SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF SUEZ

A Novel

By

Gene C. McCoy

BOOK TWO

CHAPTER 20

Riding back into town Dan felt some pangs of envy as he thought about Greg and Maggie going to a new post where they would meet new people, make new friends, see new sights and have options as to what they wanted or could do with their free time. In just a few hours Greg and Maggie would be in Rome, but the trip would be more than the eleven hours flying time. They would have transcended the calendar by leaping from a fifth century biblical culture back to the twentieth century. The jet lag between Mogadishu, Europe and the States was measured in hours, but the cultural gap was measured in millennia. In Rome they would have opera, theater, concerts and a plethora of restaurants to choose from. They could window shop, sit in the side walk cafes along the Via Veneto across the street from the embassy, or prowl through the narrow cobbled streets, back alleys and lanes that weave and wind through the Eternal City. Dan thought how nice it would be to have a few weeks in Rome to do those things with Liliana.

By the time he reached the embassy, though, Dan knew that he was looking forward to the time when he would leave Mogadishu, return to the States with Liliana, and get on with the next phase of his life that would come with his retirement from the Foreign Service.

He no longer harbored any ambition to be reappointed as ambassador in Mogadishu or anyplace else. The truth was, he realized, he wanted to retire with Liliana to that little New England college town, but he still wanted to stay in Mogadishu until the administration changed, and the time when he could gracefully submit his resignation to ride off into a new sunrise. Thanks to Liliana he had a new perspective on life, and the challenges that it presents. Before Liliana came into his life Dan had thought of retirement as riding off into the sunset and as the end of something. Now, however, he saw it as a new beginning of something new.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the embassy, Abukar jumped out to open the door. Dan climbed out to meet Dave Winters who was just walking in the door of the chancery. "Good morning, Dave," Dan said.

"Good morning, Dan. I was just on my way up to see you. Do you have a few minutes?" he asked.

"Well, my schedule is pretty tight, but I'll see if I can't squeeze you in," he joked. "Sure, come on up and let's have a cup of coffee. I just came from the airport to say goodbye to Greg and Maggie."

"We aren't going to have anything to celebrate now that they're gone, are we?" Dave said and laughed. "I had planned to go out, too, but I had some urgent matters to look in to."

They walked to Dan's office, and after his secretary had served coffee to both of them Dave became serious.

"I just came from talking to some of my contacts about the arrival of those new planes," he said.

"Oh, what did you find out?" Dan asked and sipped the coffee.

"As is frequently the case, there is more than meets the eye," he said.

"That doesn't surprise me," Dan replied. "What's up?"

"The first issue is that there is speculation that there was some baksheesh changed hands between the Italian company which sold the planes and the Minister of Transport."

"That's nothing new. I'd be surprised if there weren't some graft involved. Nothing gets done without a little oil to grease the skids in this part of the world. What else?"

"The planes are going to be used to establish regular air service between Mogadishu and Nairobi," he said.

"I don't believe it," Dan exclaimed. "The Somalis don't even have diplomatic relations with Kenya."

"That's the last point I have. They're going to establish diplomatic relations with Kenya," Dave said and sipped his coffee.

"That's big and good news! Hell, that's one of the main things I've been pressing for ever since I got out here. This is a major breakthrough," Dan said.

"It's good news and it's bad news," Dave said.

"What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that the hard-liners, mostly in the army are outraged. They say they've been sold out. Nothing has been settled in so far as Somalia's claim to the Northern Frontier District of Kenya, the Kenyans are still having shoot outs with Somali nomads, and now, so the army says, nothing will get settled."

"That's not true," Dan said. "The first step in getting the issues in the NFD settled is to get the Somalis and the Kenyans talking. I wish we could get them to do the same thing with the Ethiopians, but maybe that will come later."

"I know you're right, Dan, but the point is whether or not the politicians who are pushing for the establishment of diplomatic relations with Kenya have enough power to hold the army in check," Dave said.

"Apparently it doesn't bother the Prime Minister since he's planning a trip to the States next week," Dan said. "I don't think he'd leave if he thought he had a coup coming down."

"He may be making a mistake. From all I hear the army is really restless, and this talk of bribes to the politicians in order to sell planes the army doesn't want in the first place is just fuel on the fire," Dave said.

"The army is just pissed off because they didn't get a piece of the action, a part of the baksheesh," Dan said.

"That may be true, but it's more than that. The army wants real action, combat, and the Russians are pushing them to take action," Dave said. "The Russians don't want stability on the Horn of Africa, and peace and friendly relations between Kenya and Somalia would be a step in the direction of stability."

"So what do we do? Change our policy and try to stop them from going the diplomatic route?" Dan said. "No way," he answered his own rhetorical question.

"No. There's nothing we can do except just sit tight and watch the thing play out," Dave said.

"That's the way I see things, and I agree. This is all a very interesting turn of events, so put this latest development into a cable to Washington and slug it info to Addis and Nairobi," Dan said. "I'll be seeing the PM before he leaves on his trip to the States, and I'll feel him out to see what he thinks. What's the agenda for establishing diplomatic relations and the air service?"

"They plan to tie the diplomatic knot sometime next month, after the PM returns from his trip, then they start regular air service. In the meantime the company that sold the planes is going to start training Somali pilots to fly them. Next week they're starting a regular twice-a-week domestic run up to Hargeisia, and the following week the President will use one of the planes for a trip to inspect the drought area in the north around a town called Las Anod."

"Wow, Somalia is moving slowly out of the dark ages with presidential airplanes and all. They're sort of like kids with new toys. How many planes does Somali Airlines have now?" Dan asked.

"Six Cessna 180s and now two Viscounts," Dave replied.

"Even by African standards, Somalia is retarded," Dan remarked. "No self-respecting Head of State in any other African country would think of making a trip abroad in anything less than a 707 or a DC-8. Anything else?" Dan asked.

"That,s it," Dave replied and stood up. "I'll go draft that cable and send it by you."

When Dave left the office Dan's first thought was that if the Somalis pulled this off without a coup or some other kind of internal struggle that resulted in violence, he and Liliana could make a trip to Nairobi together before they left Africa for good. With more than one airline flight a week, they could both leave within a day or two of one another without causing a major scandal, he mused. Then his tendency to reason and look for significance when there was none crept in, and he projected his own way of thinking into other people. Dan thought everyone would still put two and two, and the two of them together, but he was beginning to care less what people thought. Dan was mentally planning a trip to Treetops and Outspan with Liliana when the telephone buzzed. He picked it up and his secretary said that Pete Stuart, an officer in the USAID Mission and his regular tennis partner, had an urgent matter he wished to discuss with Dan. Dan told her to tell Pete to come right over.

A half an hour later Pete and Dan sat in the chairs in the corner of the office sipping coffee. "We have what may be a serious problem over in the USAID Mission, sir, and the Director asked me to come over and talk to about it," Pete said, then told Dan that one of the employees in the USAID Mission, Kurt Conrad, had been charged with illegal hunting. His guns had been confiscated and Kurt was being threatened with arrest, none of which looked good for Kurt or the American Embassy.

Kurt was what in the Foreign Service they call a TCN, a Third Country National, which meant that while he was a U. S. Government employee he was not a local or U.S. Citizen. His position title was End Use Officer and it was his job to verify that the commodities and equipment which the United States Government brought into Somalia as a part of the foreign aid program were used as they were supposed to be used. Although Kurt was an Austrian, he had been an officer in the German Army and he had a Prussian, commitment to discipline and order.

When WW II ended Kurt had tried to settle down to an ordinary life, but like a lot of ex-soldiers he had not been able to find his place in the slow tedious process of rebuilding Europe. He had drifted down to Africa and had knocked around in Libya, Kenya, and the Sudan before finally settling in Somalia. He was trained in accountancy, was thorough and methodical, and he had tracked down some bizarre and flagrant diversions of equipment.

In one case he had discovered that a Volkswagen "Bug" which had been financed by the U.S. and was intended for use on a public health project was actually being used by and was registered in the name of the Somali Minister of Health. The embassy confronted the Minister, who of course denied any intention of wrong doing, and eventually the car was turned over to the project. In another incident Kurt found that some heavy duty air conditioning equipment that had been imported and paid for by the U.S. for a public safety project had been installed in the personal residence of General Hussein, the Deputy Commandant of the Somali National Police. The air conditioners were supposed to have been used to cool some expensive radio gear that was part of a national police communications network that the Americans were helping to set up, but one of General Hussein's four wives had convinced him that they could be better used to cool the heat that was generated in their bedroom. Once again Dan confronted the Somali Government and the air conditioners were moved to their proper location.

Aside from the issue of bad publicity and just another thorn in the side in so far as American relations with the Somalis was concerned, Dan felt the Americans owed Kurt as much protection as they could give him.

"You're right about the possibility of this becoming serious, as least serious for Kurt," Dan said. "I was at a cocktail party last night and General Hussein was there talking about trying to control illegal hunting, and especially the slaughter of leopards. But General Hussein is actually taking his cues from his boss, General Aden Ossman. I don't think Hussein gives a damn about anything, but Aden is serious about trying to control illegal hunting. Fortunately I have a lot of rapport with Aden, and we may be able to work something out. I can't say the same for Hussein, and there is probably nothing he would like better than to send someone to jail just to set an example. The fact that it would be an employee of the American Embassy would just be the frosting on the cake. Hussein is anti-American."

"You know, sir, that Kurt was the one who found those aid financed air conditioners installed in General Hussein's bedroom," Pete said.

"I remember that incident," Dan replied. "All the more reason for him to take a personal interest in this case. He's the kind who never forgets. He knows he could never send an American to jail because of our diplomatic immunity. The most he could get is to have one of us P N G'd, declared persona non grata, but with Kurt being a Third Country National he's got a sitting duck. Did you know that "Papa Doc" tried to get me P N G's out of my last ambassadorial post?" Dan said feeling a rush of excitement. Dan was glad to have something on which he could focus his energy.

"No, sir, I didn't know that." Pete said.

"Yes," Dan said, "but he couldn't pull it off. In the end he had my wife kicked out. He said she was a threat to the internal security of the country. Can you imagine my timid little wife being a threat to the internal security of any country?" Dan stood up. "I'll look into this, Pete, and see what we can do. In the meantime, tell Kurt to relax. I'll be damned if I'm going to let one of my employees go to jail. I've had pissing contests with skunks before, and when I get in a pissing contest I like to win."

General Ossman Dan found out was in the north of the country making preparations for the President's forthcoming visit, and the earliest appointment he could get with him was on the following Friday. In the meantime Dan asked Dave Winters to see what he could find out about Kurt's case.

The Somali National Police was a para-military force that was, in the internal political balance, a counter-force to the Army. The police were pro-western and equipped and trained by British and American public safety technicians. The army, on the other hand, was under the influence of the Russians. Most of the army officers had been trained in the Soviet Union, their hardware was all Russian, and the Russians had a huge military training mission in Somalia.

General Aden Ossman, the Commandant of the Police, was one of Dan's most valuable contacts, and Dan frequently used him as a go between to convey important messages that the embassy wanted to send to the government. Ossman had good solid political connections to the President of the Republic, the Prime Minister, and the political bosses in the SYL, the Somali Youth League, the ruling political party. He was Sandhurst educated and held very pro-western political views. Ossman was slim, elegant, clean shaven and very much a British officer and a gentleman. When he wasn't wearing his cool, tailored, khaki colored gaberdine uniform he chose white linen suits, and he drove himself around town in a white Mercedes, three hundred something, convertible.

General Hussein was actually an army officer who was detailed to the National Police as Ossman's deputy, probably to keep and eye on Ossman, and he presented the macho image of a hard hitting, combat seasoned soldier. He had a big black handle bar moustache, always wore his olive drab combat fatigue uniform with rolled up sleeves, a wide military web belt from which a pearl handled revolver hung, and a red beret. He rode around town in a chauffeur driven black Mercedes sedan with a three star general's flag snapping on the right front fender.

By late Monday afternoon Dave Winters had given Dan a report on Kurt's case, and Dan called Pete over to his office.

General Hussein, Dan had learned, had some weeks ago put out the word that he would like to nail Kurt on any trumped up charge. Just what the General was offering in exchange for Kurt's head was not clear, but with the police having as much power as they did in Somalia, it never hurt to have a high ranking officer indebted to you. Hussein had no difficulty getting people to cooperate with him. In the case of Kurt, Hussein claimed that he had hundreds of witnesses who would swear under oath that Kurt had been involved in the slaughter of leopards and other wild animals for years. "Kurt Conrad is an ex-Nazi. He belongs in jail and that's exactly where I intend to put him," General Hussein was reported to have said.

Dan's plan was to try and go around Hussein and take the matter up directly with General Aden Ossman when he returned on Friday. Dan's hope was that he could get Ossman to drop the charges and allow Kurt to leave the country. Dan asked Pete if he thought he could find a job for Kurt in another Mission somewhere in Africa. "For the time being" Dan said, "I'll let Ossman figure out how to deal with Hussein."

Pete agreed to send a cable to other African posts, and later in the week Dan saw a copy of what Pete had drafted and sent out in the embassy reading file. The rest of the week was quiet, both on the diplomatic front and at home.

Dan and Liliana enjoyed the more relaxed pace with fewer parties, and they slipped gently into a new phase in their love affair. Everything was less urgent, but the intensity of their love for one another deepened. They were both looking forward to Marlisa's departure on the next Sunday and the time when they would no longer feel that they had a spy in their midst.

Gene McCoy © July 1998

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