Excerpts From a Diary

Introduction

17^th December 2004

            I sat there with a glass of brandy in my hand thinking of the manuscript that lay on the beat up old coffee table in this hovel I was living.My life was slowly ebbing away but I had kept the promise that I had mad to myself many years ago.I would do nothing with it until those that would be affected by it had all departed to their fates in the great beyond.My mind began to return to the past.To the day I was given the information that I had read and re-read after returning to La Paz.Why me?For the love of God, why me?

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14^th July 1986 

           I was sitting in a small café on the Isla de Tigre in the Golfo de Fonseca allowing a Shaman to try to patch up my face.The bruises were by the way of the beloved Sandinista’s hospitality that I had endured for two days.When my compatriots had rescued me I had the pleasure of seeing blood pouring out of two throats on the inside and two on the outside.I almost had an orgasm.I had become the same as the rest in this part of the world.This whole fucking area El Salvador, Nicaragua, and sometimes Honduras were just killing fields with death of squads running wild.My group weren’t virgins.We were loyal to no one.As long as the payments kept coming from Big Brother we were there for them.I had many conversation’s with Commandandte Cerro.He felt the same as I.Kill, rape, pillage, see that the ships were loaded with drugs, get paid and drink yourself into a stupor.I was blessed that I had a wife and Villa in La Paz to escape to.In fact I only came to hell when asked to.

         At that very moment two uniformed officers entered the café and approached me.I could tell by their uniforms what country they represented but that will die with me.They saluted me, handed me a large leather suitcase, and were gone as fast as they appeared.Even in South America it was well known what kind of cesspool they had entered.

         After they left I went to a small room on the second floor.Opening the suitcase I found inside a metal case.Using the keys the senior officer had given me I opened the case.There were two journal like books and a number of neatly stacked piles of paper held together by rubber bands.Also there was a black envelope.Opening it I found a folded sheet of paper which I laid aside.A musty smell permeated the room.The case had not been opened for a long time.

         I slowly opened the journal marked “A”.There was a bootle of Tequilla and a pack of cigarettes placed on the table by my hosts.Although now a nonsmoker I felt compelled to light one up.Opening the journal I felt that I was leaving this world of today and passing into some time warp of the past.I was being guided through time.

        I will never know how long I was suspended but as I returned to the present covered with sweat and shaking after reading the entire contents of the case I looked at the table.The cigarette was unlit and the Tequilla had not been touched.I realized that what I had just read must have been how Howard Carter felt when he discovered King Tut’s tomb.I just read the note.”Read these writings and above all do not dismiss them as foolish lies.It will be up to you to decide the difference as you walk the fine line between truth and fiction.The memories of so many that tried to keep a cancer that would have risen again from the ashes of a diabolical time.We remain through out eternity grateful to you.”