwy 79E, Henderson, TX 75652, 903-889-2391, Pd $70.

JONES, Ed, DOB: 1944, RA18664602, E5, 059, Det 27, OC62-MR65, (Florence), 30 Woodland Hills Dr., Bismarck, IL 61814, 217-759-7773,

KEENAN, Frank E5 058 Det 27 @61 fm NJ per Roy Springmeyer & Art Landskov

KJOLLER, Jon, DOB: 1938, RA15578113, E3, 058, Det 4, JL58-AU59,, (Darlene), 993 Rosemary Dr., New Braunfels, TX 78130, 830-625-1064, (Plans to drive)

LAMBETH, Henry (Hank) DOB: 1940 RA14750951 E4 283.1 Det 4, JN62-63,1419 Marvin Dr., Vinton, VA 24179, 540-890-4508, (cable)

McCULLOUGH, John T DOB: 1938 RA15560286 E3-E4 058 Det 4, 58, (Sue),1044 E. Smith Rd., Medina OH 44256 330-722-6490, Pd $70.

MURPHY, Bob E3-E5 058 Det 27 and Det 4, AP61-AP62, (Peg), 7623 Turnbrook Dr., Glen Burnie, MD 21061, 410-255-0320, and

NEARPASS, Robt D E3-E5 MP Det 27, DE64-DE66, (Lorraine), 111 Hope Crossing Rd., Belvidere, NJ 07823, 908-638-7625, pd $70.

NEILL, Hank, PVT-2LT, Finance, Det 27, AU62-JA64, (Judy), 7417 Jenna Rd Springfield, VA 22153, 708-569-5163, - Retired Colonel Pd $70.

RODRIGUES, Charlie E4 Supply Det 4, 59-60, (Patricia), 210 Benham Ave., Syracuse, NY 13219, 315-487-1195,

SCHWARTZ, Fred Det 4 58-60, (Rose), 321 Fain St., Morganton, GA 30560, 706-374-4302, or pd $70.

STEFFEN, Arnold DOB: 1937 RA16568829 E4 283 Det 4, JL58-JL59, (Janet), 1043 Old Humboldt Rd., Jackson, TN 38305, 731-664-5058, Pd $80.

TAVERNETTI, Dave & Sue, DOB: 1940, 2LT-1LT, Watch Officer TK#4, Det 27, MR62-SE63, 238 Rio Vista Dr., King City, CA 93930, 831-385-4458, pd $70.

VAN BROCKLIN, Jim DOB: 1929 SP3 (E4) US51337026 Det 4, FE56-SE56, (Marcia), 39 Therin Dr., Hamburg, NY 14705, 716-649-9232, Pd $70.

VAN ORDER, Roy DOB: 1936 E4-E5 283 Det 4, 27SE60-MY61, (Toni), 8186 Kneeskean Rd., Bridgeport, NY 13030, 315-633-0418, and

WYLIE, Jim (Sick Call), DOB: 1941 RA13774855 E3-E5 993 Det 4, 64-65, (Sharon), 322 Crossfire Ln., Ligonier, PA 15658, 724-238-6457, no email. Pd $70.

ZIMMERMAN, John W. (Bear) DOB: 1941 RA13774858 Det 4, 64-65, (Sherry), RD#4 Latrobe, PA 2nd in MSC Hvy Wt class in 1965 per Mauler. Pd $70.



The 7 SPRINGS resort is near Champion, Pennsylvania in the beautiful Laurel Highlands. It is known as the place where you can do it all! The resort is easily accessible from either the Donegal or Somerset exits of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. The Pittsburgh International Airport is the nearest metropolitan terminal. Seven Springs is a picturesque resort surrounded by majestic hills and is tucked away in the southern mountain region of Pennsylvania. It is a excellent mountain top resort that is used year round, even though it is the BEST SKIING site in Pennsylvania. A chairlift next to the Alpine Luge is available to ride to the top of the mountain and down to enjoy unique views of the mountain scenery and the lodge itself. For the brave - take the 2000 foot luge slide to the bottom. An indoor pool with access to outdoor hot tubs facing the ski slopes is also available for registered guests.

What other things should I know?

1. I have 70 rooms blocked off for the ASA Turkey reunion. The cost per room is $85.00 + tax for each room.

2. For reservations call 1-800-452-2223 or 1-866-437-1300. Note: If you want to arrive before the 29th or stay after the 31st of August - at the same rate - make that knoiwn when you make your reservations or later.

3. Inform the receptionist that you are with the ASA Turkey reunion group

4. Request a room on the 6th floor or above that faces the ski slopes. Each room has a balcony and the view is breathtaking!

5. The crash site of Flight 93 is nearby as is the rescue hole for the 9 trapped miners. Both sites held the nation in suspense. Also nearby is Frank Lloyd Wright's best architecture work "FALLINGWATER" and Fort Ligonier

6. We will use the ALPINE room on the 3rd floor as the main hospitality room and for the Saturday night buffet. After the meal we will be able to socialize in the Alpine room and for those who want to dance the night away - can use the Matterhorn Lounge for that purpose until 0145 hours. The Alpine room is most impressive and has a bar and an outdoor covered and uncovered deck facing the ski slopes at the resort

7. The other hospitality room will be on the 6th floor

8. For the golfers, there is a fabulous championship golf course nearby.

9. For the bowlers, there is a six lane alley available.

10. There is a impressive Miniature Golf set-up near the Alpine Room.

11. No Pets permitted.

12. There are 9 camper hook-up spots available on a first come, first served basis and are located in the upper parking lot. If interested, contact the resort.

13. The cost for the Saturday nite banquet, etc is $35. per person payable ASAP to me, Elder RC Green.

14. For additional information, contact Elder RC Green, 3094 Warren Rd., Indiana, PA 15701, 724-349-7395,


BAKER, Richard C., (Dick), RA12903486, E5, 05K, Det 4, 68-70, - [edited] I was discharged from the ASA in 1971 and went into the Army Reserves - retired as Bde CSM in 1996. Please send me the news letter. Thx

DeLEO, Steve J., DOB 1945, RA11423895, E4, 982, Det 27, JA64-AU65, (Agnes), 203Cheney Pl., Castle Rock, CO 80104, 303-688-1520, Retired Col, USAR, 32y svc, 7 as EM E-6 - [edited] I will be coming to the 2003 reunion. I have been working in Central Asia (Azerbyjan) and in Iraq. Yes Iraq on planning for a wireless communications system. So I have been on the road a lot since 1 January. Some nice projects too UK, Ireland and Spain. Found another old Sinop hand.... Bill Whiteford 1964-65 lives in Piqua,Ohio and will try to make to reunion. I met Bill Whiteford in Taiwan in 1965. We both went to Nam on the same day. I wound up at the 406th RRD, 101st Abn. The 406th later became the 265th RR Co. Bill was sent to RRU at the 4th Infantry Division. He won a Silver Star on his second tour with the 11th ARC. We connected last Christmas when he somehow tracted me down.

EBELING, E. Roger, DOB 1935, RA17420843, E3-E5, 988RU, Det 4, 2MY56-JL57, (Doris-married July 1957), 29995 Glader Blvd., Lindstrom, MN 651-257-5436, - Elder, It was great to hear from you and get a bit of an update on our former life on the "HILL." My biggest regret is that I did not keep a record and closer touch of the 1956-57 original group. But It would be a real treat to get together with them again.
Here is a bit of my MEMORIES of SINOP, Turkey
We have lived in Bloomington, MN. from 1957 until 2000. Then moved to our Lake home in Lindstrom, MN where we spend 5 months a year, and built a home in Venice, Florida, where we spend 7 months a year. I arrived with the first batch of ASA replacements on one of the first two TURK buses from Ankara on about 1 May 1956. After the Army Language School and training at the Ft Devens Secret School I was shipped to Kassel, Germany for a few months waiting assignment, and when it came - it was to Sinop, Turkey. A memory I will never forget was the plane ride from Frankfurt to Ankara, in a C47, a row of bucket seats on each side and all our gear piled down the middle. We lost pressure crossing the Alps and almost everyone turned blue, and most were deep into Barf Bags. I was a lucky one that did not get sick.

The bus ride to Sinop was cramped, long and unpleasant, but nothing like getting off on the "Hill" in the dark of night, looking for someone with the other half of a pup tent. Progress on the hill was slow, first large tents, then Jamesways which were our permanent home. Started using my Russian skills quickly in the three small metal buildings that were shaped into a connected maze that was called Operations.

The mess hall was the other priority, but the metal mess kits and the heated garbage cans outside to wash them in never went away. God forbid you were one of the last to eat, and had to clean your kit in that water.

We went what seems like months without a shower, and when we were taken to a Turkish bath house in Sinop to get clean it was like a trip to paradise. Soon after a water truck with water found in a river or stream someplace parked high on the hill would dispense water for a quick wash and shave out of your helmet.


One of my fondest memories was of going to the NATO Barber Shop in Sinop for a real hot professional shave. The Barber named Nazmi had been with the UN someplace and he spoke English. He became a very important person to me as we built an EM club, and he helped me hire carpenters to put up the building and also carpenters to build the tables and chairs in the clubhouse. We also had them build a long bar area and barstools. The top of the bar had racks to hold ice, which dripped down over the racks of soda and beer.

I was the manager of the EM club from the time it was started until I left in June of 1957. In fact I extended two month as I could have gone home in April. Again I used Nazmi to find a couple of Turkish boys to work in the club as busboys and whatever else we needed. We ended up with 3, one of whom was Muzzafer Kemal Ozeri. He became like a son to me, and I am sure he either thought I would stay there forever, or would take him home with me. These boys thought American blue jeans were very special and could not get them in Sinop, so I had my parents make several shipments of jeans to me for them. I would love to know what happened to Muzzafer, where he is now, and what happened in his life. If you have any ideas on how I might find out about him let me know. The club paid me $80 a month for what I did, which included almost daily attention and of course buying the drinks. I was able to fly to Ankara in a L-19 plane that landed on the beach to buy the needed supplies, and a part of the money bought the jeans for the boys. The club initially had a great group of guys helping get it together, and I cannot remember all who were involved, but key guys were Gene Montagne, Len Brinkman, McIntyre, Modler and I apologize to all I forgot.


There was the usual poker games in the club, I do not remember crap games and other types of gambling, but who knows. The club was usually orderly, but too much to drink did make it necessary to remove a few guys once in a while.

I remember early on 2 MIGS that buzzed the top of the hill, and scared the heck out of us, but we were later told that "they were just taking pictures".

We also invited the Turk military unit to come up and play volleyball on the hill. They were pretty good, and we had a competitive team, but we were advised in advance that it might be better if we did not win. I am not sure we could have anyway.

An early memory was the company urinal, which was a pipe in the ground with a funnel on it. I do have pictures of it.

Bob Ludwig and I were Pinochle partners, and played all comers. Our best games were against Sgt's Ed Birbeck and Jim Green. My memory is that we won most of the time. The stakes were a penny a point, .25 a set and $1.00 a game. Great fun.


I remember also that we were told by the commander, Major Jim Green, that Det 4 was recommended for a Presidential Unit Citation. Det 4 never got the PUC because the White House or the controlling authority would not acknowledge that we were doing the job we were doing.

I do not remember how many 988's there were on the hill, not too many, but it would be great to sit and talk about what went on at the Hill. I enlisted with my lifelong friend Jim Neubauer, who went to 058 school, was assigned to southern Germany, and we joined again on the way to Sinop. Jim had a big beautiful dog named Maggie, and I had one named Suzie. We saw to it that they got fed and cared for, and we got to be very close to these pets. I did hear that shortly after June 1957 when I left, most of the dogs were destroyed. Sad but probably necessary.


I was close to Jim Neubauer, of course, and Bob Ludwig, Gene Montagne, Len Brinkman, Harold Talbot, who was from NY. And I even went home with him from Devens, I think to Ithaca N.Y. in '57, and we went to the fair in Syracuse, Dewain Sjoberg from Minn., Steve Kundrat, G. McIntyre, Walt Modler, Terry Teakert, Bradley, Bill I think and others who I would like to see and remember again.

I am going to stop and send this to you, as the longer I sit the more I remember, the longer it will get. I do have a bunch of slides from Sinop that I would like to get made into prints. I will talk to Bob Ludwig, and Jim Neubauer and hopefully arrange to be at the reunion. Keep me posted and again, thanks.

GARLAND, Noel, Subject: Fw: [Asa-oldgang] USS Liberty - Know this is a touchy subject, but thought you all might be interested in this story AP carried yesterday. You can see it at:

Recordings Back Israel Claim on Spy Ship By PETER ENAV, The Associated Press, Wednesday, July 9, 2003 JERUSALEM - Newly declassified transcripts back up Israel's claim that its attack on a U.S. spy ship during the 1967 Middle East war was an accident, a Florida judge who has been investigating the case for 16 years said Wednesday. Israel has always maintained it thought the USS Liberty was an Egyptian military supply ship when it ordered its forces to attack on June 8, 1967, killing 34 American sailors and wounding 171. But critics charge Israel knew the ship was American. Questions about the case have long dogged U.S.-Israel relations.

Miami Judge A. Jay Cristol received transcripts of transmissions from two Israeli helicopter pilots, sent to check for survivors after the attack. The pilots referred to the ship as Egyptian and were surprised to discover it was flying an American flag. The recordings, in Hebrew, were made by a U.S. spy plane hovering over the site. The transcript of the transmissions records the air controller telling one of the pilots, "The ship is now identified as Egyptian, you can return home now." Cristol told The Associated Press he received the transcripts after submitting a Freedom of Information request to the U.S. National Security Agency, which had kept the recordings secret for 37 years. After his request was denied, Cristol filed suit in federal court and forced their release.

Agency spokesman Patrick Weadon confirmed Cristol had been sent the transcripts. "We provided the tapes as part of the historical record," Weadon said. "The agency takes no official position on what happened to the Liberty." Cristol, who has written a book about the case, said, the tapes "show both the helicopter pilots and their controller ... believed the Israeli air force had targeted an Egyptian ship."

A National Security Agency summary of the incident says the Israelis were confused over the stricken ship's identity more than an hour after the attack. Cristol provided the summary and full transcripts of the pilot and tower recordings to The Associated Press. Israel has long maintained the attack was the result of a tragic mistake during the heat of battle. Israel was at war with Egypt, Syria and Jordan at the time. An Israeli commission of inquiry concluded the Israeli air force believed the targeted ship was an Egyptian cargo vessel ferrying supplies to Egyptian troops fighting Israeli forces.

However, some of the Liberty's survivors and some officials in the U.S. defense establishment have rejected this view, contending Israel deliberately targeted the ship to keep the United States from learning that Israel was planning to attack Syria as part of its strategy during the war. The Israeli daily Haaretz, which first reported the disclosures in its Wednesday edition, quoted Cristol as saying the tape transcripts were the last classified intelligence about the Liberty.

"Those who beat swords into plowshares usually end up plowing for those who don't." - Ben Franklin

GRAY, Scott, Photographer, Det 4, 62-63, (Jeanne), 1400 Mooney Dr., New Brighton, MN 55112, 651-634-3565, - The following email is from Scott Gray to Gary Weber: Gary, I am pleased to be the "star" of your memories of Sinop! You know, I haven’t thought much about my tour there, but have wondered whatever happened to those that I did hang around with and just like that, there you are! It is really freaky how I discovered the TUSLOG DET 4 site. I was reading an article concerning something happening in Turkey and clicked on a search option to find out a bit more on what was going on and wound up at a travel site for Ankara. After some browsing, I put Sinop in the search and man, were there a lot of sites. Immediately catching my eye was the TUSLOG DET 4 site. Oh man! I didn’t expect to see a name I recognized, let alone that you and I were made "world famous" by your contributions! The 6’4" print was in my possession until I moved in November of 1999. I do not know what happened to it. However, I still have a good negative and at some point will have to make another print if it does not turn up. How can I loose a six-foot print? Well, it was never mounted and was rolled and could have easy been misplaced in the shuffle. In the last 40 years, I have been blessed. Married my best friend in 1965, 3 kids and now 5 grandchildren. In 1964 after returning from Sinop and a tour with the National Security Agency, I went full time with a portrait studio in Bloomington Minnesota, until 1975. At that time I bought the studio, which was by then quite run down by the previous owner. His marital and alcohol problems made in nearly impossible to resurrect. I lasted there for about 18 months and decided if I were going to be successful, I needed to start over. My wife, Jeanne and I opened our own studio in Osceola, Wisconsin in the spring of 1977. We had a very successful business and decided to slow down in 1995 and sold to a young guy from New Hampshire of all the places. He is doing even better than we did. It just needed some young blood with talent! During the last few years, I have finally settled into what I think is just about a perfect way to wind down my employment years. I work for Pinkerton Government Services, corporate security for ATK, (Alliant Techsystems, Inc.), a major defense and aerospace company. To find out more about them, is their website. Hey, enough about me. How about letting me know about you. Now that I am aware of, I plan on adding a page and see if we can turn up anybody else! You made my day!

HOWARD, Joe DOB: 1940 E3 993 ops rooms 1-3 Det 4, 62-63, 1363 Homestead Dr., Hickory, NC 29601, The following email is from Joe Howard to Gary Weber:  Merahaba, It appears that we were in "Sinop" at the same time.  I have attached two pictures, one from your Sinop web site and one of my unpublished pictures. The picture at the table, the person on the left side holding the bottle looks like me.(see my attached picture) Your arrival to Sinop was about the same time. I also arrived with two other GI's . I was temporally bunked in the gym bowling alley (Before it was finished).  My bunk was in the hole for the pin machine. Spent a lot of time at the photo lab also. Bill Simons is in the process of posting some of my pictures. Some are posted and more to come. I think we shared the ride from Samsun to Sinop. More later

KEARNEY, Greg P., E5, 05H, Det 4-4 SE68-OC71, (Lonnie), 11426 Brawley Rd., Hesperia, CA 92345, 760-949-5731, - gH,  I have been busy with the rat race, and I don't think I am making any headway.  I am in Real Estate and we have been very busy this past two years. I also do some of my own property development so I  am also taking advantage of the growth in our area to do some of my own building. I have learned in this business, you do it while you can, and as much as possible, because it can dry up real quick.  Just to let you know that I will probably not be able to make the reunion this year, because of some personal situations all piling up, but I sure hope everyone has a good time, as I'm sure they will.  I deleted  jimmy1905  from my list so let me know if you have anyone to replace him with. I will be more than happy to help you out. Take care and I hope you are enjoying your summer months.

  NEILL, Hank,  PVT-2LT, Finance, Det 27, AU62-JA64, (Judy), 7417 Jenna Rd Springfield, VA 22153, 708-569-5163, - Retired Colonel - Elder, - My wife, Judy, and I will attend the reunion banquet on August 30th. The check ($70.00) is in the mail!  Due to a heavy business travel schedule, we will only be able to stay one night (Saturday) at Seven Springs. I made my hotel reservation today. Thanks for all you do to help us remember the "days of our lives" spent in Turkey during our youth. I look forward to seeing you (and the others) again. I really enjoyed the Hershey reunion and I'm sure this one will be just as much fun. Thanks, Hank Neill

PRINCEHORN, Jim E4 98J/95B Det 4, JN69-JN70, (Marilyn), PO Box 410, Rush, NY 14543, 585-0533-1022,  - [edited] Hi, Elder.  I know that I don't thank you often for your newsletter, but this is an excellent opportunity to do so.  We will not be attending the 2003 reunion.  Alas, I'm still working and travel quite a bit.  When I am home, I stay there.... but in a few years the last of the kids will be on her own / in college, and I'll have some more freedom, and $$.  (To be honest, I'd make a greater effort it anyone else that I served with was attending.  GREAT idea, to publish the names of those attending, check that in every issue). Interestingly enough, DOOL #122 showed the first name of a fellow Sinop alumni that I actually worked with.   Dave Linker.  I remember him and will blast off a note to him. You know that the road to you-know-where is paved with good intentions, right?  I know that I promised to send along the names of some of the guys, and maybe a story or two, when you first started sending me your newsletter.  Did I ever do it?  Sorry to admit it, but while I read every issue, sometimes the gist of the anecdotes escapes me quickly, especially when I don't know any of the participants, of when the stories took place before I arrived.  Don't get me wrong, it is interesting, but my old head can hold only so much.  I do have some pictures, I think color prints, that I took when I was there.  ( 06/69 - 06/70 )  Are they anything that you might be able to use?  I would have no problem loaning them to you, ...our middle daughter works in an Eckert photo department, maybe she can scan them in.. ... as long as some day, I get them back.  I remember that I had a Kodak camera that used the old 620 size film when I was there, but the camera never made it out with me.  I took my last roll of pictures on the bus (I think it was a bus, and regrets to those who preceded me and traveled in more primitive, and less comfortable, ways,)  but I set the camera on the floor by the driver, for some reason, and completely forgot about it.  I always wondered who found it, and what happened to the film. I guess this is all for now, have a nice reunion, I'll be there in spirit, if not in body.  Alsaamaladick,   ( I know that I blew that one, and didn't even try spell check! )  

SINOR, Walter E4 F&AO Det 27, 63-64, (Betty), 3049 County Road 239, Valley Head, AL 35989-4721, (256)635-6860, 877-453-5097 (toll free),                                        CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH MARS
Never again in your (or my) lifetime will the Red Planet be so spectacular. This month and next Earth is catching up with Mars, an encounter that will culminate in the closest approach between the two planets in recorded history.  The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. Due to the way Jupiter's gravity tugs on Mars and perturbs its orbit, astronomers can only be certain that Mars has not come this close to.  Earth in the last 5,000 years but it may be as long as 60,000 years. The encounter will culminate on August 27th when Mars comes to within 34,649,589 miles and will be (next to the moon) the brightest object in the night sky.  It will attain a magnitude of -2.9 and will appear 25.11 arc seconds wide.  At a modest 75-power magnification Mars will look as large as the full moon to he naked eye.
Mars will be easy to spot.  At the beginning of August Mars will rise in the east at 10 p.m. and reach its azimuth at about 3 a.m.  But by the end of August when the two planets are closest, Mars will rise at
nightfall and reach its highest point in the sky at 12:30 a.m.  That's pretty convenient when it comes to seeing something that no human has seen in recorded history.
So, mark your calendar at the beginning of August to see Mars grow progressively brighter and brighter throughout the month.  Share this! No one alive today will ever see this again.

STUCKERT, Bill, DOB 1933, 2LT-1LT, SigC, Det 4, 56-57, (Janis), 2429 E. 22nd Pl., Tulsa, OK 74114, 918-742-2325, - Just read your latest newsletter..So I dont get in trouble with the other guys--following are corrections:  Lt Garrett was not generally liked by the troops--and it was Lt Wooten with the connections not Lt Burns.  Enjoyed the update----Bill Stuckert
SULLINS, Richard D., (Dick), DOB: 1944, RA17614068, E3, 710 Det 4, NO62-OC63, (Marilyn), PO Box 187, Washington, IL 61571, 309-444-4727, Found Dick Sullins name in Gary Weber's entry on Bill Simons Det 4 website.  Contacted and Dick Sullins promised to send a BIO and photo's.    

THEIS, Tammy, daughter of Jim Boyte, Sr., who served 26 months on the 'HILL' and was instrumental in building the SINOP CHAPEL, -   My name is Tammy.  I was searching the web for any information about Jim Boyte Sr.  He was stationed in Turkey I think it was 57-59 but not real sure.  He was the author of "Look Homeward" where he talked about helping to build a chapel in Turkey.  When I opened the website, I read the first paragraph that said I was not intended to read that site.  It said to notify the provider.  I closed everything.  I am the daughter of Jim Boyte Sr.  He passed away Oct. 28 1997.  Sorry if I was not suppose to open that site. [edited] Thanks for the email inquiry regarding James Monroe Boyte, Sr.  You can view this newsletter at I've corresponded with your brother who lives on the Boyte homestead.   We are having a ASA Turkey reunion this year over the Labor Day week-end (29-31 August) and the BOYTE family is most welcome to attend.  I thank you for the inquiry and would like to include some photo's of the Boyte family in the Memory Book.  Many thanks and please keep in touch. 

WARDEN, Buel, DOB 1938, RA25443897, E3-E4, 342, Det 4, SE58-AU59, (Carol), 619 1st St., Lawrenceville, GA 30045,  (dsl). Buel's name appeared on a Sinop PROGRAMME that was sent to me by John McCullough.  I contacted Buel on 6 July 2003.  Said that I was the first ex-ASAer to make contact with him since January 1966 when he was discharged from the ASA with 8 years active duty. Enlisted for the ASA in 1957 and took basic at Fort Chafee, Arkansas. Then was sent to Devens for evaluation and sent to Fort Monmouth for 342 training.Said that he was one of the lucky ones who flew to Sinop from Ankara.   

WEBER, Gary DOB: 1943 RA17606570 E3-E4 Photographer Det 4, 14NO62-20OC63, 4209 Americana Dr., #102, Annandale, VA 22003, 703-941-0311, - Flew Pan Am from New York to Ankara. A member of the Det. 4 liaison office met the three of us at the airport and wanted to know who I was - they were expecting the other two guys. I showed them my travel orders and they took us to the office. We were told that we would fly to Samsun the next day, which we did. Was kinda relieved to find a commode in the Samsun airport. They even had toilet paper, or so I thought. Found out that the texture of it was like crepe paper. The remaining leg of the trip was in the back of a duece-and-a-half from Samsun to Sinop.Upon arrival on the hill we processed-in at headquarters. Once again, I was asked who I was and what I was doing there. I showed them my orders. They asked for my records and I told them I did not have them. Said they would try to find out what was going on. We were given a Yeni briefing, post map, and told to bunk down in the Yeni barracks. Next day I was called to headquarters and told to report to Lt. Gumm at the post hobby shop until my records were found. Since my MOS was photography, I had an easy detail in the photo lab for the two or three months it took them to find my records. (Turned out that a keypunch error at Ft Dix assigned me to Germany and my records went there. Had to exist on partial pay until the records were found.) Met Scott Gray who showed me around town. We came across a roll of photo paper 30 inches wide and about 7 feet long. Scott had a 35mm negative of a street scene and wanted it blownup. One evening we put the enlarger as high up in the darkroom as we could get it, scrubbed the floor, and did an exposure test. We prepared the chemicals, exposed the paper and each took large sponges soaked with developer and developed the paper on the floor, then fixed the paper. Washed and dried the paper. End result: Photo 6' 4" x 30" wide. [Go to Bill Simons Det 4 website to view Gary Weber's photo's which includes the NATO Barber Shop in Sinop] 

The following is a repeat  of a previous entry that was titled BURST TRANSMISSIONS

Some Cryptologic History - that everyone will enjoy reading by those who were on active duty in the 60's. Found this on the Web - and believe that ex-ASA and DAYS OF OUR LIVES subscribers will enjoy this well written article, especially those who had their TOUR of DUTY in TURKEY extended because of the Cuban Missile Crisis.....

                                     By WILLIAM REED With W. Craig Reed

I have read volumes about the Cuban Missile Crisis, but nothing about the Cuban Submarine Crisis. For good reason. That story has never been told. It is buried in the vaults of the NSA. I know. I was there, and intimately involved. I have waited almost forty years to tell this story. It is long overdue. I believe that the general public has a right to know and understand what really transpired between President Kennedy and Soviet Premier Khrushchev: why Kennedy made the decisions that he did during that conflict, and why Khrushchev backed down. It had a lot more to do with submarines and potential long-range missiles than it had to do with medium-range ground-based missiles located in Cuba. Never before revealed to the American public, the Soviet submarine force played a key (if not the major) role in the Cuban Missile Crisis. Thanks to a NSA Top Secret Codeword project termed BORESIGHT, every Soviet submarine at sea, not only those advancing into Cuban waters, but around the globe, was located and targeted by our own Polaris missiles. Confronted with this sobering reality, Khrushchev had no choice but to back down or face World War III. This was the secret ace in Kennedy’s hand with which he bluffed the Soviet Premier. It was a hell of a strategic poker game, and should not be buried in the graveyard of secret history.

                               The Cuban Submarine Crisis started long before 1962:

In 1956, after Nikita Khrushchev emerged as the new ruler of the Kremlin, he exercised his new-found power by appointing Sergei Gorshkov, a seasoned naval veteran at the relatively young age of 45, as Commander in Chief of the Soviet Navy. Gorshkov, had earned his sea legs early in life, attaining the rank of Rear Admiral at the age of 31. Nikita ... compelled Sergei to begin dismantling larger surface warships by stating that "these large warships are only useful for hauling around admirals." In the years that followed many of the once proud gray veterans of the Soviet Navy were dismantled and sold as scrap.

Gorshkov pointed his New Navy towards the development of missile-armed small craft and submarines to counter U.S. Naval forces then being augmented .... especially submarines. That was to be the first-line defense and offense program for the Soviet Navy.

The nuclear-submarine program was put in full swing, but diesel-powered units were also updated, especially the deadly Foxtrot class, which could stay submerged for ten hours or more, operating on batteries, during which time she was considered to be virtually undetectable.

November, 1960, Karamursel, Turkey

"We’ve lost them!"

"You’re kidding."

"Commander, I kid you not. Been over two weeks now, and not one peep. We’ve lost them."

"Reed, you can’t just lose a Russian submarine ... especially not a few dozen Russkie subs. They’re out there all right, and they’re transmitting."

"Of course they are. I just can’t find them. They have to be in the high frequency range ... somewhere between 3,000 to 30,000 kilocycles ... but I’ve covered every frequency used for the past thirty years or so by Russian subs, surface craft, and maybe even life rafts ... and not even a smell of a transmission."

Commander Petersen scratched his head, along with the rest of us. I should qualify that. Commander Petersen never scratched his head exactly like the rest of us. He was inclined to baldness, had a skin disease which was to him, I am sure, a constant irritant, and when he scratched his head, numerous obscene flakes emerged from his scalp, and he then carefully removed them from under his fingernails with a small pocket-knife blade, and ate them. It was hard to concentrate on any conversation with Commander Petersen when he was eating his dandruff. As the Head of Operations he was our immediate boss, but nobody took him seriously. He had long since been promoted beyond his level of competence, and would not have dreamed of making a decision without first consulting the senior chiefs. Petersen was later transferred to NSA and kicked upstairs into a policy-making billet where he could do little harm. No good field man paid the slightest attention to official policy. The rules of the game in the field were formulated around experience and balls enough to follow gut-level instincts. We all understood the risk-and-reward factor of such a course of action: guess right and you were a hero; guess wrong and you were crucified. Blindly follow the directives of a Petersen, and you were forgotten.

But, at least in this one instance, Commander Petersen was correct. We all agreed that the Soviet subs had to be communicating with their Fleet H.Q. in some manner. Gorshkov didn’t trust his sub commanders any more than had his predecessors. Historically they had always been required to check in at least once daily. If they were in foreign waters that could expand to four times a day. There were a lot of Russian subs out there, and that translated into one hell of a lot of signals bouncing off the ionosphere, day and night. And now, nothing. The Naval Security Group, and the National Security Agency, were very concerned, and we field guys were the recipients of that concern or, one might even say, anger. Where were they? We didn’t know. Well, find them!

I had been stationed in Turkey for about one year, on a three-year tour of duty. We maintained a number of military stations throughout Turkey, and one of these was Karamursel, an Air Force base without aircraft (Air Force Intelligence), located southeast of Istanbul. The primary function at Karamursel was to monitor, by means of massive antenna fields, any electronic emission from Turkey’s Big Bear neighbor to the north and east, as well as any transmissions from Soviet fleet units, surface or subsurface. Special attention was focused on major Soviet missile sites, such as that massive one at Tyuratam. By monitoring their transmissions we were able to determine beforehand (by utilizing a number of complex analytical processes) when a missile was to be launched, what type it was, and its probable destination. By maintaining such monitoring stations around the world, we could detect and analyze the special types of transmissions associated with specific types of missiles: short range, medium range or long range. If an unusual amount of long-range missiles were detected in the preparation stage, then we had time to take defensive measures. If it came down to hard ball, we would also have time to launch a preemptive strike. We hoped. Karamursel was important, and the details of its operation very, very Top Secret. A small corner of the station housed a Naval Security Group detachment. I was the Chief-in-Charge of the NSG intercept operations section.

As far as my real boss, Captain Frank V. Mason, was concerned, I was the guy responsible for losing the Russian subs. I was also the guy responsible for finding them again.

Captain Mason (then Commander Mason) had also been my commanding officer some years earlier at the Naval Communications Station, Guam, Marianas Islands. My son was born there, and Mason and I together celebrated his birth. We were old friends, so we could talk man to man in a manner unusual between enlisted and commissioned ranks. It was Mason who arranged for my transfer to Skaggs Island Communications Station outside Napa, California, following Guam, for specialized training, and then to Turkey, to coincide with his takeover there. He had recommended me for a commission; I was his boy. I was letting him down. He wanted to know why.

I said, "Captain, I don’t know why. I agree with you that they are transmitting, but if they are it has to be a "burst" signal. That is nothing new, by the way. The Germans used it towards the end of World War II. They recorded standard Morse-code signals, then compressed them and sent them out in bursts of a few seconds or less. We lost the German subs then, and we’ve lost the Russians subs now. Given time and enough technological expertise one might expect to eventually DF (direction find) a signal of some sixty seconds ... although highly unlikely ... but if Ivan is using a burst of under a second, which I suspect he is, we will never DF it, and even if we find it, we can’t break it. You know as well as I do that they don’t send position reports in any code breakable. It will probably turn out to be a one-time-pad sort of thing, and if we don’t have the key we sure as hell can’t break the code. And get a DF on a signal of one second or less? Forget it! I am doing all I can, Captain. If he is there, I will find him, but that isn’t going to do us a hell of a lot of good, because you will never locate him. Unless, of course you can tell me how we direction find from a recording!" The captain and I both got a good laugh out of that one. Dreamland.

It was Christmas, 1960, when I finally found the lost Soviet submarines. It happened by accident. I had been hearing a "scratchy" sound for some time on various monitored circuits, but had passed it over as some kind of an anomaly, a spurious emission ... whatever. It was sort of like a burst of static ... but not quite. Then, one day, I made a sonograph-enlarged picture of another signal that happened to have one of these scratchy sounds almost on top of it.

Years earlier at Skaggs island what we did primarily was to record and analyze Soviet radio transmissions. Everything was signal coded, naturally, so the trick was to break the signal codes in order to "read" the Soviet military or diplomatic or whatever type of correspondence. In the process we used what was called a sonograph machine, which utilized a large drum around which a photographic type of paper was hand wound by the operator for each signal to be analyzed. On playback of a recorded signal, the structure or positive-negative bauds of the signal was imprinted and enlarged for inspection by the analyst. That work required 20/20 vision and the patience of Job. Once we broke a signal code, which entailed figuring out from the baud formations their equivalent letters in the Russian Cyrillic alphabet, we sent this information to the National Security Agency. NSA engineers were then able to construct machines that could read out these messages just as did the Soviet machines. When NSA began to read Soviet traffic in volume, they passed on relevant excerpts to military or political end users. Good information could not be obtained over long periods of time. Like ourselves, the Soviets changed signal codes frequently. Then it was back to the drawing board and start all over again; vital, boring work.

It was the sonograph machine that enabled me to locate and analyze the "scratchy" signal. I spread it out and took a closer look. I’ll be damned! It had bauds! Tiny bauds; the most compressed signal that I had ever encountered ... but bauds. It was a man-made signal, and it obviously was not one of ours. Gotcha! It was a burst signal, and it had to be a Russian sub. It just had to be!

We fired the recording directly to the National Security Agency, and they were ecstatic! All was forgiven. NSA put their best analysts on it and instructed us to concentrate on obtaining as many recordings of this new signal as possible. And suddenly we (and other Naval Security Group intercept stations) began to find them all over the spectrum. Scratchy signals were music to our ears ... now that we knew what to listen for. As we obtained better recordings, I measured them carefully and deduced that the signal had a "trigger" heading, probably meant to activate a Soviet recording device. The trigger was a series of bauds at 345 cycles per second, followed by a series of bauds at 142 cps. Next came the obvious text of the message. NSA confirmed our suspicions shortly. The subs were back! They had, of course, been there all the time.

Captain Mason received a Letter of Commendation from the National Security Agency (he was bucking for flag rank), and I received a Letter of Appreciation from Captain Mason (I was bucking for a commission). We were buddies again.

We had found the Soviet burst signal, but now the question was, "What can we do about it?" Even before NSA put their best code experts and computers to work trying to break the text, I knew that it was unbreakable. If we could read the text of a position report, we would obviously know the exact location of the submarine. The Soviets would never use a repeating or rotating code on such a transmission. There is an old saying in the code business: "Whatever man can make, man can break." That was true in most cases, but if you used a one-time-pad or a random scrambler device, the code was breakable only if you were in physical possession of the "key." Fat chance. Our only hope, I realized, was to devise a means to locate the transmitters by direction finders. With existing technology, that was impossible. A new concept was required.

The reason a spy tried to get on and off the air as quickly as possible was because he knew, as we all knew, that it takes time to get a bearing on any transmission. One direction finder will give you only the direction from which the signal is emanating. It does not tell you how far away the transmitter is. Three direction finders zeroing in on the signal will give you a triangulation, and the approximate location of the transmitter. A number of direction finders will give you a multiangulation and a much closer location of the transmitter. That’s what we needed. But the typical burst signal was on the air for less than a second. That was okay for the operator at a Soviet receiving station, since his triggering device would automatically turn on his recorder. Once recorded, the operator had all the time in the world to feed the signal into a decoding machine which contained the key to translate the coded bauds into Cyrillic alphabet and thence to Russian plain language. We could (and did) build a triggering device to record the signal, but that left us with nothing more than an unbreakable code.

Since direction finders didn’t have time to get a live bearing, our only hope was to devise a means whereby we could obtain a bearing "after the fact" from a recorded signal. That had never been done before. I didn’t believe that it could be done, but I was wrong. NSA engineers did exactly that during a crash program on a par (almost) with the Oak Ridge development of the atomic bomb during World War II. Within months after intercepting the first Soviet burst signal, we had stations set up and operating to detect, record and direction find Soviet submarines. At first this was limited to areas of primary strategic importance, but soon expanded to cover every body of water in the world.

In common with most great discoveries, the concept was, in retrospect, basically simple: it consisted of constructing huge circular antenna fields in areas around the world which would be able to well receive transmissions from critical bodies of water in which Soviet submarines normally operated. These antennae were connected to large banks of receivers, tuned to narrow bandwidths which overlapped and covered the entire spectrum that the submarines might conceivably use. When a receiver encountered a trigger on a burst signal, a wide (two inch) sixty-inch-per-second recorder switched on immediately and recorded the signal, along with a marker, indicating the time to the millisecond that the signal was intercepted. Since the antenna field was circular, and divided into segments every few feet, it was also possible to determine, tangentially, the general direction from which that signal had been received. When combined with two or more other intercepts which provided a triangulation or multiangulation indicating the general direction from which the signal had emanated, one was able to determine, after the fact, the approximate location of the submarine.

Later, when we had obtained ample space at our site locations to construct separate antenna fields for both intercept stations and direction-finding stations, we were afforded the luxury of comparing notes between the two to obtain even more precise evaluations of direction. Ample space on site was a prime consideration since, besides the large antenna fields, the space required for the reception and recording equipment covered an area as large as a full-sized New York apartment, and had to be fully air conditioned, since the receivers in those days still used vacuum tubes, and generated considerable heat. Land area sufficient for construction of a base, with housing and other facilities for the operational personnel, had to be taken into account. Large power plants and ancillary units had to be installed. The project was immense in scope, and was classified Top Secret: CODEWORD. That codeword, which designated the entire program, was BORESIGHT.

What I am saying here is so outdated that it is no longer classified, or shouldn’t be. HF (high frequency) systems such as this have been made obsolete by VHF (very high frequency) and UHF (ultra high frequency) satellite communications technology. The U.S. Navy, for example now uses the SSIXS (submarine satellite information exchange system) for communications between its submarines and shore stations. Other nations have their own versions of this sophisticated and extremely secure communications system. So what I have been saying is ancient history. Interesting and, I’m sure, never before revealed, but history nonetheless. The BORESIGHT system which I have just described is now as outdated as the Model-T Ford. It was, however, extremely critical as a factor in solving the Cuban Missile Crisis.

But back in 1961 we were in the experimental stage regarding BORESIGHT, and we had to train operators at outlying stations what to look for, and how to analyze the signals when they received them. You couldn’t mail them a tape, and of course you couldn’t describe anything by telephone or radio. The tapes containing examples of burst signals had to be hand carried. That meant by armed courier, with the tape in a briefcase attached to his arm by lock and chain. In other words that meant me, and others like me, who knew the signal first hand and could train operators in the field. During the next few years I circled the globe many times helping to install BORESIGHT stations.

In early 1962 I was notified that I had been selected for a commission in the United States Navy. All those years of correspondence courses, night school, and hard work at my profession had finally paid off. I was directed to report to the LDO School, Newport, Rhode Island, in August, 1962, for "fork and knife" training, where they would teach me how to act like an officer and a gentleman. But I actually received my commission and Ensign’s bars in Turkey on July 1. Following LDO School, I was assigned to the NSA for duty.

National Security Agency, Fort Meade, Maryland 1962-1965

Upon reporting in at NSA I was assigned a minor desk in Section A22, the Soviet Submarine or, effectively now, the BORESIGHT section. As the only man in the section with any actual BORESIGHT field-operational experience, I encountered a great deal of confusion and misunderstanding about what the equipment could and couldn't do. We brought in other field-experienced personnel, and eventually worked into a competent BORESIGHT-Control headquarters.

In September 1962, our U-2 over-flights finally confirmed what had been suspected: the Soviets were installing missiles in Cuba. As far as I know, that's all the American public ever heard about. I'm not sure that this has ever been officially acknowledged, but I can assure you that there was a Cuban Submarine Crisis going on simultaneously. We had received evidence of Soviet submarine-pen construction in Cienfuegos, Cuba. How much of this came from air surveillance and how much from on-site penetration would be pure speculation on my part, but we were advised by reliable sources that it was so. Soviet submarines with potential long-range missile-launching capabilities (boomers), stationed that close to U.S. shores, with the resultant increased ability to range up and down our coasts, posed a much greater threat than medium-range fixed missiles in Cuba. That danger had to be eliminated at all costs. We were told to maximize efforts to locate the position of every Soviet submarine possible. We did so, and started to get hit after hit on BORESIGHT.

In late October we obtained BORESIGHT fixes, and later visual sightings, of four SovietFoxtrot-class attack boats converging on Cuba. We suspected more on the way. That's when my boss, Commander [McPherson], who was Chief of Section A22 (Soviet Submarine Section) at the NSA, was called to the White House. The president and his inner circle had previously been briefed on BORESIGHT of course, but in light of these new developments they wanted an up-to-date confirmation of just how good it was, and a technical explanation of precisely how it worked. Should the U.S. decide to blockade Cuba, a Wolf Pack of near-silent Foxtrot submarines carrying nuclear-tipped torpedoes could spell disaster ... unless we could find them.

Commander [McPherson] was a sharp, competent, naval officer, but he only knew BORESIGHT second hand, mostly from me. In fact, he and I together had worked up his presentation. Operationally he was on solid ground, but he was a bit intimidated by some of the technical aspects.

"I'm sure I've got it, but I don't want to get hit with a surprise technical question and have to tell the President that I'll get back to him on that later. You'd best come along Reed, just in case."

A lowly ensign in the U.S. Navy invited to the White House? Unheard of. What the hell, I thought, before I was an Ensign I was an old grizzled Navy Chief. Nobody screws around with a Navy Chief ... right? Sounds tough, but to tell the truth, I was as nervous as a seaman recruit on the first day of boot camp.

The briefing was actually held in the "little" White House, or annex, off to the right side of the White House proper. I was disappointed that it was not to be held in the Oval Office, but when I saw the size of the crowd attending I realized why it was not. The Oval Office is in fact a small office in size.

Commander [McPherson] gave a very good presentation, but as the briefing progressed and the questions became more technical and precise, I was called upon frequently to amplify. I had brought along charts and graphs which I had previously prepared for use in a BORESIGHT manual which I was in the process of writing. Most of the questions came from the panel of technical experts from various agencies of the Defense Department. But there were also occasional queries from a group of quiet "grey" men in the outer gallery. I didn't know who most of them were, and did not especially care. We were here to brief the President. If he wanted someone else present that was his decision to make. I later discovered who the grey men were after reading a book by Robert Kennedy (written in 1967 and published in 1969) titled: Thirteen Days. Robert Kennedy was present at the briefing as well as the other members of President Kennedy’s Advisory Committee (ExComm), which in Robert Kennedy's own words included:

"... Secretary of State Dean Rusk; Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara; Director of the Central Intelligence Agency John McCone; Secretary of the Treasury Douglas Dillon; President Kennedy's advisor on national security affairs, McGeorge Bundy; Presidential Counsel Ted Sorenson; Under Secretary of State George Ball; Deputy Under Secretary of State U. Alexis Johnson; General Maxwell Taylor, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff; Edward Martin, Assistant Secretary of State for Latin America; Llewellyn Thompson as the advisor on Russian affairs; Roswell Gilpatraic, Deputy Secretary of Defense; and, intermittently at various times: Lyndon B. Johnson, Adlai Stevenson, Ambassador to the United Nations; Ken O'Donnell, Special Assistant to the President; and Don Wilson, who was Deputy Director of the United States Information Agency. This was the group that met, talked, argued, and fought together during that critical period of time. From this group came the recommendations from which President Kennedy was ultimately to select his course of action ... The general feeling ... was that some form of action was required ... I passed a note to the President: 'I now know how Tojo felt when he was planning Pearl Harbor.'"

President Kennedy asked very few questions. He appeared to me to be tired. Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara, a man whom I had always admired and respected, seemed to be pretty much in charge ... at least at the beginning of the briefing ... but as we began to cover the more detailed technical aspects of BORESIGHT, he looked like he was falling asleep; head down, almost on his chest. We had put in a hell of a lot of work on this thing, and I was annoyed that SECDEF didn't seem all that interested. I learned that my fears were totally misplaced. When the presentation concluded, McNamara's head came up. The first question (or rather review) came from him. He said, "Now let me see if I understand this ..." and proceeded with the most precise and comprehensive explanation of BORESIGHT that I have ever heard. He had memorized just about everything that we had presented in a two-hour briefing. And he had the ability to make even bauds and bits and radio-wave-propagation theory sound interesting. Robert McNamara was (and probably still is) one scary guy.

As we were leaving the conference room Commander [McPherson] said to me in an aside, "Now what do you suppose that was all about?" I knew what he meant: SECDEF engineers must surely have known how BORESIGHT worked. They shouldn’t have to be told that again. In hindsight, I think what they really wanted to know, and what the President had to be assured of, was: What did a BORESIGHT position report translate to in terms of precise target location? Was it 100 yards, or 500 yards, or five miles? A big difference to one of our ASW weapons. If this came down to a shooting war, could we take out one or two of the subs moving in Cuban waters, or all of them, if needed, with one concentrated strike?

The point that we made to them, over and over, was that we had a very limited number of BORESIGHT stations installed and operating. We would be lucky to get a simple triangulation fix. That would put them in the right ballpark, but it would not guarantee (without luck) the precise base pad. Once in the ballpark, it was up to their ASW forces to find the base runner. Given more locations, which would provide us with multiangulation fixes, maybe six or seven DF line bearings converging on the target, we could tell them Who was on first and What was on second.

The Cuban Missile Crisis

My son, William Craig Reed, spent six years aboard nuclear submarines (late 70’s and early 80’s) as a fire control technician, espionage photographer, and SEAL-trained navy diver and was involved in the most devastating collision between a U.S. and Soviet submarine during the Cold War (documented in the Writer’s Press book CRAZY IVAN now available at Barnes & Noble). Together, we compiled a precise day-to-day account of U.S. Naval operations during the Cuban Missile Crisis, including the vital role that BORESIGHT played in bringing that operation to a successful conclusion. In the details of those day-to-day operations of the U.S. Naval ASW forces, we point out time and again how the ships of our fleet were directed to the precise locations of various Soviet submarines. They had made the mistake of raising their antennae and sending off position reports by the burst signals that they were convinced were undetectable, and BORESIGHJT nailed them.

There was no militant exchange involving Soviet submarines, because by this time Khrushchev was having second thoughts. His Fleet Commander, Admiral Gorshkov, continued to assure him that the Foxtrots, operating on battery power, were invisible. They could not be detected by the Americans! But Khrushchev was receiving reports hourly from his submarine commanders contradicting this assurance. His "invisible" Foxtrots were being prosecuted around the clock by U.S. ASW forces to the point that they were often forced to surface under threat of depth-charge attack. Khrushchev began to realize that he could no longer back up his threat to "sink the American naval vessels" should they try to effect a quarantine of Cuba. On the contrary, his Foxtrots were in imminent danger of being sunk! The deciding factor in this exchange was, of course, BORESIGHT.

Admiral Anderson later commented in his unpublished memoirs:

"... we concentrated our whole area antisubmarine coverage to the point that every Soviet submarine in the western Atlantic was made to surface at least once, or several times in some instances. I had excellent cooperation from [Admiral] Dennison in that regard, and I did follow very intensely our successes in that respect. One incident occurred. We knew where one of these particular submarines was located. We had that information from the most highly classified intelligence that the Navy had at that time [BORESIGHT]. We were very anxious to preserve that intelligence, and very few people knew about this type of intelligence. We had a destroyer [USS Charles P. Cecil, DDR 835] sitting on top of this submarine [Foxtrot pendant number 911]. One evening, McNamara, Gilpatric [sic], and an entourage of his press people came down to flag plot and, in the course of their interrogations, they asked why that destroyer was out of line. I sort of tried to pass it off because not only were there some of McNamara's people there who were not cleared for this information, but some of my own watch officers were not cleared for it in the general area of flag plot. After some discussion, I said to McNamara - he kept pressing me - 'come inside,' and I took him into a little inner sanctuary where only people who had clearance for that particular type of classified information were permitted, and I explained the whole thing to him and to his satisfaction as well."

At 10:30 AM on October 27, 1962, Secretary of State Dean Rusk turned to McNamara and spoke words that would make history, "We're eyeball to eyeball and I think the other fellow just blinked." All Soviet ships headed toward the quarantine line had stopped or turned toward the Soviet Union. The Essex received her next orders: do not fire, allow the Soviet ships every opportunity to turn around!

What made the other fellow blink? Volumes have been written trying to answer that question. Aleksandr Fursenko and Timothy Naftali suggest in their book: One Hell of a Gamble, that it was because of a Russian immigrant from the Balkans named Johnny Prokov, a bartender at Tap Room in the National Press Club, Washington, D.C.. They contend that Prokov passed to Anatoly Gorski, a KGB officer, information that he had overheard during a conversation at the bar between two celebrated American journalists, Robert Donovan and Warren Rogers, both correspondents of the New York Herald Tribune. "Apparently Donovan was supposed to fly south that very night ‘to cover the operation to capture Cuba, which is expected to start the next day ...’" The story was that the KGB passed that information immediately to Moscow, and Khrushchev had it on his desk within hours. He was finally convinced that Kennedy was serious about going to war over Cuba, and that was why he backed down. Khrushchev backed down because of a conversation overheard at a bar? That smacks of a pretty desperate bid to find an answer.

To this day, I contend that Khrushchev almost surely received and understood a message from Kennedy in words to the effect that: "We can find your boats, you can’t sink our blockading ships with your Foxtrots, and you won’t be able to hide your submarines in Cuba. We know about the submarine base that you are building in Cienfuegos, but it will do you no good, because we will make sure that no Soviet missile-capable submarine ever gets near Cuba again!"

Khrushchev knew as well as Kennedy that if we had their submarines pinpointed, the ball game was over. The land-based medium-range missiles sited in Cuba could damage a considerable segment of the United States, but the use thereof would result in massive retaliation against both Cuba and the Soviet Union. He stood to lose all of his Foxtrot subs now converging on Cuba, and he would lose his submarine pens in Cuba from which he had planned to service nuclear-powered boomers in the future off the shores of the U.S..

Khrushchev fully expected to lose the fixed missile sites in Cuba during the first missile exchange, but he had counted on the long-range missiles aboard his boomers to tip the balance, since those submarines (like the Foxtrot under battery power) were heretofore considered to be undetectable. Suddenly, it appeared that none of his submarines ... not only in Cuban waters, but perhaps around the world ... were undetectable! He was playing a losing hand. It was poker that Kennedy was playing, but it was good poker:

I can visualize the scene: Khrushchev bet Cuba. Kennedy said, "Call and raise. We're going all the way on this one Nikita," and pushed the world into the pot. It was the highest stake poker game ever played. Khrushchev threw his cards on the table and said, "Fold!" His ace-in-the-hole had been exposed.

Khrushchev discovered to his regret that he was now dealing with a new Kennedy, not at all the Kennedy of the Paris fiasco. This was a man who had assuredly grown into his presidency, and a president who was obviously backed by a United States Congress ready and willing to risk World War III. The Soviet Politburo, on the other hand, was not, and prominent members thereof were pressuring Khrushchev to ease off. This was a reckless game that he was playing! They did not wish to risk all-out war at this time. Khrushchev was left with with no other choice but to turn his ships around or face World War III ... and probably a bullet.

And World War III it would have been had there been one small miscalculation by either side. After that hair-raising confrontation and a short cooling-off period of rational exchange, Khrushchev agreed to pull out all offensive-capable weapons systems from Cuba in exchange for an assurance that the U.S. would not launch or back an invasion, and would also remove missile sites in Turkey which were targeted on the Soviet Union. The Cuban Missile (and Submarine) Crisis was over. I'm sure Kennedy didn't trade off any BORESIGHT secrets to the Soviets, because we used the equipment to good effect for some years to follow, but I can't doubt that he told them the exact number and the exact location of their submarines in Cuban waters ... and probably elsewhere. How we knew must have driven Ivan crazy! There is no doubt in my mind that Kennedy did it right. We owe him.

There is also no doubt in my mind that two technological breakthroughs, one called RADAR (developed by English scientists for combat operations just prior to the German aerial assault against Britain in September, 1940), and one called BORESIGHT, were highly instrumental in achieving victory in two of the most decisive world conflicts of this century: the Battle of Britain, and the Cuban Missile (submarine) Crisis, respectively. And one should never forget the tenacity and the courage of the British Bulldog and the Irish Wolfhound behind them.

Following the Cuban Missile Crisis, BORESIGHT quickly became the hottest program at the National Security Agency. We had the full backing of SECDEF McNamara. He insisted upon a crash program. We were to install BORESIGHT in every corner of the Globe! He pressed our allies for the use of choice locations in which to install the large antenna fields required, and in which also a secure environment obtained. Security was paramount.

The remainder of 1962 and all of 1963 was a period of system refinement and expansion. Major installations included: Adak, Alaska; Kamiseya, Japan; Guam; Pearl Harbor; Port Lyautey, North Africa; Edzell, Scotland; Cheltenham, England; Recife, Brazil; Winter Harbor, Maine. These were backed up by a number of secondaries, constantly expanding.

By 1964, BORESIGHT had been designated the number two U.S. military priority, second only to the development of U.S. Polaris ballistic-missile nuclear submarines. It remained so closely guarded a secret for the next twenty years or so, that nobody ever questioned publicly what effect this program might have had in the crucial final-day talks between President Kennedy and Soviet Premier Khrushchev. How could they have? If there had been so much as a rumor of BORESIGHT, the NSA, the CIA, and even the President of the United States would have sworn under oath that no such program had ever existed. And nobody ever asked questions about the Cuban Submarine Crisis either, since that also never existed. Right?

But there are still a few of us around who know better, including the former Secretary of Defense, Robert McNamara. He knows the story about BORESIGHT and the Cuban Submarine Crisis as well as I do. Ask him.

A more comprehensive account of the part that BORESIGHT played in the Cuban Missile Crisis is offered in the new book by W. Craig Reed and William Reed, titled: Crazy Ivan, and now available from Barnes and and


William Reed, a retired mustang (up from the ranks) Naval Intelligence officer worked for eleven years during his career for the Naval Security Group and the National Security Agency, primarily as a cryptanalyst and Turkish linguist. From 1962 to 1965 he also worked internationally for the NSA as a trouble shooter, lecturer and briefer to Department of Defense and NATO intelligence agencies. At the onset of the Cuban Missile Crisis, Reed briefed President John F. Kennedy regarding the Soviet submarine threat and the NSA proposed solution thereof.  Following his naval retirement in 1967, Mr. Reed earned a master’s degree in History from the University of San Diego and, while working on his doctorate in Spanish Borderlands History, was the co-founder and president of Frontier Heritage Press, Inc. of San Diego. He wrote biographies of two famous South Western artists: Olaf Wieghorst, (foreword by Senator Barry Goldwater) , Northland Press, Flagstaff, Arizona, 1969 (which won the Wrangler award that year from the National Cowboy Hall of Fame, Oklahoma City), and DeGrazia: The Irreverent Angel, Frontier Heritage Press, 1971. San Diego.

Since his permanent retirement in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico in 1972, Mr. Reed has written eight other books which include: The Art of Living in Mexico, Wilkie Publishing Co., 1974, Los Angeles; An Open Book: John Huston (ghost writer), Alfred A. Knopf, 1980, New York; Crazy Ivan (with son, W. Craig Reed: the inside story of father-son Top Secret programs targeting Soviet Submarines) Writers Club Press 2001, Lincoln, NE; Tarzan: My Father (with Johnny Weissmuller, Jr. and W. Craig Reed); Sentenced to Life (Thematic condensation of his two-volume Memoirs), and Mike Oliver's Acapulco [with Mike Oliver: short personalized history of Acapulco as seen through the eyes of publisher-journalist Oliver for the past fifty seven years] Writers Club Press 2001, Lincoln, NE.

In 1999 Reed started Reed Writing, Inc, with his son, W. Craig Reed, a company specializing in biography, military history and memoirs. Research and writing assistance offered to new authors.

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