B J Jones the Story of My LifeChapter 512
“Ben, deception time again,” I said as I picked up the phone. I called the dispatcher at Andrews, “When is the next flight to Gitmo?” I asked. “What do you need to go? There are no passenger flights this week except by special orders,” the dispatcher replied. “A top secret flight carrying a terrorist passenger. There is to be no manifest.” “That will take special orders for sure Ma-am,” the dispatcher replied. “Special orders from whom?” I asked. “There is a list. I will have to check...