Into the Fire
Death, Sex Slaves, and Drugs in South Vietnam
T. Martin O'Neil
The cover of darkness was pulled back by the NODS scopes in their hands. The enemy had no idea what was about to befall them. With the rush of wings of dragons, the sounds of M-14s, M-870 shotguns, M-16's and grenades spoke the finality of death. This gave the human pack mules a taste of what would continue to reign upon them in the House of the Dragon. North and South Vietnam were at war. Indeed, all of Southeast Asia was at war. Due to national commitments, the U.S. military was drawn into the fray. Members of the elite Navy SEALS performed operations from counter-narcotics, counter-human trafficking and even counter piracy. These men placed their lives on the line daily as true humanitarians. Seen through the eyes of attached Naval Intelligence operatives, their stories can now be revealed. These operations, specific missions, even their love stories, are recounted in Into the Fire.
The Worth of Souls
T. Martin O’Neil
The inky, black room and the horrible smells left little doubt this was a dungeon; a wretched hell intended to defeat the spirit and humanity of those it confined. The occupants were children, thrust into the hell they now faced through no act of their own, but by the depraved and morally bankrupt men and women who sold their lives and young bodies to fulfill their own greed. The door cracked open ever so slightly. Into the blackness, a wretch of a man crept. The dim, back-light of the outside hallway showed his skinny, almost bald figure as if it were in a spotlight. His torn, ragged clothes hung on a dirty, pox-scarred body. The rope holding up his bloomer-like pants was untied. His almost toothless, evil grin screamed his intentions. Each child shrank in fear from the sight before them. What had they ever done to deserve this nightmare? Did God hate them this much? Their fears were not sanctioned by governments, but by a depraved humanity. Members of SEAL Team One quietly entered the building after eliminating the feeble resistance of a few untrained guards. If discovered, it meant the SEALS caused all out war between two nations not yet at war for this was an armed invasion. These are the human stories; stories of the love of fellow man. Stories not found in the hate spewing news. Stories instead revealed from downgraded, classified files and told here in The Worth of Souls.
Ever thought of being a spy?
Spys have always had an aura of mystery. What really happens "behind the curtain"? Not all of the work of a spy, or intelligence field officer, is glamor or James Bond-style root-em up, shoot-em up activities Hollywood wants you to think they are. In fact, such activities are extremely few and far between.
I lived the life of an intelligence field officer for more than 35 years. My wife and children know often I came home with regular work hours and spoke nothing about what I did or was doing. That is fortunately the true life of most intelligence field officers. However, when things became extremely challenging in my life, they were hairy. Yes, I've had more than enough shots fired in anger at me. Yes, I've fired back. Oddly, the sound of a gunshot aimed at you and missing is not what you see on TV or from Hollywood.
95% of the life of an intelligence field officer is paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork. It's that other 5% that I write about in my books. Perhaps I should expand on that statement. 4% of the 5% is still classified, but the 1% will get your attention. Recent downgrading of classified information makes these books possible. You will accompany me behind the cloak of secrecy to relive the life of a real spy. This is not Hollywood's lame misrepresentation of the actual worlds of intelligence gathering or even Special Warfare. These events happened. The only thing that is different is the names of actual operators, the actual precise locations or the exact times. These, the Navy insists will keep me out of court and out of jail. Let me know how you enjoy them. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I'll be more than happy to respond.