Though I love him like a brother and would trust him with my life, engaging “Hank” in conversation is not something I do often or for fun. Regardless of the questions I think I have in mind, my evening calls invariably result in an eight or nine hour forced march into a succession of revelations so dizzying, so daunting, sleep deprivation is the least of my concerns.
But I still can't help picking up the phone.
As a veteran reporter who made his bones on the streets of Milwaukee and Chicago and the mud of Woodstock during that tribal uprising called the 'Sixties, I have, like Hank, a burning need to know what's going down behind the slickly recited PR that passes for “nooze”. And as a former navy man myself, and master under sail, I know the survival value of timely and accurate information - what swabbies call, “the gouge”.
So when disinformation is jamming public radars like chaff, and spin becomes a blur, who else would I call? A military man to his bones, in the 16 years I've collaborated with him, the remarkably well-informed source I call “Hank” has brought a careful competency and blunt outspokenness to the often successful and rarely reported mission of holding dangerous idiots accountable before they get people - usually his friends in uniform - killed.
Wouldn't you call him, too?
CAUGHT IN THE NET
My first question concerning the Pentagon's recent atomic SNAFU was so instantly obvious, every other U.S. news organization has been careful not to raise a corporate eyebrow and likewise inquire: “Does the official story fly?”
“The investigation and punishment were a direct result of the story we published,” Hank replied with a release of pent-up intel that sounded like the Halabja dam about to let go.
Damn! I thought. This boy wades right in. But could a story as outrageous as Command Override really have scored a direct hit on attentive brass - like the “poppers” and Chinese microchip stories before it, and Israel's abortive nuclear strike on Iran?
Say again, I broke in. “Can you confirm what you just said?”
“That's a confirm,” Hank said. “And that came from multiple sources. People are reading your stuff, dude. It's having an effect.”
Inquiring minds now want to know: Did 70 Minot minnows deserve to get swallowed by bigger fish that got away?
ORDERS ARE NOT ALWAYS FOR HAMBURGERS
“The powers that be, all the way from the Commander-in-Chief down to the people who ran the two bases, all the people, from air traffic controllers - these things have beacons on them - if you were told, ignore it and you did, you are in trouble.” Hank's comments came in a characteristic rush of main points and asides that knew my own military mindset was locked in synch. In this case, I knew he was referring to the fact that America's nuclear weapons are equipped with beeping transponders that should have been tracked in flight - and cross-checked with superiors. This did not happen.
So the firings were fair?
“All of the people who got fired should have been fired because they obeyed an illegal order, and they knew it,” he replied. “And they went outside the chain of command after being told: 'You're going to turn off your alarms that tell people these things are being taken out to the tarmac. You are going to sit on this information until we tell you otherwise…We are going to do all these weird things and you are just going to ignore it.'
“They were taught to obey these things,” he added, referring to strict nuclear verification procedures. “They had an opportunity to say no, and they decided to go along. Some of the folks who were smacked, let's say they were collateral. A base group of 45 should've got the boot. At least 10 of them should have gone to jail, or been shot.”
“Holy crap!” I exclaimed, borrowing one of his favorite phrases.
“Yessir!” Hank said. “These are the people who got the keys, opened the nuclear bunker, put the bomb on the truck, drove it out - and didn't see the guys with the guns and the painted faces” who were supposed to be keeping eyes-on the surrounding environment. If no guards are present when you roll out a nuke, the rules are simple and direct: Do not proceed. Do not go for coffee. GO BACK INSIDE!
'Instead,” Hank resumed, “it was “wink and nod, and nudge nudge.” He assumed an enlisted's whine: “They said, 'go ahead'. And I want to get back to my copy of I Dream Of Jeannie…”
“But during a nuclear loadout,” I interjected, “it takes just one person raising their hand to shut the whole thing down.”
“Correct!” Hank concurred. “One person raising their hand would've stopped it: 'Can I see your orders? Can I have a receipt?' would've stopped it.”
So why oh why, I wanted to know, in the midst of a full nuclear loadout never before undertaken by the United States Air Force - and with no announced threats incoming on any radar - didn't one of the 70 people most directly involved ask the most basic WTF?
Or if they did, why weren't they listened to, as strict nuclear protocols and procedures demand? Hank added.
“They must have thought they were following a legitimate order,” I ventured.
“They could not have thought they were following a legitimate order, because the orders were so whacky,” Hank shot back, segueing into the mimicry that is his expository trademark: 'We're going to put it all together and slap it on this plane, and we don't know where it's going to. And for several hours the guards who are supposed to be guarding this stuff just aren't going to be there.'
“When it comes down to the movement of nuclear weapons, there is a totally different universe of thought,” he later picked up this thread. And yanked. “The people selected to do this know that this could effect millions of people in an instant. Plus the fact that we're on a war footing; we've got terrorist alerts left and right. Any extreme goes these days - six nuclear weapons loaded on an airplane bound some fuckin' where, and we're going to go bomb the crap out of somebody.
“We are not that at war,” he added heatedly. “This wasn't for transportation. These were locked and loaded weapons. It was a war loadout. This was getting ready to shoot somebody in the face. They were loading weapons and handing them to somebody to go shoot somebody. They had the opportunity to stop and think, What are we actually doing?”
Big news, guys: “Dr. Strangelove” was not a training video.
HAVE A NICE WEEKEND
Hank could have been standing on the Minot apron last August, looking up with a group of wide-eyed Airedales at six “hot” nuclear cruise missiles being fueled in place under a strategic bomber's wings.
“It's unmistakable. Somebody is going to get bombed,” he voiced their thoughts. “These are SLAMS - stand off weapons. What possible place that we could be bombing at this very moment would require that much firepower? And we're talking the permanent devastation of part of this planet?”
These were not just some worker bees lashing crates of oranges to the deck of a schooner. These were highly trained individuals handling nuclear freaking weapons! “It's not just part of their job to affix it to a plane until the plane flies off, but to secure them until they are needed,” Hank pointed out.
And yet, I reiterated, on a base mostly shut down for the Family Day weekend, “There's no alert. DEFCON status hasn't changed… ”
“Correct,” my source again affirmed. “Nothing's happening to indicate a need to bomb somebody. What were they thinking? I would like to know. These things are supposed to prevent war.”
If Hank was a happy camper, you definitely would not want to get caught wandering around his AO wearing a bear suit.
“People need to get booted in the ass so hard their nuts fly out of their mouths,” he suggested: “'This is your job, asshole. This is what you get paid for.' “
The combat veteran paused in disbelief - both at the professional misconduct of so many highly trained individuals, and the scale of retribution that he was told followed our Internet “outing” of a FUBAR even more serious than an admitted Broken Spear nuclear “accident”.
ROLL CALL
“We didn't need a few heads to roll,” he continued. “This is a drum roll of heads rolling. Anything over 10, you're shittin' me. When I heard it was 70, I had to sit the hell down. This was one singular event cutting the largest singular swath through the military. Remember Pearl Harbor? How many people got court-marshaled?”
I knew the answer from writing Days of Deception. And before unjustly tarnishing his reputation, Washington had deliberately kept Admiral Kimmell away from their closely held intel tracking Nagumo's approaching fleet.
“This was 70 people of different rank across the board,” Hank continued. ”But this went beyond the base commander. It should have gone all the way to the NCA.”
This means you, Dubya.
“At what level of incompetence did we stop at?” Hank kept going. “Are you saying that a Lieutenant Colonel is capable of initiating a nuclear strike? Actually a colonel is. Did we fire a colonel? No. A five-star general? We have one of those. No. How far up the chain of command did it go, and why did it stop there?”
Whoa, I said, speaking through my journalist's hat. Everyone involved says the National Command Authority did not know this incident was taking place. Bush and Gates were both notified as soon as six live nukes were found dangling from the wing of a B-52 parked alone and unguarded on the Barksdale tarmac. Of course, that little discovery supposedly did not come until the next day…
A FEW QUESTIONS BEFORE YOUR TROPICAL RETIREMENT
Hank fielded my demur and lobbed it smoking toward the White House: “There is zero way they should not have been involved,” he declared. “In order to take one nuke and fly it over the United States, the NCA would have A: had to be involved. B. had to be involved. And C: had to be involved. You get my point.”
I did.
“There are no other [authorizing] fingers. That's it. There are only two. That would be the President, and the Secretary of Defense.”
He switched to sounding like a prosecutor at a military tribunal: 'You 'didn't know.' How was it possible that you didn't know?”
Addressing the judges, he pointed to the NCA: “They're supposed to be competent in their jobs. There are so many safeguards in place, it could not have occurred without them being involved. They either had to acknowledge a statement that someone else made - or sign a piece of paper put in front of them. Once you do something like this, it doesn't go away. It follows you around. It's on your record that you deployed nuclear weapons.”
He paused before firing for effect:
“Or admit that they were out of the loop. That's the rock and the hard place. There is no gray area here. Either you are in control of our nuclear weapons arsenal. Or not. And if you are not, would you please point to the person in the room who is. Whether the order came from within the system or outside the system - this event occurred. Explain it. If it happened without your cooperation or acknowledgement or involvement, can you please point to the individual who did your job and is not being accountable for the 'mistake'? You want to pin a nuclear weapon on an E-2. Really?”
(I promise you have never heard sarcastic skepticism until you've heard Hank utter that six-letter word.)
“They're firing everybody,” he recapped. “'Even if you came into the room while we're firing people - we're firing you, too.' How do you fire 70 people for a single event, and not be able to pin it on the highest person involved?”
Someone had to play Devil's Advocate General.
“They did get the Minot Base commander,” I suggested.
“Oh, please, “ Hank came back. “No! The commander only sits on them. He doesn't deploy them. If somebody shows up with a legitimate order, he supplies them - three of these, five of those. Where did that plane originate? Where did the order to load that plane originate? A base commander cannot have a plane, and the weapons, and the release codes under his purview. That does not happen. Otherwise, if he was a loose cannon, he could load up and launch his own mission.
“Instead we've got the person at the top saying 'I don't recall'…
“Holding people accountable…I think that's mandatory. Even Tailhook went all the way up the chain,” Hank pointed out, referring to the abrupt end of the Navy zoomies' female harassment parties that saw an admiral keel-hauled. “These are the guys who are actually in charge of the things that take cities off the map. This is very high profile. It's hilarious on one side. And it's damn scary on the other."