Iraq Confidential The Untold Story of The Intelligence Conspiracy To Undermine The UN and Overthrow Saddam Hussein (PDFDrive)
Iraq Confidential The Untold Story of The Intelligence Conspiracy To Undermine The UN and Overthrow Saddam Hussein (PDFDrive)
Iraq Confidential
The Untold Story of
America’s Intelligence Conspiracy
Scott Ritter
Foreword by
Seymour Hersh
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This book shows just how pe�y and shortsighted bureaucrats can be
when vital questions of war and peace are at stake. It is a book about
the unwillingness of the American Central Intelligence Agency and the
president’s National Security Council to permit an arm of the United
Nations, led by an American Marine major, to carry out successful
investigations into what weapons capacity Saddam Hussein actually had.
Ri�er was tipped off about the American double cross by some of his old
friends in the British intelligence community. Iraq Confidential is a book to
make you, like Ri�er, angry.
It also helps explain why America’s warning agencies, with their
thousands of FBI agents at home and thousands of CIA operatives abroad,
failed to provide advance information on al-Qaeda’s planning for the
September 11 bombings. At crucial moments, the FBI would not share its
information with the CIA and the CIA, at almost all times, refused to share
its files with the FBI.
Ri�er was in the middle of such madness as he tried, throughout the
1990s, to sort out what Iraq had, or did not have. Ironically the chaos
surrounding UNSCOM was counterbalanced by the remarkable unity
and team-spiritedness of its culturally diverse members. Ri�er’s story
sometimes reads like a thriller, as UN inspectors chase and are chased by
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Preface
In August 1998, I walked away from the best job I ever had, and probably
would ever have, in my life. For nearly seven years I had served as a UN
weapons inspector who, like hundreds of others of my colleagues, had
been mandated by the United Nations Security Council to oversee the
disarmament of Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction programs as part of
the United Nations Special Commission, or UNSCOM. In my role as an
UNSCOM inspector, I was provided with an opportunity that was unique
– I was able not only to plan and implement inspections, but also to have
control of the direction, collection and assessment of the intelligence
information used in every phase of these operations.
As a senior member of the UNSCOM staff, I was also privy to the high-
level political intrigue that surrounded the work of the inspectors. I was
responsible for some of the most sensitive operations, and most delicate
liaison activities, that UNSCOM was involved in.
These circumstances placed me in the position of being able to tell the
complete story of UNSCOM’s secret intelligence operations inside Iraq.
Until now, this history has gone unwri�en, and the CIA’s version of events
has been paramount.
While UNSCOM inspections provide the framework around which this
story is told, no one should mistake this book as the definitive story of
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UNSCOM and the effort to disarm Iraq. This book only includes details
relevant to the secret intelligence war that took place inside Iraq and around
the world, pi�ing inspector against Iraqi, and inspector against the CIA.
The book describes a dozen or so inspections – overall, UNSCOM carried
out nearly 300 discrete inspection missions, and thousands of monitoring
inspections. My narrative jumps from inspection to inspection in seamless
fashion. The reader needs to understand that my story unfolded while
UNSCOM was engaged in a tremendous amount of other work, which
took the form of the intervening inspections missing from the sequence
presented here. I place a heavy emphasis on the inspections I was involved
with, because I saw them with my own eyes. However, this does not in
any way imply a denigration of the tremendous, and critically important,
work of the hundreds of others inspectors not mentioned in this book.
Without their hard work, dedication and sacrifice, Iraq could not have
been disarmed to the extent it had been. I salute these fellow inspectors.
On the sources of information used for this book, I have wherever possible
provided an appropriate citation of any document used. The primary
source of documents is derived from my personal files accumulated over
my nearly seven years of work with UNSCOM. I have also, during my
time as an inspector, and a�erwards, had the opportunity to speak with
important figures who figure prominently in this book.
Where possible, I have identified these individuals, and the date of the
interview. Others, by necessity, must remain nameless. Those American
officials who have spoken to me about the activities and events cited in
this book have done so in confidence. The same is true of the Iraqi sources
I have drawn upon. Given the ongoing situation inside Iraq, naming these
sources would only put them at risk from the Iraqi insurgency, the Iraqi
government or the American military. Some of my Iraqi sources were
interviewed before the war, and are currently imprisoned without any
criminal charges being made against them. I chose not to identify these
Iraqis as well, since to do so might prejudice their treatment in jail. Likewise,
I have sought to use the actual names of as many people as possible who
appear in this story. However, many of the characters I discuss were, and
possibly are, serving officers in their respective intelligence services, and in
those cases I have used a pseudonym in order to protect their true identity.
Also, given the controversial nature of the subject ma�er contained in this
book, I have used pseudonyms for junior officials whose privacy should
be respected.
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Cabbage Patch Code name for the UNSCOM 61 inspection mission in Iraq,
conducted in September–October 1993, which used airborne
ground-penetrating radar to detect buried Iraqi missiles
CCT Combat Control Team, US Air Force personnel specially trained
in controlling air traffic inside enemy territory
CIA Central Intelligence Agency, the agency within the US
Government responsible for overseeing foreign intelligence
collection and analysis
CSCI Capable Sites/Concealment Investigations Team, established by
order of Executive Chairman Richard Butler on 4 August 1997,
this specialized unit within UNSCOM coordinated the most
sensitive intelligence and special inspection operations in Iraq
CSPSU Capable Sites Planning Support Unit, the successor unit to the
CSCI team, established in June 1998
DAT Digital audio tape, used by the SCE to record Iraqi communications
signals
Delta Force The US Army’s elite counter-terrorist unit, formally known as
Special Operations Forces Detachment-Delta
DIA Defense Intelligence Agency, the agency within the US
Department of Defense responsible for overseeing military
intelligence collection and analysis
DIS Defence Intelligence Service, the British Ministry of Defence
agency responsible for military intelligence ma�ers
DGS See Amn al-Amm
DMI Directorate of Military Intelligence, the Israeli Defense Force’s
intelligence arm
DNA Defense Nuclear Agency, a Department of Defense agency
responsible for overseeing nuclear weapons activities, as well as
associated arms control projects
DO Directorate of Operations, the CIA’s covert operations
directorate
DO/NE Directorate of Operations, Near East Division, the organization
inside the Directorate for Operations responsible for the Middle
East, including Iraq
DOD Department of Defense
EOD Explosive Ordnance Disposal, special units trained and equipped
to make safe unexploded military munitions
FBI Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Department of Justice agency
responsible for domestic law enforcement issues, including
counter-terrorism and counter-espionage
FCO Foreign and Commonwealth Office, the British equivalent of the
United States State Department
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Final Curtain The code name for the CIA/NSA program providing support to
the UNSCOM SIGINT activities in Iraq
FIS Foreign Intelligence Service, the post-Soviet successor to the
KGB, responsible for foreign intelligence
FLIR Forward Looking Infra-Red, a night vision system mounted on
helicopters and used by UNSCOM to support night inspection
operations
FTG Foreign Training Group, a unit within the CIA’s Special Activities
Staff responsible for coordinating training with UNSCOM
Gateway The name of the CIA’s analytical and operational planning support
center in Bahrain, used in support of UNSCOM operations
GCHQ The British code breaking service, equivalent to the US
Government’s NSA
GPR Ground-penetrating radar, special devices designed to look
underground for buried material. UNSCOM used two types of
GPR – airborne and hand held
IAD International Activities Division, the unit within the CIA’s
Directorate for Operations responsible for overseeing
international operations, and in which resided the Special
Activities Staff paramilitary unit
IAU Information Assessment Unit, the organization within UNSCOM
which oversaw intelligence liaison and information analysis
IAEA International Atomic Energy Agency. The organization
responsible for carrying out the nuclear aspects of implementation
of Security Council resolution 687 (1991)
IDF Israeli Defense Force
INA The Iraqi National Accord, a joint CIA-SIS sponsored Iraqi
opposition group
INC The Iraqi National Congress, a CIA sponsored Iraqi opposition
group
IOG The Iraq Operations Group, a secret unit inside the CIA tasked
with overthrowing Saddam Hussein
ISMTF Iraq Sanctions Monitoring Task Force, the CIA unit set up to
coordinate intelligence support to UNSCOM from 1991 until
early 1992
JCS Joint Chiefs of Staff, the US military joint command structure
JRC Joint Reconnaissance Center, the US military branch responsible
for tasking national imagery collection assets
Mass Appeal Also known as Operation Mass Appeal, the British MI6 covert
operation designed to influence public opinion on issues
pertaining to Iraq and WMD
MI6 The British Secret Intelligence Service (SIS)
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Prologue
In the Eye of the Storm
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blocking positions in front of me. Others hemmed in our convoy from the
le�-hand lane, trying to squeeze into any gaps that presented themselves.
Fortunately we had been prepared for these tactics before arriving in Iraq
and the convoy held together, our vehicles driving bumper to bumper to
prevent them from spli�ing us up.
Iraqi police vehicles by this point had commandeered the entire thorough-
fare, effectively halting the flow of traffic on one of Baghdad’s busiest
streets. To my right, the turn-off into the Defense Ministry approached,
and without any prompting my driver, a tall former British Royal Marine
named Chris Cobb-Smith, veered off towards the main gate.
My heart pounded as the Nissan turned off the thoroughfare. This
particular moment, whenever the inspection team unequivocally
commi�ed itself to a specific site, had become a tense one for Cobb-Smith
and me. It was hard not to think of our previous run-ins with the site
guards. During an a�empt to inspect the headquarters of the Iraqi Special
Security Organization the previous fall, Cobb-Smith and I had come face
to face with Iraqi soldiers and security officers who were taken by surprise
at our arrival. I ended up with a pistol pointed at my head, and Cobb-
Smith was looking down the barrel of a fully loaded machine gun. Only
the quick actions of one of the Iraqi ‘minders’, who literally threw himself
between us and the Iraqi soldiers, prevented a disaster from occurring.
I tried not to dwell on such experiences as we approached the gate of
the Ministry of Defense. When we were nearer, I noticed that the soldiers
manning the gate and perimeter of the complex, elite paratroopers
sporting red berets, were springing into action. I was reassured to see that
Brigadier Sadiq, one of the most level-headed and quick-thinking of the
minders, was riding in the lead ‘minder’ vehicle. But this time intervention
wasn’t required. The Iraqi soldiers simply closed the gate and pulled a
lever, which exposed a set of spikes known as ‘dragon’s teeth’, designed to
puncture the tires of any vehicle a�empting to cross over. An Iraqi officer
approached, and identified himself as the officer of the guard. He asked
what our purpose was arriving at the Ministry of Defense. Through Sadiq,
I explained that we were UN weapons inspectors who had come to inspect
the site. Without blinking, the officer of the guard noted that he had no
authorization to permit our entry. He had to report our arrival to his chain
of command.
It was unlikely to be favorably received. A few months earlier, Iraq’s dep-
uty prime minister and chief negotiator on WMD issues, Tariq Aziz, had
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sat down with the UNSCOM chairman Richard Butler and gone through
a list of sites UNSCOM wanted to inspect. When the Ministry of Defense
came up Aziz had interrupted Butler. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ he said.
‘Any a�empt to inspect the Ministry of Defense would mean war.’
And here we were. I turned to Brigadier Sadiq, and requested again
that the inspection team be given immediate access to the Ministry of
Defense. ‘I will relay your request, Mr. Ri�er,’ the Brigadier responded.
‘But you know that His Excellency, Tariq Aziz, has said that to inspect this
place means war, and as such will never be allowed.’ With this, we both
retreated to our respective vehicles, to put in place a chain of events that
could lead to imminent military action. I picked up my radio, and placed
a call to the UNSCOM offices in Baghdad.
My radio call set in motion a number of events. First, Richard Butler,
si�ing in his office on the thirtieth floor of the UN building in New York,
was notified that the team had been denied entry. Butler in turn notified his
deputy, Charles Duelfer, an employee of the US State Department, and Bill
Richardson, the US Ambassador to the United Nations. Charles Duelfer
served as Butler’s principal liaison with the national security bureaucracy
of the US government, and in this role he placed calls to the staff of the
US National Security Council (NSC). Before the inspection began, the
NSC had called together representatives from all of the major agencies
in Washington involved with issues relating to Iraq. Once Duelfer’s con-
firmation that we had been denied access was received, National Security
Advisor Sandy Berger and the NSC went into overdrive: calls were placed
to the Pentagon, State Department and CIA. The military and diplomatic
machinery necessary for any military action was being set in motion.
Bill Richardson also made some phone calls of his own. First he called
a special secure line, reaching a State Department communications officer
traveling with the Secretary of State, Madeleine Albright, who was at
that time preparing for a formal state dinner with her French counterpart
in Paris. Richardson then called the secretary-general of the United
Nations, Kofi Annan, le�ing him know that there was a crisis underway
in Baghdad that could test the resolve of the United Nations. Annan had
received a similar call from Richard Butler, and was standing by in his
office, surrounded by his closest advisors, waiting to see how events
would unfold.
I could almost feel the eyes of every inspector on my team boring
into me as I put down the radio. The sweat trickled down my neck. The
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only way for the inspectors to be safe, and for Iraq to be disarmed, was
if UNSCOM was seen as a neutral organization. But by this stage I was
starting to have serious doubts myself on that score. I was concerned
at the growing divergence between the people who were serious about
disarming Iraq and the people who wanted to support US foreign policy,
and I wasn’t sure which camp the UNSCOM chairman sat in.
UNSCOM had been surrounded by such ambiguities since it came
into being in 1991. It was created to implement UN resolution 687. This
resolution’s ostensible purpose was to rid the world of Iraq’s weapons of
mass destruction (WMD). The reality of resolution 687 was different. Hav-
ing led an international coalition to drive Iraq out of occupied Kuwait in
1991, while promising to extract a ‘Nuremburg-like retribution’ for Iraq’s
actions,1 George H. W. Bush’s government was confronted with the reality
that Saddam Hussein, even a�er a crushing military defeat, still remained
in power. Bush needed to get rid of him – for domestic political reasons if
nothing else. The CIA believed that any credible effort designed to disarm
Iraq of its WMD would not only rid the world of a legitimate proliferation
problem, but would also undercut Saddam’s standing and jolt the rest of
the Iraqi leadership into the realization that their country’s interests would
best be served if the Iraqi president were removed from power.
As they cra�ed Security Council resolution 687, American diplomats
had destabilizing and undermining Saddam Hussein at the front of their
minds rather than the complex business of disarmament. Disarmament
was merely a vehicle for achieving the larger US objective of regime
change. In order to achieve their ultimate objective of undermining
Saddam’s power base, the USA pushed for the disarmament mandate to
be severe, and the price of non-cooperation to be high. For this reason,
under resolution 687, the stringent economic sanctions imposed on Iraq
following its invasion of Kuwait were extended until Iraq was found to be
in complete compliance with its disarmament mandate. Many members of
the Security Council – including Russia and China – deemed this to be too
harsh. In order to bring them on board, the USA cra�ed language which,
included as paragraph 14, sought to portray the disarmament of Iraq as a
step ‘towards the goal of establishing in the Middle East a zone free from
weapons of mass destruction and all missiles for their delivery’. However,
as the dra�ers of this language have privately stated to me, paragraph
14 was always intended to be a ‘throwaway’ element designed to induce
faltering Security Council members into presenting a solid front against
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Saddam Hussein. There was never any intention on the part of the USA to
pursue paragraph 14.
In fact, one might almost say that the entire resolution was a throwaway
statement. It was cra�ed for the purpose of ‘pu�ing Saddam in a cage’, to
quote former US Secretary of State James Baker. The Bush administration
had already stated as official policy that economic sanctions against Iraq
would not be li�ed, regardless of Iraq’s compliance with its disarmament
obligation, a policy which was in direct opposition to the le�er and intent
of resolution 687.2 So weapons inspections were created at the United
Nations in an atmosphere of duplicity.
The Iraqis for their part didn’t want to be disarmed. Saddam understood
that he had to be seen as cooperating with the UN inspectors; his defeat
in Kuwait le� no room for doubt in that regard. But he couldn’t allow
his inner circle to perceive him as weak. According to senior Iraqis with
firsthand knowledge of events, shortly a�er the Security Council passed
resolution 687, Saddam ordered the creation of a high-level commi�ee
which, at the same time as Iraq was submi�ing a declaration to the UN
inspectors detailing its holdings of WMD, was to orchestrate a massive
concealment campaign.
The Iraqi ‘concealment commi�ee’ got straight to work, taking physical
control of weapons, production equipment and documents relating to
WMD. Documents were moved to secluded holding areas, while weapons
and production equipment were placed on vehicles and moved around in
smaller convoys in order to escape detection. Cover stories were concocted
for facilities engaged in WMD-related activity, and factory workers were
coached through the deception by special teams of fake inspectors, who
simulated the kind of questions anticipated to be asked when the real
inspectors finally showed up. Some facilities were physically altered to
hide their true purpose. Saddam’s past experience was with International
Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA) inspectors (whom Iraq deceived for a
decade while secretly pursuing a nuclear weapons program), and he had
li�le regard for either the competence or the tenacity of the UN weapons
inspectors. He felt that he could ride out the inspection period for long
enough to rally world support around the li�ing of economic sanctions.
For both the US government and Saddam, the UNSCOM inspections
were viewed as nothing more than a vehicle for their respective races
against time. In 1991, the Bush administration was be�ing that inspections
could outlast Saddam by pu�ing just enough pressure on the regime
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to cause it to collapse from within. Saddam was be�ing that the world
would tire of fruitless and unproductive inspections that simply sustained
damaging economic sanctions, and that soon the world’s appetite for
oil would take over, bringing an end to the debilitating trade embargo.
Both sides were looking to wrap up their objectives by the end of the
year, and both sides were disappointed. Unfortunately for both of them,
some members of the international community actually took the issue of
disarmament very seriously.
In 1991, specialists from across the world had been gathered in New York
to discuss how to implement the new mandate. Headed by Ambassador
Rolf Ekéus, a Swedish career diplomat with extensive experience in arms
control, the UNSCOM staff set about the monumental task of organizing,
training and dispatching credible teams of inspectors into Iraq. This was
an enormous challenge from a diplomatic, operational and logistical
standpoint but, by the end of May 1991, the first team had been sent
to Iraq – a nuclear survey team to assess the declared Iraqi facilities. In
June this mission was followed by several more nuclear teams, and by
July inspectors from the fields of ballistic missiles, chemical weapons
and biological weapons had joined their nuclear colleagues in the field.
The UN had seemingly accomplished the impossible, placing credible
disarmament teams in Iraq on short notice. Regardless of what the unstated
intent of resolution 687 was, the stated objective of disarmament was being
accomplished. As the years unfolded, however, UNSCOM became more
and more bogged down in the morass of political agendas. By the time we
knocked on the door of the Ministry of Defense on that warm March day
in 1998, UNSCOM was operating in very murky waters indeed.
The story of how I got to be at the center of this political game is also the
story of how the UN weapons inspection regime came to be consumed by
opposing political agendas. It is a story of determination and steadfastness,
and of lies and betrayal. I have tried to tell an honest story about the events
leading up to the war, which, for the first time, exposes the truth about the
UN weapons inspections in Iraq. It reveals the role played by the USA
in manipulating, suppressing and fatally undermining the inspections
process in support of a different agenda – regime change. Many American
and many, many more Iraqi lives have since been lost in support of this
agenda. The world may yet pay the price for the CIA’s decision to use
disarmament as its smokescreen.
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PART ONE
BAPTISM
Chapter 1
A Delicate Balancing Act
September–December 1991
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the fact that Iraq was able to strike Israel throughout the war represented
a serious blow to the honor and prestige of a unit unaccustomed to failure.
It came as no surprise that completing that mission became a dominant
underlying theme for the Delta operators assigned to the OPC. The tactics
and methodologies had changed, but Delta, through the UNSCOM
inspection process, was back in the SCUD-busting business. First though
they had to help find the nuclear document archive.
The UNSCOM 16 inspection team was headed jointly by Bob Gallucci
and David Kay, the aggressive inspector from the IAEA. The joint
UNSCOM/IAEA team had deployed to Baghdad and was due to begin
operations a li�le before midnight New York time on Sunday 22 September
1991, which, given the time difference, was the same day I arrived in New
York to start my new life as a UN weapons inspector.
In addition to building an intelligence unit from the ground up, as an
UNSCOM staff officer I was required to pull my fair share of ‘watch duty’.
Given the eight-hour time difference between New York and Baghdad,
when inspections having the potential for confrontation took place, we
would keep the offices in New York manned twenty-four hours a day,
so that the inspectors in Iraq would have a point of contact in case the
situation started to deteriorate. I may have been the new kid on the block,
but I was required to pull ‘night watch’ just like everyone else.
Around two in the morning New York time on Monday 23 September
1991, the UNSCOM 16 inspection team had discovered four boxes of
classified documents in a building in Baghdad known as the Nuclear
Design Center. A�er nearly six hours of examining the documents, the two
team heads, Gallucci and Kay, a�empted to leave with the documents and
were stopped by Iraqi authorities. As I arrived at the UNSCOM offices for
my shi�, the inspection team and Iraqi authorities were still deadlocked
in a struggle over control of the documents, which by some estimates
numbered in the hundreds of thousands. I had to wake Rolf Ekéus and
notify him of the standoff, then call other senior staff, who started to arrive
at UN HQ, bleary-eyed from lack of sleep.
The head of the Iraqi nuclear program, Dr. Jaffar Dhia al-Jaffar, arrived
at the inspection site, demanding that the inspectors cease their work, turn
over all documents seized so far and vacate the site immediately. Dr. Jaffar
also demanded the film from the inspectors’ cameras. The Iraqis had been
carefully observing the activities of the inspectors, which included pu�ing
the captured documents through a kind of ‘triage’, sorting out those
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Chapter 2
The Bumpy Road to
Independence
December 1991–February 1992
With the unusual intelligence alliance of UNSCOM and the CIA in place,
Roger Hill and I landed in Bahrain to oversee its implementation. In contrast
to the winter air of both New York and London, Bahrain greeted us with
a blast of heat and humidity. We were met by officials from the UNSCOM
field office, who processed us through Bahraini immigration and customs,
and put us on buses to the Holiday Inn Hotel in Manama, Bahrain’s capital
city. In the Middle Eastern heat, the Holiday Inn felt like an oasis with its
wonderfully air-conditioned lobby, comfortable rooms and ample bar. The
bar’s customers were entertained by a live Filipino band that performed
remarkable renditions of the most recent Top Forty songs. Whether due to
the music or the free-flowing drinks, the bar seemed to call to most of the
team members when they arrived. Roger and I checked into our rooms,
and headed downstairs to meet and mingle with the team.
Pu�ing an UNSCOM inspection team together was pre�y much a gamble.
Back in New York, we had listed the various job skills we anticipated we
would require, together with the numbers of each. We then tried to spread
these requirements out among as many different nations as possible, to
give an international, rather than Anglo-Saxon, flavor to the team. We
had no control over the actual person who would be sent to fill the job;
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it was very much the luck of the draw. But once Hill and I had become
acquainted with the diverse mix of characters who were assembling in the
noisy, smoke-filled, dimly lit bar at the Holiday Inn, it appeared that fate
had treated us kindly. We had the makings of a good team.
With the strains of ‘Walk Like an Egyptian’ drowning out all
conversation but the shouted word, Hill and I introduced ourselves. We
had Canadian military explosive ordnance disposal experts, men who
made their livelihoods by defusing unexploded bombs and mines. A
crazy, good-natured lot they were. The pair on my team quickly got the
nickname ‘Laurel and Hardy’, because of their contrasting body types.
There was a German rocket scientist, Dr. Marcus Kreutz (psuedonym),
a very able technical expert and veteran of several past inspections. We
had two Russians, one a colonel who was an expert in SCUD operations,
and the other his translator from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. There
was a large British contingent, a mixed lot of linguists, technical experts
and military officers. We also had UN communications specialists and
UN linguists, and a pair of UN photographers. There was a pair of New
Zealand army medics, a gregarious lot who, like the Canadians, were
given to consuming massive quantities of beer. And, joining in the cheer,
were Randall Lee, Gordon Cooper and five other physically fit Americans
from the CIA’s Operations Planning Cell team.
Roger Hill and I had two days to transform the gaggle of individuals
who had gathered at the Holiday Inn bar that night into a team of
inspectors who could take the Iraqis head-on. The training was intense.
We assembled the team in a crowded, poorly ventilated conference room
inside a converted aircra� hangar that served as UNSCOM’s field office
in Bahrain. UNSCOM had made arrangements with the Bahraini Defense
Force to allow the weapons inspectors to make use of this hangar, which
was located inside a secure Bahraini Air Force facility on the edge of
Manama airport. The room had a series of coffee tables placed together
to form one large, rectangular table surface. Gray metal folding chairs
were placed around the table. At the front of the conference room was a
podium, and a portable screen for projecting slides. A pale blue UN flag
hung in the background, together with the red and white banner of the
State of Bahrain. An air-conditioning unit was mounted in the wall, but
made so much noise that it had to be turned off whenever a presentation
was being made. In the confined spaces of the conference room, filled with
over thirty people, the heat soon built up to uncomfortable levels.
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The glazed eyes of many of the inspectors indicated that they were
either still suffering from jet lag or, more probably, had had one too many
at the bar the night before. The heat did not help their predicament, but
there was to be no mercy. We had a job to do. The team was subjected to
a series of briefings from a half dozen American intelligence specialists
from Gateway, who provided the team with U-2 photographs, US military
maps and to-scale line drawings of each site to be inspected. The maps
and line drawings we were allowed to keep; the U-2 photographs were
for reference use only. The CIA weren’t taking any chances on these falling
into the wrong hands.
Each site had been broken down into sectors, and each sector assigned
to a specific sub-team. As a sub-team leader myself, I had to take detailed
notes about what my team’s responsibilities were. I also had to be sure I
understood what was required at other locations, in case the plan were
to change with my group called on to do something else. We plo�ed our
routes on maps and carefully studied the aerial photographs, making sure
we had located every major landmark and feature.
A�er a break for lunch, ‘Laurel and Hardy’ had recovered enough
from the previous night’s excesses to deliver a frightening lecture on
the dangers posed by unexploded ordnance le� over from Operation
Desert Storm. The two Canadians seemed to relish their job, showing us
photographs and drawings of what the munitions looked like, and how
easily they could be inadvertently set off. They had big smiles on their
faces as they described what these munitions could do to you. In spite
of their humorous approach to instruction, ‘Laurel and Hardy’ made an
impression on the team. This was a serious undertaking we were engaged
in, one that could mean life or death if we didn’t keep our focus.
UNSCOM 24’s mission was centered on ballistic missiles, so it was
somewhat surprising that most of the inspectors were not missile experts,
but operational types. The exceptions to this were myself, Marcus Kreutz
and the Russian colonel. The la�er had played an important role in deploying
SCUD missiles into Afghanistan in the 1980s, and their subsequent use
against Mujahideen positions. He had trained the Afghan Army on their
use, and helped turn over thousands of SCUDs to the Afghans prior to the
Soviet Army’s withdrawal in 1989. A�er the fall of the Berlin Wall, he had
supervised the removal from East Germany all of the Soviet Army’s short-
range ballistic missiles, including SCUDs. There was no doubting that he
knew first hand the business of Soviet ballistic missiles.
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The final day of training drove home the seriousness of the mission
we were about to undertake. The morning started off with a lecture from
Randall and Gordon, as the CIA’s OPC representatives, on how best to carry
out a search of a building or site. Emphasis was placed on establishing a
search pa�ern, and sticking to it. We were taught how to look for hiding
places where information could be stored, such as under desk blo�ers and
in roof panels. Gordon emphasized the need for discipline when carrying
out a search. ‘Secure the area to be investigated, and then pick a point to
start your search. Be methodical and thorough. Don’t rush. Make sure you
cover the entire area before moving on.’1
We were introduced to two other Americans, ‘Franky the Felon’ and
‘Lenny the Locksmith’, two OPC operators who were experts at picking
locks. They were there to keep the Iraqis honest. If a door was locked,
then the Iraqis had an option: find the key, or let Franky or Lenny do
their business. Another American, ‘Bob’, lectured us on the intricacies
of processing any documentation that we might discover during the
course of our inspection. Bob taught us about making a proper record of
any documents that we might find, and ge�ing them into the hands of
linguists and the technical experts, who could rapidly evaluate them for
their relevance to our job.
Just when we thought we could absorb no more, we were taken outside
and given a class on convoy driving procedures. Our American instructors
stressed the importance of maintaining strict discipline while driving so
that the Iraqis could not split up the convoy and divide the team while en
route to a site. By the end of the second day we were actually acting like an
inspection team. Regardless of whatever comments one had concerning
the level of US influence on the inspection process, there was no doubting
that these OPC guys were good.
We flew out early the next morning, aboard a German Air Force C-
160 Transall twin-engine transport, painted all white with large black
UN markings on the wing and fuselage. The aircra� was fully loaded,
with two pallets of inspection equipment and the twenty-eight members
of UNSCOM 24. We squeezed onboard, si�ing on the red web seats that
lined the interior of the aircra�. The C-160 taxied out onto the runway,
revved up both engines and took off into the clear blue sky over Manama.
Below us stretched the pristine waters of the Persian Gulf. Ahead lay
Kuwait and, farther north, Iraq. The flight was a li�le over two hours in
duration. There was some excitement once we crossed into Iraqi airspace
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when a pair of US Navy F-14 fighters came up alongside us. Charged with
enforcing the so-called ‘no-fly zone’ over southern Iraq (established in
March of 1991 to keep Iraqi helicopters and aircra� from bombing and
strafing a rebellious Shi’ite population), the F-14s provided us with a brief
escort before wagging their wings, hi�ing their a�erburners and zooming
off into the southern Iraqi sky. Most of the team members slept in their
seats, while a few, especially those who smoked, got up and wandered to
the back of the plane to light up.
There were several porthole-type windows in the rear, and we were
able to look out at the terrain we were flying over. We were flying a line
which roughly paralleled the Tigris river, a brown meandering ribbon of
water below us. On either side of the river were large green swathes of the
palm groves. We saw irrigation canals emanating from the river, creating
a bolt of green fields to stab their way into the tans and browns of the
desert, and gray highways, heading north towards Baghdad. There was
a lot of nervous energy among those of us who were not sleeping; we
were heading into an unknown situation armed only with our wits and
the skills we had developed as a team in the previous forty-eight hours.
We hoped that would be enough.
We touched down at Habbaniyah Airfield, a giant military facility that
had formerly been home to various Iraqi Air Force squadrons, but now lay
derelict and bombed out, the sha�ered carcasses of burned-out fighters
sca�ered around their hardened shelters, each one with a hole carved
through its reinforced concrete top where a US laser-guided bomb found
its mark. We were greeted on landing by an old green and white Iraqi
Airlines bus which drove us to a command post recently converted to
receive the only foreign guests to pass through this once top secret facility
– UN weapons inspectors.
Each inspector had been issued a blue United Nations laissez-passer,
and these were collected by the Iraqi authorities for processing. The Iraqis
photocopied each pass, then affixed a square piece of paper emblazoned
with the seal of Iraq, an entry visa, inside it. While this went on, the
inspection team waited in what had once been a briefing room for Iraqi
pilots, and now served as a makeshi� reception area for UN inspectors.
A large black and white photograph of Saddam Hussein hung on the
wall and, together with several nervous Iraqi officials, many wearing the
black leather coats we associated with their secret police, maintained a
continuous watch over us while we waited.
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Our visas finally processed, we were ushered back onto the Iraqi
Airways bus for the two-hour drive into Baghdad. We passed through
villages untouched by modern conveniences, but populated by a vibrant
people who waved at us while carrying out their various daily chores.
The closer we got to Baghdad, the more the countryside took on the
look of an armed camp, with anti-aircra� guns situated on every hill
top, and walled-in barracks housing a variety of military units. For all of
this military presence outside the city, however, Baghdad was relatively
free of soldiers. Traffic police were stationed throughout the city at key
intersections, but for the most part Baghdad seemed no different from
any other major Middle Eastern city. That is, until you reached the city
center. Suddenly, we would confront a massive building, seemingly
picked at random out of the numerous other structures occupying the city
block, collapsed in on itself as if it had imploded. Block a�er block, these
destroyed buildings presented themselves, reminders of the precision
bombing campaign waged against Baghdad during the Gulf War. A few
of the buildings had cranes positioned around them, an obvious sign that
some reconstruction was taking place. But the majority of the destroyed
buildings remained as they had been in the moments a�er they had been
sha�ered by the air-delivered high explosive.
We were staying at the Palestine Meridian hotel, right across the street
from the Baghdad Sheraton hotel (the seventeenth floor of which served
as UNSCOM’s Baghdad office). These two hotels were, along with the Al
Rasheed hotel, the crown jewels of Baghdad’s accommodation. Located
directly across the Tigris river from the Republican presidential palace,
home to Saddam Hussein and his inner circle, the Palestine Meridian was
convenient for inspectors and Iraqis alike. Shadowy Iraqi intelligence
and security personnel followed our every move from the moment we
disembarked from our bus until we checked into our rooms. It became
clear that we were operating in the heart of a foreign power that did not
necessarily welcome what we needed to do.
UNSCOM 24 got straight to task, se�ing out early in the morning of 10
December to inspect our primary target of interest: the Karama Barracks.
Our vehicles were marshaled from the parking lot of the Palestinian
Meridian hotel, and lined up on the main street in front of the hotel,
where our Iraqi counterparts were waiting for us. The Iraqis were not
too pleased with the size and makeup of our team, and from the start
the UNSCOM 24 convoy was confounded by the relentless a�empts of
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we probed the reservoir with a pole to make sure nothing had been hidden
there. Only then did we climb up to the surface, gasping, trying to fill our
lungs with fresh air. As we stood there, crouched over, fighting nausea,
all four of us had a hearty laugh at our own expense. ‘Well, gentlemen,’ I
spu�ered, ‘we definitely got the crappiest job of the inspection.’ I turned
to my much-amused minder, declared the annex free of weapons of mass
destruction, and departed to join the main body of inspectors, who were
busy at the main site.2
For all of the anticipated drama surrounding the inspection of the
Karama Barracks, it turned out to be a bust. Randall Lee came closest to
finding something of significance when, going through the desk of the
unit security officer, he discovered a general communiqué to all military
and police units announcing the anticipated arrival of our inspection team
in Iraq, and instructing them to ‘take the appropriate measures’. The Iraqis
claimed that this meant nothing more than making sure everyone was
ready to cooperate with the inspectors, and while we suspected otherwise,
there was nothing we could do. Other than that scrap of paper, the facility
was empty of anything of significance.
We made our way back to our parked Nissan Patrols, enduring the
smiles and laughter of the Iraqi minders, who were clearly having a good
time at our expense. My sub-team took a particularly pointed ribbing given
our actions at the sewage plant. While outside I did my best to retain my
composure, inside I boiled over with anger and frustration. ‘John Bird,’ I
thought to myself, ‘is this the best you can come up with?’
The next morning the team headed out west in a large convoy, bedding
down for the night outside the town of Al Qaim in trailers once used by
Polish construction workers while they built a giant phosphate plant
located nearby. We were in the heart of SCUD country. During Desert
Storm, the Iraqi missile force had operated with relative impunity from
the Al Qaim area throughout the conflict. UNSCOM 24 spent two days
sweeping the area around Al Qaim for any trace of a SCUD force. We
found none.
John Bird’s track record only got worse. A�er Al Qaim, we shi�ed our
a�ention to the Shab al-Agharri wadi complex, where Larry Smothers had
declared, with great confidence, the existence of hidden SCUD bunkers. I
knew from my Gulf War experience that the notion of SCUDs operating in
this region of western Iraq was illusory. We looked for SCUD bunkers in
vain. John Bird’s version of the Great SCUD Hunt had fizzled out.3
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The inspection was over. It was clear that we had to change how
inspections were being conceived and planned. We couldn’t simply base
our inspections on what the CIA had briefed us to inspect. The information
provided by John Bird was uniformly poor in quality, which then begged
the question: why was the CIA pushing for this particular inspection at
this particular time? UNSCOM knew that the CIA had wri�en a paper
a�er the Gulf War giving Saddam Hussein less than six months to survive
the fallout from military defeat and economic ruin. Some commentators
had said that the inspection regime was designed more to put pressure
on Iraq in order to hasten the departure of Saddam than it was to actually
find weapons of mass destruction. From what we had observed during
UNSCOM 24, this was no longer such a far-fetched concept. The dominance
of the CIA in the UNSCOM 24 process, where the inspection had pre�y
much been planned by the CIA before John Bird briefed the targets to
us in New York, was unacceptable to an organization like UNSCOM,
charged with implementing Security Council resolutions with integrity
and independence.
I returned from Iraq in time to join my family for the Christmas holiday.
On my return to UNSCOM a�er the New Year, it didn’t take long for the
issue of UNSCOM-CIA relations to resurface, again through the person
of John Bird. Under a new Security Council resolution, which had been
passed in October 1991, Iraq was obliged to declare its weapons facilities so
that they could be monitored. The Iraqis were given a thirty-day deadline
to declare their facilites. That date – 11 November – came and went with
nothing from the Iraqis.
Iraq’s rejection of Security Council resolution 715 presented Rolf Ekéus
with a vexing problem. By the first week of the New Year, there was already
pressure from certain members of the Security Council, in particular the
USA, to push forward with monitoring of Iraq despite the fact that Iraq
had not accepted the monitoring plan as set forth in the resolution. In early
January 1992 John Bird flew to New York to brief Rolf Ekéus, Bob Gallucci
and Doug Englund on how he thought UNSCOM should proceed.
The plan he proposed was in fact one he had tried to pitch a few weeks
earlier while Roger and I were away in Iraq. In December 1991, he had
advocated an inspection of the massive military complex at Taji, located
around twenty kilometers north of Baghdad. Bird’s proposal called for
a sweep of the entire complex, ostensibly for the purpose of looking for
SCUD missiles, SCUD related equipment, and SCUD command and
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was de�ly pointed out by the Iraqis. Up against this logic, Rolf Ekéus
could get nowhere, and a�er three days of fruitless talks, he departed Iraq
empty handed.
Sensing weakness in the departure of Rolf Ekéus, the Iraqis decided to
dispatch Tariq Aziz to New York to deal directly with the Security Council
on this ma�er.7 This, of course, was for UNSCOM the worst possible
outcome, and not at all what Ekéus had intended. The implications of the
failure of the Ekéus mission were ominous, and none knew this be�er than
Ekéus himself. The senior political advisor to the secretary-general noted
that this was an election year in the USA, and that a military option was still
politically possible. ‘Does the US have the means to do this?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’
Ekéus replied soberly, adding that he had just met with the commander of
US military forces in Bahrain, who had told the executive chairman that ‘a
surgical strike could be mounted if Iraq did not comply.’8
Having turned back the executive chairman, the Iraqis switched their
a�ention to the UNSCOM 28 inspection. UNSCOM 28 was to have begun
supervising the destruction of the dual-use items listed in Ekéus’s le�er.
Now, however, the Iraqis were balking. The team was instructed by Ekéus
to give the Iraqis a forty-eight-hour window to reconsider their position.
The deadline came and went with no change in the Iraqi stance.
Back in New York, Rolf Ekéus weighed his options carefully. Thinking
back on John Bird’s proposal on a large missile-oriented inspection, Rolf
decided that perhaps that concept was, in fact, no longer ‘premature’.
Now, faced with Iraqi intransigence, John Bird’s new ‘SCUD Hunt’ offered
an opportunity for Ekéus to play the one remaining card he still had close
to his chest: the photographs of Iraq’s undeclared Al-Nida launchers. He
had to seize the initiative away from the Iraqis somehow. The scene was
being set for a showdown of potentially mammoth proportions.
Doug and I were worried that John Bird might be directing UNSCOM
on yet another wild goose chase. We were mollified somewhat by the
realization that it was Rolf Ekéus, and not John Bird, who was making the
decisions about both the timing and the political context of the inspection.
Even so, the road to independence from the CIA was proving to be full of
false turns, potholes and roadblocks.
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Showdown in Baghdad
March–July 1992
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round face and a slight paunch. His trousers were held up by suspenders,
which when combined with his overall appearance gave him the air more
of a college professor than spy.
He introduced himself to me as Stu Cohen, who had just taken over
from John Bird as the CIA’s new arms control chief. Whereas John Bird
had been leading an arms control unit le� over from the cold war, Cohen
was heading up a brand new unit for the new international environment,
the Non-Proliferation Center (NPC). Cohen’s approach to working
with UNSCOM was much more cooperative and genial than that of his
predecessor. At the same time, he was CIA, and there was a limit to how
open he could be with me. We were to develop a close if complex working
relationship over the years.
From an operational perspective, we were ready to go forward with
the UNSCOM 31 inspection whenever ordered. However, Rolf Ekéus
was concerned about issues of timing. Ekéus felt that UNSCOM could
not be seen as deliberately precipitating a crisis through the conduct of
a provocative inspection. As such, UNSCOM 31 was going to have to
wait until Tariq Aziz’s presentation to the Security Council, which was
scheduled for mid-March. This way, it would be seen as a response to that
presentation. However, the fact that UNSCOM was planning a massive
inspection was not kept secret.
For the first few days a�er his arrival in New York, Tariq Aziz made a
point of ignoring Rolf Ekéus, driving home Iraq’s point that it should deal
with the Security Council directly rather than work through UNSCOM,
an organ of the Council. Surprisingly, the Security Council seemed to be
playing right into Iraqi hands, giving Tariq Aziz an unprecedented chance
to deliver Iraq’s case before the Council. If Tariq Aziz were able to make
his points eloquently and persuasively, Rolf Ekéus and UNSCOM would
find themselves on the defensive.
Instead, Tariq Aziz berated the Council, calling its resolutions on Iraq
unfair and unjust. He then went on to say that Iraq was free of weapons
of mass destruction, not even a�empting to answer the concerns of the
Council, either in his presentation, or in response to questions a�erwards.
His performance united the Council in a way nothing else could and, on
12 March, the president of the Security Council issued a statement that
condemned Iraq’s stance and reaffirmed UNSCOM as the final arbiter
on all technical ma�ers regarding implementation of relevant Security
Council resolutions.
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Having been rebuked at the Security Council, Tariq Aziz and his deputy
for disarmament issues, Lieutenant General Amer Rashid, awaited the
inevitable response from UNSCOM. With the reinvigorated support of the
Security Council, Rolf Ekéus felt he had achieved a solid political victory,
and sought to get on with his disarmament tasks from this new position
of strength. With the Security Council behind him, Ekéus felt confident
that he could persuade Iraq to accept long-term monitoring. But we were
now le� with the planned inspection, which Ekéus had only accepted as
a way of breaking through the diplomatic stalemate. In the new political
context, UNSCOM 31 was simply too aggressive: in its intended form,
it might precipitate armed conflict between the USA and Iraq, at which
point UNSCOM would be in danger of becoming redundant. As if to
underscore this point, US military forces, including a fresh carrier task
force, were streaming into the Persian Gulf by 14 March 1992. The Bush
administration seemed intent on taking advantage of any opening to
place Iraq under pressure it hoped would result in internal unrest that
destabilized and hopefully evicted the regime of Saddam Hussein. The
drums of war were beating ever louder, and Rolf desperately wanted to
silence them, if for no other reason than to give his new lease of diplomatic
life a chance to succeed.
Rolf Ekéus needed the Iraqis to make a bold move to dissipate the
tension, but he also knew he couldn’t wait for them to act on their own
volition. Ekéus decided to give them a li�le nudge. In a private discussion
with Tariq Aziz, he disclosed UNSCOM’s biggest secret: UNSCOM had
photographic evidence that it was prepared to show to the Security
Council that proved Iraq had lied about the numbers of missiles and
missile launchers in its inventory.1
Tariq Aziz demanded to see this evidence, a request Ekéus refused,
but the point had been made. The Iraqis had known an inspection was
imminent. Now they knew what the inspection would be focusing on, and
could prepare for it. Ekéus just hoped they would make the right choices
during this preparation, which would be to pre-empt the UNSCOM 31
mission by coming clean on the issue of retained ballistic missiles and
other proscribed weapons.
Back in Baghdad, I later found out, Tariq Aziz made a full presentation
to Saddam Hussein and the Iraqi Council of Ministers on the results of his
visit to New York. An avid consumer of western news reports, Saddam
Hussein was aware of the growing US military buildup around his
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as much as possible, but do not provide any excuse for the inspectors to
ask about the president.’
Qusay had another reason as well. Under his direction, the Special
Security Organization was holding onto a secret archive of documents per-
taining to Iraq’s missile, chemical, biological and nuclear weapons programs,
documents which provided the ‘seed stock’ for any future resurrection of
Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction programs. His motivations for keeping
the inspectors from investigating the Special Security Organization went
beyond simply trying to protect Saddam Hussein. He was protecting
Iraq’s continued effort to conceal WMD capability, albeit of a future and
hypothetical nature, from the UNSCOM inspectors.
Saddam directed that the Special Commi�ee on Concealment
activities prepare a plan for the declaration of unilateral destruction. The
Concealment Commi�ee did so, appointing Amer Rashid as the person
responsible for its implementation.2
In Bahrain, tensions were running high. We inspectors knew nothing
of the events transpiring in Baghdad. All one had to do was turn on a
television set and listen to the reports of US troop movements on the BBC
and CNN to know that events were rapidly spiraling into crisis mode.
And now UNSCOM was assembling an inspection team that would not
only operate in the midst of this crisis, but might also serve as a trigger for
military action.
On 19 March 1992, the Iraqis, having discerned international opinion
about their obstinacy and having learned from Rolf Ekéus that there
was incontrovertible evidence of their cheating, finally provided their
response. In a stunning admission, the Iraqis acknowledged that their
earlier declarations had been incomplete, and that in the field of ballistic
missiles they had failed to declare some eighty-nine operational missiles
and eight mobile launchers. There it was: Iraq’s covert ballistic missile
force, almost exactly as I had concluded in my analysis of November 1991.
In that paper, I had assessed a retained force of a dozen launchers and up
to a hundred missiles.
The Iraqis had thrown in a fascinating twist, however. All of the
retained material had been unilaterally destroyed by Iraq back in July
1991. There were no missiles or missile-related equipment remaining in
Iraq, only destroyed debris. Within the course of a few minutes, UNSCOM
31’s mission had been changed from one of confrontational searches for
hidden weapons to a more conventional verification and destruction
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inspection. The Iraqis had played their hand masterfully, cu�ing the legs
out from under the military buildup then taking place, nullifying the
secret intelligence that Rolf Ekéus had been holding back, and transferring
the onus of verification onto the shoulders of UNSCOM. Verification of
material unilaterally destroyed would prove to be a difficult task.
We arrived in Iraq on 19 March, in almost an exact repeat of our
experience during UNSCOM 24. Once again the Palestine Meridian Hotel
was to be our home while in Baghdad. It had been only three months since
I had last been in Iraq, but the change was clearly noticeable. The country
was reconstructing itself as best as it could. Bridges and buildings were
being rebuilt. Baghdad still bore the wounds of the pounding it had taken
during Operation Desert Storm, but these wounds now had scabs on them
in the form of scaffolding, bricks and mortar. That Iraq had been expecting
even more bombing was evidenced by the proliferation of anti-aircra�
artillery around greater Baghdad. It didn’t ma�er that it was early spring,
a time of rebirth and regeneration. Despite its efforts at reconstruction,
Iraq was a country still very much under the cloud of war and strife.
We held a short meeting with our Iraqi counterparts in the evening, a�er
we had checked the team into the hotel and sorted out our equipment.
The Iraqis, led by an Iraqi colonel named Hossam Amin, informed us that
everything would be made clear in the morning, and that they proposed
that the team wait to ask any questions until a�er the Iraqi presentation on
the new declaration was made.
The following day, our first destination was the Daura refinery, located
on the southwestern corner of the Baghdad metropolitan area. At the site,
Colonel Hossam Amin introduced two other Iraqi officers who would be
helping him. Both officers, Hossam Amin informed us, had been involved
in the destruction of the missiles during the summer of 1991 and would be
able to answer our questions.
Hossam Amin, a short man of medium build with an aquiline nose,
sporting the thick black Saddam Hussein-style mustache which seemed
more or less compulsory amongst Iraqi men, was an engineer by training.
He had worked in various technical and managerial positions within the
Iraqi Military Industrial Commission (MIC) during his career. His last
job, before Desert Storm, had been as the head of the office of the deputy
director for MIC, Lieutenant General Amer al-Sa’adi. In this position
Hossam Amin had become intimately familiar with every aspect of Iraq’s
weapons of mass destruction programs and the related industrial and
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military organizations. He was a natural to head the new office in MIC re-
sponsible for coordination with the UNSCOM inspectors. Only forty-two
years of age in 1992, with his close-cropped hair and black mustache just
barely touched by gray, Hossam Amin was a hard worker who had risen
to his position by force of merit, above and beyond the fact that his family
was from Tikrit, and he himself was a distant cousin of Saddam Hussein.
The UNSCOM inspectors worked off a list of questions prepared in
Bahrain immediately a�er the details of the 19 March Iraqi declaration
became known. ‘How did the eighty-nine missiles declared by Iraq as
having been unilaterally destroyed fit into the accounting for the 819
missiles already declared?’ This was an important point that needed to be
established right up front. Were the Iraqis declaring an additional eighty-
nine missiles, above and beyond the 819 they had declared to have received
from the former Soviet Union, or were these newly declared missiles part
of the force which the original declaration claimed had been fired?
Hossam Amin read Iraq’s answer with li�le emotion: ‘The eighty-nine
missiles represented in the recent declaration are included in the 819
missiles originally declared by Iraq. Iraq will provide a full, accurate and
complete accounting of how the 819 missiles were disposed of.’
This caught my a�ention. The Iraqis had been cheating in their original
declaration. According to the 1991 declaration, all 819 missiles had been
carefully accounted for. We now knew that the Iraqis had padded their
original declaration to hide the continued existence of at least eighty-nine
missiles. We had suspected as much, which is why I had assessed that Iraq
had been hiding up to a hundred missiles. We now knew this to be the
case. UNSCOM was going to have to crunch the numbers all over again,
and insist on a high standard of verification if this new Iraqi declaration
was going to hold water.
The big question came next: ‘If these eighty-nine newly declared missiles
were destroyed last summer, why is their destruction being declared only
now?’
Hossam Amin again read from his carefully prepared answers: ‘Iraq
was concerned that the political situation that existed in the summer of
1991 – the threat of renewed bombing of Iraq by the United States – would
lead to a misunderstanding of Iraq’s possession of weapons in excess of the
numbers presented in the original declaration.’ This raised the question of
why Iraq had submi�ed a false declaration to begin with, something I
jo�ed down in the margin of my notes.
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was on UNSCOM. Was the Iraqi declaration sufficient? Were they now in
compliance? Iraq certainly seemed to think so, and was starting a charm
offensive within the Security Council, France and Russia in the forefront,
that the time was ripe for the li�ing of sanctions. The Iraqi government
made much of the plight of the Iraqi people, suffering under the burden
of economic sanctions. An effort by the Security Council to divert funds
raised through the sale of Iraqi oil for the purchase of humanitarian goods,
resolution 706 – the so-called ‘oil-for-food’ agreement – had lapsed on 18
March, and Iraq did not seem inclined to take the world’s charity. Saddam
Hussein wanted the total li�ing of economic sanctions, nothing less.
The UNSCOM mission was becoming complicated. I was busy trying
to help put together an inspection that could adequately challenge the
Iraqis in the field of ballistic missiles. Everyone was still stinging from
what had transpired a�er UNSCOM 31, when Tariq Aziz had gone over
Rolf Ekéus’s head and started dealing with the Security Council directly.
There was a general consensus that UNSCOM needed to do something in
response in order to assert its status as an inspection authority. Dramatic
as the 19 March declaration had been, there were still many aspects of the
Iraqi ballistic missile program, not to mention the rest of Iraq’s weapons of
mass destruction programs, that were unverified or unknown.
Throughout the verification process that had emerged since 19 March,
UNSCOM had been requesting from the Iraqis documents or any other form
of physical evidence that would sustain the substance of their declaration.
This was especially vital given the fact that the process of unilateral
destruction had, in and of itself, destroyed enough material that a final
accounting based on complete verification of the physical evidence was
impossible. There would always be gaps in the physical material balance.
UNSCOM needed to fill in these gaps with documents that showed what
Iraq had, and what the final disposition of this material was. The Iraqi
authorities contended that there was no such documentary record, and
UNSCOM would have to make do with what Iraq had already provided
in the form of the 19 March declaration, and the subsequent inspections.
Deep inside the shadowy realm of the CIA, new inspection ideas were
being hatched to address the issue of the missing documents. The general
concept for these inspections involved a document search of facilities
in and around Baghdad believed to contain archives related to Iraq’s
prohibited programs. There was a growing concern among UNSCOM’s
supporters in the Security Council, America and the United Kingdom in
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particular, that Iraq, having made its 19 March declaration, was gaining
the political initiative, and could seize it outright if it submi�ed a remotely
credible declaration concerning its weapons holdings. UNSCOM would
then be in a position where it would either have to produce evidence of
Iraqi non-compliance, or pass judgment on Iraq’s disarmament. The la�er,
of course, was the last thing the USA wanted to happen given its policy of
maintaining economic sanctions until Saddam was removed, and Ekéus
was being pressured by Washington to carry out an aggressive program
of searches that would either find evidence of Iraqi non-compliance, or at
least help maintain the notion that Iraq was non-compliant. Lacking any
new intelligence material of our own concerning documents, we had no
choice but to turn to Stu Cohen and the CIA for help.
By early June 1992, the CIA’s Operations Planning Cell team had put
together a shopping list of sites relating to Iraq’s chemical, biological and
ballistic missile weapons programs, and had assembled a team of document
search experts, including Randall Lee and Gordon Cooper, to assist in the
inspection of these sites. UNSCOM was organizing several teams, which
would go into Iraq in sequence to carry out these searches. I was put in
charge of coordinating the ballistic missile effort, which was scheduled
to take place in mid-July. By the last week of June, the inspection plan for
the missile investigation had been finalized with the exception of one site,
which in typical fashion happened to be the most critical of all.
For weeks, rumors had been circulating inside UNSCOM’s inner
circle about ‘Saddam’s secret archive’, a treasure trove of documents
concerning Iraq’s prohibited weapons. The source of the information was
an Iraqi defector who had ended up in Germany and was in the process
of being debriefed by a joint German-British intelligence team. The USA
got wind of this information and slipped a target, the ‘Office of Military
Industrialization archives’ (OMI), into the list of sites to be inspected, with
a promise that more information would be forthcoming. However, the
USA wasn’t in control of the defector who was providing the information,
and days passed without any new facts, let alone a location. This site was
the cornerstone of the UNSCOM 40 inspection, and here we were, a few
weeks away from the start of the inspection, and we had nothing.
I took the opportunity during the visit of a senior British intelligence
official to UNSCOM to request that a special effort be made to get the
required information to UNSCOM as soon as possible. ‘It is from a discreet
source that the Germans very much want to protect.’
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I surmised from this that the British intelligence official was speaking
indirectly about a human source, generally considered to be the most
sensitive in the intelligence business. I said I understood. ‘But,’ I added,
‘without more information, we may have to scrub the entire inspection.
What good is “discreet” information if we can’t use it?’
The British official agreed to try. ‘If I’m able to get you something, it will
need to be strictly compartmented,’ the official said, meaning that I would
have to limit the number of people aware of the information to as few as
possible, on a strict need-to-know basis. I nodded yes. ‘Give me a day,’ the
official said, and le�.
The next morning, 26 June, a plain manila envelope arrived by courier
from the UK Mission to the UN, addressed to me. Inside was a sheaf of
classified papers providing details on the location of the OMI archive, as
well as two other sites of interest in Baghdad and one near Mosul. The
British had come through.
Using the British information, combined with detailed examination of
U-2 imagery of the area, I was able to pinpoint the location of the suspected
archive. I finished by double-checking the geographic coordinates so I
could type them up in the Notification of Inspection Site (NIS) document
required for the inspection. The NIS was UNSCOM’s version of a search
warrant, and the executive chairman’s signature on one meant that Iraq
had to grant the inspection team wielding the document immediate and
unrestricted access to the designated site. The NIS was among the most
important and, because it identified the area of inspection interest, most
sensitive of all the documents produced by UNSCOM.
Around 10 a.m. on 1 July, I put together two folders, one containing the
UNSCOM 40 paperwork and the other containing U-2 flight notification
le�ers for the Iraqis (the Information Assessment Unit was responsible for
submi�ing this paperwork on time), and I headed toward the Executive
Offices. Olivia, Rolf Ekéus’s executive secretary, was on leave, so the
desk was being filled by Patricia (pseudonym), a UN staff member from
Disarmament Affairs. I put the two folders in the chairman’s ‘In’ basket.
‘For the boss’s signature,’ I said. ‘Call me when he has signed them, so I
can come pick them up.’
Around 2 p.m., a�er lunch, I started ge�ing concerned about the
UNSCOM 40 paperwork. With a big three-day holiday approaching, I
was nervous that people, including the chairman, might start trickling
out early, leaving the documents unsigned. I headed up to the thirty-first
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floor, and stopped in front of Patricia. ‘Has the boss signed the documents
yet?’ I asked.
Patricia looked up from where she was working. ‘Oh, yes… The courier
came an hour ago to take them to the Iraqi Mission.’
My heart dropped to my stomach. In as calm a voice as I could manage,
I leaned over the desk, looking at Patricia.
‘You mean that the courier picked up the U-2 notifications… What
about the NIS documents?’
Patricia got a confused look in her eyes. ‘Weren’t they all U-2
notifications?’
All she saw was my back as I sprinted out of the Executive Suite, down
the stairs, and into Mark Silver’s cubicle. ‘We have a problem,’ I told a
stunned Mark.
The next day Mark and I were winging our way across the Atlantic in
a last-ditch a�empt to jump-start the inspection before the Iraqis realized
the gi� that had been given them in the form of the NIS documents. If the
Iraqis were able to respond before we could act, then any chance we had
of finding the secret document archive was lost. We arrived in Baghdad
on 4 July, and joined forces with a chemical inspection team already in
the country, headed by Karen Jansen, a major in the US Army whom I
knew from the Gulf War, when we had both served on the staff of General
Schwartzkopf. The coming day, 5 July, would be our date with destiny.
We had arrived at our prime suspect site just before 10 a.m. I noted that
its location and layout fi�ed exactly with the description given by British
intelligence. My suspicion that we had indeed hit on the right target was
confirmed when the Iraqis promptly blocked our entry, prompting the
team to surround the facility in order to prevent anyone from leaving the
site without our knowledge.
I was si�ing in my vehicle, controlling the positioning of the team over
the Motorola radio. Many of the Iraqi minders were congregating in a
nearby park under the shade of a huge tree, out of the direct sunlight
which was starting to bake Baghdad. My vehicle was standing just in
front of a large cement pedestal containing a mural of Saddam Hussein,
on horseback, leading a charge of Arab horsemen.
Si�ing next to me was the senior UNSCOM linguist, Sami Abu Faris, a
Syrian-born United Nations translator who served as the interpreter for
the Chief Inspector. ‘What’s going on?’ I asked him, gesturing towards the
building to my right. Sami shook his head, almost sadly. ‘The Iraqis are
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objecting to our presence here. They say the building is a ministry, and
that it is off limits to inspectors.’
I was surprised to hear this. ‘A ministry?’, I asked. ‘How can we be
sure they are not just making that up?’ Sami laughed, and grabbed me by
the arm. We walked a few steps, until we were face to face with a bronze
plaque that clearly had been here for some time. Sami read the Arabic
inscription: ‘Ministry of Agriculture’.
Karen notified Rolf Ekéus of the situation by satellite telephone. It
was Sunday, the third day of a three-day holiday, and Ekéus was having
trouble tracking down the president of the Security Council, let alone any
of the Permanent Members. At the very moment when UNSCOM needed
a swi�, decisive action from the Security Council, the Security Council
was unreachable.
Three o’clock approached, and still no word from the chairman. It was
qui�ing time at the Ministry, but the workers were locked inside, prohibited
from leaving. Employees, mainly women, were gathering in the windows
and chanting slogans at the inspectors surrounding the building.
I remained in my vehicle, monitoring the radio. I stared for a while at the
mural of Saddam Hussein. ‘What is the meaning of this painting, Sami?’ I
asked the elderly interpreter. He looked at it for a moment, then replied,
‘It is the ba�le of Qadissiyah, the great victory of Sa’d bin Abi Waqqas over
the Persians, in the seventh century… Saddam called the Iran-Iraq War the
new Qadissiyah… he is depicting himself as a great warrior in the mould
of the old myths.’
I looked at the mural again. Originally, I had thought the concept of
Saddam and the Iraqis being on the offensive humorous, especially given
the recent history of the Gulf War. Now, si�ing in my vehicle, watching the
event play out around me, I wondered if in fact Saddam wasn’t taking the
offensive again, in an effort to drive out this new scourge of invaders who
called themselves UN inspectors.
By evening in Baghdad, Rolf Ekéus had managed to get hold of the
president of the Security Council, which at the time was the Ambassador
from Cape Verde, and had briefed him on the situation. However, the
Council president wasn’t going to convene a meeting to discuss this issue
until Monday, meaning we had at least another twenty-four hours before
any guidance came forth from New York other than wait and hold.
We had a crisis brewing inside the ministry building that had to be
addressed. Around 3 p.m. the Iraqis had started exiting the building,
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trying to go home at the end of the working day. When the inspectors at the
gate insisted on physically inspecting every Iraqi leaving for documents,
including women, the Iraqi officials protested, and ordered all Iraqis to
return to the building. By 5 p.m. a crowd was gathered at the steps of the
ministry building, angry workers who wanted to go home. Glances from
the Iraqis to the inspectors became harder, gestures more threatening, and
anti-American chants were starting to be called out. If the situation wasn’t
resolved soon, we were going to have a riot on our hands. I intervened
with the senior Iraqi minder, telling him that he was responsible for
maintaining order. ‘Mr. Sco�,’ he said, shrugging his shoulders, ‘it is you
who have created this situation. You seek to insult our women by frisking
them. There is nothing we can do.’ I went to Karen Jansen and told her
something needed to be done. ‘Frisk the men, and let the women go with
a cursory examination of their purses,’ I suggested. Karen agreed. We told
the Iraqis what our conditions were, and soon Iraqis were streaming out
of the gates, where they were searched by team members in accordance
to our agreed procedures. I watched as Iraqi women in voluminous black
dresses and robes came out, showed the inspectors the contents of their
purses, and le�. We really didn’t have a choice.
We broke the team up into shi�s to be�er maintain a twenty-four-hour
watch on the surrounded ministry. The next morning Karen called New
York for an update. Rolf Ekéus had held meetings with all the members
of the Security Council, and a dra� statement promising ‘the severest
consequences’ if Iraq did not comply with our desire to inspect the ministry
was being prepared. However, the good news went sour later in the
evening, when Karen reported that the Security Council, in an emergency
session, had dropped the reference to ‘severe consequences’ from the
language of the presidential statement. Even worse, the alterations were
made at the insistence of the new American ambassador, William Perkins,
who had just taken over from the veteran Thomas Pickering.
As opposed to their ‘forward-leaning’ stance in March, when military
forces had sallied forth in an effort to put pressure on Iraq during the
UNSCOM 31 inspection, the White House had determined that Saddam’s
regime, far from being unstable, had actually gained strength from these
confrontations, and a decision was made at the National Security Council
to avoid confrontation with Iraq until a�er the presidential election
in November. A�er that election, the Bush administration planned to
develop a new policy to undermine and overthrow Saddam Hussein. In
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of one another, a certain bond was forming between the inspectors and
the minders. The minders avoided any political discussions, and instead
talked about their families and how difficult life was in post-war Iraq. We
differentiated these scientists and engineers from the Iraqi security types,
for whom we formulated nicknames. There was the one man, blessed
with a shock of fire-red hair, whom we named ‘carrot-top’. Another man
acquired the moniker ‘no-neck’, for obvious reasons. The minders, all
professional engineers, treated these security men with respect, and they
were not afraid of them. But the minders didn’t have the same nonchalance
about a second group of security types who had taken up positions around
the ministry in the past day, quiet men in dark trousers and white shirts
from the Amn al-Amm, Saddam’s secret police. We were starting to a�ract
some interesting company.
The UNSCOM 40 inspection, which had begun with a great sense of
purpose, started to spu�er to a close. As inspectors, we had done what we
could to succeed, and we had nothing to be ashamed of. There was now
li�le to do other than keep the rotation at the ministry running smoothly,
and administer to the various needs of the team members, who themselves
were struggling with the age-old enemy of static operations – boredom.
For every inspector who spent hours at a time staring at the brick wall
surrounding the Ministry of Agriculture, the thoughts of home and the
loved ones were their only solace.
On Friday 10 July, the Iraqis hit the inspectors with the biggest, and most
confrontational, demonstration to date. Thousands of people, encouraged
by Iraqi government agitators, swarmed around the inspectors’ vehicles,
shouting slogans and pelting the inspectors with fruit, vegetables and raw
eggs. A�erwards, when the protestors had gone, we got out and surveyed
the damage. The area around our vehicles looked like a hurricane had just
swept through an open-air food market, with apples, oranges, cabbage and
broken eggs sca�ered all around. Our vehicles were likewise a mess, the
egg yolk quickly hardening under the Baghdad sun. I notified Karen about
the turn of events. ‘The Iraqis have been escalating their demonstrations
every day,’ I said, ‘and this was pre�y bad. I’m worried about what will
happen during the next demonstration, or the one a�er that.’
Then, in a surprising turn of events, Karen and I were summoned back
to New York by Rolf Ekéus for ‘discussions’. In New York, teams of experts
were gathering to review a new declaration recently submi�ed by Iraq,
the so-called ‘full, final and complete declaration’ promised by Iraq in the
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American officials finally started to talk of war if Iraq did not cooperate.
The Russians warned the Iraqis to back off or pay the consequences, and
the president of the Security Council issued a statement rejecting Tariq
Aziz’s demands.
But the Iraqis were not finished. On 22 July, an Iraqi male approached
the inspectors parked in front of the ministry. He was not viewed
suspiciously, as he had been mingling with the Iraqi minders for about
an hour. Without warning, the man lunged through the window of one of
the parked cars and tried to stab the driver, a British linguist named Steve,
with a skewer. Steve was able to block the a�ack, and together with the
passenger (one of the OPC operators), subdued the a�acker until the Iraqi
minders came and took him into custody. But rather than apprehend the
a�acker, the Iraqi minders passed him off to Iraqi security personnel, who
shook the man’s hands and allowed him to leave the site. For Mark Silver,
this was the final straw. The situation had already deteriorated beyond
any acceptable standard, and now the lives of his inspectors were being
placed at risk. Mark Silver called New York, and informed the chairman
that he was withdrawing the team.
Eighteen days a�er it had started, the siege of the Agriculture Ministry
was over. No longer would I laugh at the thought of Saddam as Sa’d bin
Abi Waqqas, leading the a�ack at Qadissiyah.
The Iraqis had won.
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quiet time with his family. If we waited for him to get back, it would be
the end of August before any new inspection mission could be launched.
I wanted to have an inspection team on the ground by mid-August,
helping UNSCOM regain any initiative that might have been lost given
the events surrounding the Ministry of Agriculture inspection. This meant
forwarding the plan to Ekéus while he was on vacation. Smidovich read
over the pages I had handed him, and nodded. ‘It’s worth a try.’
My proposal was simple: select a few technically supported sites based
on high-quality intelligence and subject them to an excruciating level
of inspection, leaving nothing unexamined. Simultaneously, the Iraqi
leadership at each site would be subject to a detailed interrogation about
the nature of the facility. I was starting to envision the proposed inspection
as an ambush of sorts, an intellectual trap where the only ammunition that
counted was fact. The goal would be to catch the Iraqis in an inconsistency,
a contradiction of fact. If enough inconsistencies were uncovered, this
would provide the justification required to go a�er the big sites, such as
the Ministry of Defense and MIC Headquarters. Inspections of such high-
profile targets would not only have a legitimate arms-control purpose,
but would also allow UNSCOM to regain the credibility it had lost during
the Agricultural ministry standoff. Smidovich forwarded the plan to Rolf
Ekéus in Vienna for his approval, as well as to the US State Department
and the CIA for their review.
Rolf Ekéus, having read the inspection proposal, was enthusiastic but
a bit hesitant about the inspection, and wanted Smidovich and me to fly
through Vienna on our way to Bahrain to brief him in more detail before
he would give his approval. We met in his house, and were treated to
an outstanding meal by his wife. A�erwards, si�ing in a loose circle in
the si�ing room, Rolf was leant back in his seat, holding a briefing book
containing maps, diagrams and analysis of each of the proposed sites
while I finished up my briefing. He was relaxed, but clearly engaged.
‘This team is designed’, I explained, ‘to dominate a site, physically and
intellectually. Every room, every document and every computer will be
searched. Every official will be interviewed. And the operation will be
conducted on our terms, on our schedule. When we finish our mission,
there will be no doubt in the minds of the Iraqis as to who is in charge.’
Rolf studied his briefing documents some more, underscoring key
passages with his pen. ‘Precisely,’ he said, nodding his head. He looked
up from his papers. ‘We shall proceed as planned, in that case.’ Smidovich
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and I then traveled from Vienna to Bahrain, where we got straight to work
pu�ing together and training a team who would be capable of pulling
such an inspection off.
One night, in the bar of the Holiday Inn, I was approached by one of
the Americans on the inspection team, Moe Dobbs (pseudonym). A short,
wiry yet muscular man with salt-and-pepper hair, Moe was one of the
more senior people in the CIA’s Operations Planning Cell. Brought up in
the culture of the Green Berets, Dobbs had, while enlisted in the Army,
been assigned to the CIA to support their covert war in Laos, and never
le�. He was a senior officer in the CIA’s super-secret Special Activities
Staff (SAS). In the years since Laos, he had soldiered on in the various
secret wars of the CIA, serving in El Salvador, Honduras and Nicaragua.
More recently, during Operation Desert Storm, he had led a team of SAS
paramilitary operatives on a secret mission to Syria, where they were able
to infiltrate approximately one hundred Arab agents into western Iraq
prior to the start of the war to assist in the escape and evasion of coalition
pilots expected to be shot down in that area. Later, he helped run a secret
CIA recruitment and intelligence collection effort among the Kurds of
northern Iraq. He was a very experienced covert operator, and someone to
whom one would do well to listen.
‘Things could get pre�y ugly in Iraq,’ he told me. The inspection we
were preparing to carry out was a step into the unknown. A�er the fiasco
of UNSCOM 40, no one knew how the Iraqis would respond to such an
aggressive approach on the part of UNSCOM. We were certain that the
Iraqis could sense the change in the policy of America and Great Britain.
Ideally, Iraq would have go�en the message that further obstruction of
UNSCOM’s work would no longer be tolerated, and that our team should
be permi�ed to carry out its mission without hindrance. But there was
a real possibility that the Iraqis might choose to meet aggression with
aggression, and take the inspection team hostage as a shield against
any renewed bombing by the US-led coalition. ‘I just want you to know
that certain precautions have been taken to deal with any situation that
might occur. Peter and Rocky [pseudonyms for two Delta Force troopers
assigned to the team] know the plan and, if the need arises, I will come
to you. What I need you to do is make sure Nikita doesn’t try to stop us
from doing what we have to do. If the Iraqis try to detain the team, I am
supposed to bring out the entire team, but if there is any hesitation, I will
leave with just the Americans.’
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the office opened up, and Hossam Amin and the director emerged, both
clearly angry. Hossam spoke up. ‘There are no documents,’ he said. The
director was silent, fuming.
Back in Baghdad, a communication awaited us from Rolf Ekéus.
Impressed with the progress made by the team, he had approved the
inspection of the Military Industrial Commi�ee headquarters. A�er talking
with Nikita Smidovich, I went to Moe Dobbs, who had been maintaining a
fairly low profile. He called over Peter and Rocky, and the four of us went
to the roof of the Sheraton Hotel. I laid out what was about to happen, and
the likely consequences. Dobbs was prepared. ‘Is there any way you can
reduce the number of inspectors in the country?’ he asked. I thought about
it, and said that it was possible. He recommended that we go forward with
as small a team as possible, in case we had to make a run for it.
I asked him about US contingencies. ‘For downtown Baghdad, there
aren’t any quick fixes,’ he said. ‘Peter, Rocky and I are carrying micro-
transmi�ers, which can be used to guide a rescue force to our location.
I recommend that we be split up in a way that ensures that if we are
snatched, one of us is with each element.’
Somewhere south of us, armed men dressed in black Nomex suits
were standing by their helicopters, waiting for the word to move. Combat
aircra�, loaded with high explosives, standing by on runways and aircra�
carriers, waiting for our team of unarmed inspectors to make a move on
the MIC Headquarters building, a target we were now cleared to inspect
thanks to the performance of Hossam Amin.
We made preparations that night for our anticipated confrontation
outside MIC Headquarters. Some inspectors, selected to leave Iraq before
the inspection, were being briefed on evacuation plans. Other inspectors
were being formed into smaller groups, with an OPC operator assigned
to each in case we were rounded up by the Iraqis. In the middle of our
work, we were interrupted by one of our communications staff, who was
looking for Nikita Smidovich. I asked what was going on.
‘There is a reporter on the phone from Bahrain who says it is urgent
that she speak with Nikita. She said it is about tomorrow’s inspection of
MIC Headquarters.’
I was stunned but, without giving anything away, I went over to
Smidovich and relayed the message. I held the team in check for about five
minutes while he went downstairs. When he returned, he was shaking his
head. ‘Tell the team they are dismissed.’
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There was much more, but this said enough. The site had been
compromised, both operationally and politically. There was no way we
could proceed with the inspection given this story. If we had this story, we
had to assume that the Iraqis did as well. If there was anything of value
stored inside the MIC Headquarters building, we could be certain that by
the time our team arrived there the next day it would be gone. The Iraqis
could make a big show of allowing the team access and then play up the
fact that we had found nothing. The political damage caused by this high-
profile action would undo everything the UNSCOM 42 inspection team
had gained over the course of the inspection.
I had barely taken in this new information when the phone rang again.
It was Hossam Amin, looking for Smidovich, who took the receiver, and
listened. He spoke so�ly, answering ‘yes’ several times before hanging up
with a final ‘Okay, thank you.’ He looked at me. ‘General Amer Rashid has
invited us to his office tonight to talk. It looks like we are going to get into
MIC Headquarters, a�er all.’ We had last seen General Amer Rashid in
New York in February, when he had accompanied Tariq Aziz to his meeting
with the Security Council. None of us had one-on-one experience with this
man, so we knew li�le about what we could expect from this meeting.
Within an hour of receiving the phone call from Hossam Amin, two
black Mercedes Sedans pulled up at the Sheraton Hotel. Two Iraqis
in civilian clothes were seated in the front of each car. We were driven
through downtown Baghdad, past the Republican Palace, before coming
to a halt at a gate. A cluster of soldiers wearing the red beret of airborne
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you with his stare, it was if he were looking right through you. His eyes
could sparkle with mirth or burn with anger and, as I was about to discover,
it didn’t take this man much time to shi� between the two emotions.
‘We just received a phone call from our Mission in New York.
Ambassador Ekéus just contacted them from Sweden, and told them not
to worry too much, to only depend on what has been stated by UNSCOM.’
Amer paused for a second, looking us over. ‘This is good,’ he continued.
‘To cool down. I find that this is positive and useful.’
That was Amer Rashid being gracious. Within an instant, we witnessed
Amer Rashid on the a�ack. His entire demeanor changed. When he spoke,
his eyes narrowed, and his voice took on a completely different tenor. ‘I
want to tell you that I have issued strict instructions to our operational
and technical staff to fully cooperate with 687 and others. We now have
nothing le� remaining under 687,’ he said, his voice raising dramatically
on nothing. ‘We have destroyed all under 687. We have answered or given
you information on all our programs.’ Amer Rashid was trying to bully
us into submission. ‘We think we have done everything,’ he concluded.
‘However, what is hurting us is that in the Security Council there is no
change of heart or a�itude. UNSCOM has not informed the Council that
Iraq has met its obligations, and the execution of inspections are intrusive
and based on mistrust.’
‘We are not against professionalism,’ he continued. ‘You have been very
professional. But you are too aggressive. Helicopter operations, you look
under carpets, open drawers, behind ceilings. This is beyond Mr. Ekéus’s
statements.’ He leaned towards us, his voice taking on a more gentle tone.
‘You have to understand us be�er,’ he said. ‘This is annoying our people
a lot.’
Amer Rashid looked at me. ‘There will always be doubts. We will
always have enemies. Information will always be sent to UNSCOM. My
intelligence people have told me that the people in the north have just
sent a le�er to the CIA. They say Iraqi authorities are hiding weapons in
hotels, factories, schools, farms, Ba’ath party headquarters in city centers,
everywhere. They also report that documentation on chemical, biological,
nuclear and ballistic missiles are hidden in trains or in containers on trucks
which are always in movement between cities.’ Amer Rashid was laughing,
as if this were a joke. ‘The CIA will flood you with this information.’
He shi�ed his gaze back to Nikita Smidovich. ‘I have a special
information unit. I could set you up, easily mislead you. You would think
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the directness of your questions. We only have our memory, and it can be
faulty at times.’
Hossam Amin’s faulty memory was not the only problem we had to face
as Nikita and I set about organizing the massive amount of data collected
during UNSCOM 42. Already, the technical findings of the inspection
were being questioned by the USA, with many of the inspectors who had
participated in the UNSCOM 42 inspection leading the charge. No sooner
had we touched down in Bahrain than the US experts ran off to Gateway
and started filing reports back to their offices about the ‘duplicity’ of the
Iraqis.
Although the US inspectors had been seconded to UNSCOM for the
duration of the inspection, and despite the assurances given by the US
government that the inspectors provided would do only the bidding of
UNSCOM as set forth by the chief inspector, the reality was quite different.
Each US inspector worked for his or her own office back in Washington,
which could be readily accessed through secure phones and computers
located in the ‘US-only’ sanctum at Gateway. UNSCOM had no control
over these proceedings whatsoever. The US experts at Gateway claimed to
be privy to ‘secret’ information about Iraq’s programs that they could not
share with UNSCOM. This information, they claimed, proved Iraq was
not telling the truth.
I couldn’t believe it. We had succeeded in pressuring the Iraqis into being
more forthcoming, and here were the US inspectors, failing to capitalize
on the moment. To the US inspectors and their bosses, the findings of
UNSCOM 42 were not something to be embraced, but rather denigrated
and rejected. General Amer’s accusations concerning the duplicity of the
CIA were still fresh in my mind.
Despite the rumbles of unrest from the US intelligence community, I
was fairly confident that we had learned enough about the Iraqi missile
program that we would soon be able to declare Iraq disarmed, at least in
that category, and start focusing on longer-term monitoring issues. While
there was a host of minor technical issues le�, in my opinion there remained
only two outstanding ma�ers of importance: definitively accounting for
Iraq’s SCUD missile inventory and establishing a similar inventory of
missile fuels. If this could be done – and I was under no illusions that this
would be an easy task – then I felt that Nikita Smidovich and I would be
able to inform Rolf Ekéus that the missile file was closed as far as Security
Council resolution 687 was concerned.
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SCUDs. While I still believed that the reports of SCUD kills during Desert
Storm were questionable, I was bound and determined to make sure that
every lead was followed up aggressively, especially one provided by such
a brave fighter as Peter.
Once in Baghdad, the inspection unfolded like clockwork. The
UNSCOM offices had been moved out of the Sheraton Hotel and into the
UN compound located at the old Canal Hotel, on the south-eastern edge of
the Iraqi capital. Our inspection team took over most of the ground floor of
the Canal Hotel, se�ing up a giant logistics base as well as the Russian field
fuel-testing laboratory. Every morning, we gathered the team and I briefed
them on the day’s activities. In addition to inspecting over thirty suspected
SCUD ‘engagement’ locations, the team was scheduled to inspect several
oil refineries, sending the samples collected in this process back to Bahrain
on the UNSCOM C-160 aircra�, where two of our fuel experts analyzed
them. We sent teams throughout Iraq, inspecting various sites associated
with liquid-fuel and oxidizer storage, where they took samples for testing
and evaluation in the Russian field laboratory. It was demanding work,
conducted in austere locations, but our training paid off and the team
accomplished its mission without a single accident or injury.
In addition to the searches and sampling missions, UNSCOM 45
carried out a robust schedule of interviews with Iraqi experts and
officials. One of the highlights of the inspection was a six-hour interview
with Lieutenant General Hazem Ayubi, a hero of Iraq, twice awarded
the Order of Rafidain (‘Two Rivers’, one of the highest honors in Iraq),
held at the MIC Headquarters in downtown Baghdad on the evening of
22 October. Present at the meeting with Nikita Smidovich and me were
US defense intelligence specialists, air force targeting experts and Delta
Force commandos, all of whom had played a significant role in trying to
hunt down Iraq’s missile force during the war. They believed they knew
everything there was to know about Iraq’s use of missiles during that war.
Within minutes of the meeting, however, it became clear that they, and the
rest of the team, still had a lot to learn, with General Ayubi taking on the
role of a stern professor.
General Ayubi walked us through his plan of action, telling us how he
split his forces and decentralized his logistics, and how, despite everything
the coalition threw at him, he was able to shi� his forces from the western
front, facing Israel, to the southern front, facing Saudi Arabia – a distance
of several hundred miles – at will, massing his small force of launchers to
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maximize his strike potential, and making the coalition believe that Iraq
had a larger missile force than existed in actuality. And how, through it all,
not a single missile launcher was lost to enemy action.
The American SCUD hunters, Peter first and foremost among them,
appeared confused by General Ayubi’s presentation. Professional
reputations were at stake, as was American national security policy. The
US intelligence community had briefed the White House that Iraq had
an operational missile capability, and the director of the CIA had gone
on record saying that this capability could be quantified in terms of more
than 200 missiles. Military medals were issued on the basis of SCUDs
having been destroyed in combat, creating a military lore that took on
the aura of mythology. General Ayubi’s presentation met fierce resistance
from those listening to it.
On 27 October, we dispatched two teams via helicopter for fuel sampling
missions in western and northern Iraq. It was inconceivable that Iraq
would choose to manufacture hundreds, maybe thousands of missiles,
and not have a dedicated supply of fuel. Our question was simple: where
was the fuel?
The Iraqis brought forward Dr. Taha Al-Jabouri, a fuel expert. Dr. Al-
Jabouri admi�ed that they had imported SCUD fuel from Germany, but
the program he described fell far short of the amounts of fuel and oxidizer
needed to service the Al-Hussein missile force. Despite the forthrightness
of Dr. Al-Jabouri, we still had a problem.
‘We feel that Iraq must have a hidden capability for SCUD fuel and
oxidizer that has not been declared,’ I said to Hossam Amin once Dr. Al-
Jabouri had finished. ‘And the only reason we can come up with why you
haven’t declared this capability is that Iraq still maintains a covert force of
ballistic missiles.’
Hossam Amin had a hurt look in his eyes. ‘Mr. Sco�… even a�er your
meeting with General Ayubi, you still believe this?’
‘There is no other possible explanation available to us,’ I replied.
Hossam got up from his seat, and le� the room. Within minutes he
returned. Hossam looked at Nikita Smidovich. ‘General Amer would like
to speak to you and Mr. Sco�.’
Unlike our last meeting with General Amer Rashid, back in UNSCOM
42, this time there was no pretense at formalities. We met in a conference
room adjacent to General Amer’s office. The general was waiting, and
motioned for us to have a seat.
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‘What are you up to?’ he asked, his eyes narrowed, his teeth clenched.
‘We are simply presenting to your experts our calculations -’
I didn’t get a chance to finish. General Amer brought his hand down on
the table with a loud SMACK!
‘Calculations!’ he bellowed. ‘CALCULATIONS?!’ His face was red, and
spi�le formed at the side of his mouth. ‘YOUR CALCULATIONS ARE
KILLING IRAQI CHILDREN! You and your calculations can go to hell!’
General Amer was really worked up. ‘We have cooperated fully with your
inspection team, and this is what we get? Calculations?’
Smidovich tried to calm the enraged Amer Rashid. ‘General, there is no
need to raise your voice. We are simply -’
Nikita, too, was cut off. ‘Simply what, my dear Mr. Smidovich? Simply
confusing the issue? Simply dragging this charade on and on, to no end?
Simply what!’ I had never seen Amer Rashid so worked up.
‘Shall we leave?’ said Smidovich. ‘If we cannot discuss with you in a
calm manner the issues at stake here, I see no reason for us to be here.’
Amer Rashid sat back. He had made his point, but perhaps sensed in
the Russian si�ing before him that there was no backing down. ‘Stay…
stay. But you are making me lose my patience… making all of Iraq lose its
patience. We need this to come to an end.’
Smidovich didn’t blink. ‘Sco� has evaluated the data provided by the
Iraqi side concerning fuel expenditures, and has discovered some important
discrepancies. All we are trying to do is clear these discrepancies up. If the
Iraqi side can cooperate on this issue in the same spirit that General Ayubi
showed, I see no reason why this cannot be se�led quickly.’
Amer slumped in his chair. He motioned to me with his hand. ‘Go
ahead. Tell me what the great Sco� Ri�er has calculated about the fate of
Iraq.’
So I went through my presentation. General Amer took notes, carefully
annotating what I had to say. When I finished, he put his pen down.
‘My dear, I can see how this might be of concern to you. By these
calculations, you have a point. This must be addressed. I will see to it that
you get all the information you need.’
Smidovich and I le� General Amer’s office shaking our heads in wonder.
It was a welcome relief to leave the general and get back to the business
of inspections.
The next three days proved to be the most hectic I had ever experienced
while serving in UNSCOM. We deployed teams into western, southern
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towards the end of the war. That’s because we were beginning to worry
about fuel and oxidizer supplies. We didn’t know when the war would
end, and we wanted to be able to fire at critical moments if we had to.’
There were more, many more, detailed discussions about the
organization of Iraq’s missile manufacturing program, relations with other
nations concerning ballistic missiles, chemical and nuclear payloads, and
a myriad of technical issues. The Iraqis were forthcoming about them all.
The data we had collected during the course of our inspections supported
most of the claims being made by the Iraqis.
The next day, 30 October, UNSCOM 45 le� Iraq, a�er thirteen days of
the most intensive inspection ever undertaken by UNSCOM: thirteen days;
seventy-five inspection sites; three major seminars; dozens of informal
side meetings; hundreds of pages of notes containing new information
garnered about Iraq’s ballistic missile program. UNSCOM 45 was over,
and it had been broadly successful. We had gathered a great deal of new
information, and were able to make a proper assessment: Iraq had been
disarmed of ballistic missiles.
On my return to New York following the end of the inspection, the
Americans requested a special briefing on the results of the UNSCOM 45
effort. I flew down to Washington where, in a State Department conference
room, I met with some thirty missile experts drawn from the entire US
intelligence community. They listened in icy silence as I briefed them on
the findings. One by one, I refuted or contradicted all of the concerns
set out in the so-called ‘Scowcro� Paper’, provided to UNSCOM by Bob
Gallucci in September. Point by point, I tore down the US government’s
carefully constructed theory of a covert SCUD force. Larry Smothers,
the author of that idea, was in the audience. He had been a member of
UNSCOM 45, knew the evidence I spoke of, and had nothing to say to
refute it. When I finished, I asked for questions. There were none. Some
shi�ed uncomfortably in their seats. None thanked me for my work. But,
as I was leaving, I was warned by a sympathetic CIA staff member that the
UNSCOM 45 findings were not popular reading in Washington, and to be
prepared for some sort of a response.
Within a week that response came. It was in the form of a four-page
document entitled ‘A Critique of Iraqi SCUD-Related Assertions Made
During UNSCOM 45’. Paragraph 2 of the paper pre�y much summed up
the entire US analytical effort:
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missiles, this meant not only securing US agreement to fund the fielding of
a radar system, but also provide intelligence information which supported
the American claims that the Iraqis were still hiding missiles. Smidovich
and I laughed at how we were stealing a page from the old Mafia adage
about ‘keeping your friends close, and your enemies closer’.
Stu Cohen surprised us by inviting Smidovich and me down to
Washington, where we were brought into the work spaces of the Non-
Proliferation Center Headquarters in Rosslyn, Virginia, for meetings with
the CIA. While old hat for me, this was a unique experience for the former
Russian diplomat.
We got off our Delta Shu�le flight, and took the metro to the Rosslyn
station. There, we walked the few short blocks to the unmarked office
building which housed the Non-Proliferation Center. From the outside,
the building was the same as all the others clustered in the neighborhood.
However, once you entered the one-way glass doors of the ground floor
entrance, it became obvious that this was no ordinary office complex.
Armed uniformed CIA security guards stood watch behind desks,
checking the identification cards of all those entering and exiting the
premises. The Russian and I went through, and then were taken upstairs
to Cohen’s office.
Stu Cohen briefed us on a number of sites in Iraq where missiles,
warheads, and chemical and biological agent were believed to be
buried. All of this played into the concept of a ground-penetrating
radar inspection, which Stu supported wholeheartedly. These sites were
considered very sensitive, the source of the information being an Iraqi
colonel who had recently defected, and whose reporting in the past had
proven to be accurate. The ‘Big Three’ sites put forward by the US were a
missile burial site at a Special Republican Guard training camp south of
Lake Habbaniyah, a chemical weapons burial site located on the premises
of the Rashadiya Republican Guard Barracks, and a biological warhead
burial site in some abandoned railroad tunnels just south of Kirkuk.
It was clear that the USA was trying to put some meat on its blanket
rejection of the UNSCOM 45 findings. While I couldn’t vouch for the
quality of the CIA source, these sites were being taken seriously inside the
US government, and UNSCOM would therefore need to do something to
address American concerns. However, in the back of my mind I couldn’t
help but feel frustrated at the fact that while UNSCOM had assembled a
rock-solid case on Iraqi compliance with its ballistic missile disarmament
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obligations, the CIA was able to dismiss this case with li�le more than
secondhand speculation and rumor. I had worked with the CIA on
numerous occasions during the late 1980s and early 1990s, producing
assessments about Soviet missile-production capabilities that had a direct
impact on the national security of the USA. The Agency of that era would
never have condoned the CIA approach now being taken. One simply did
not weigh in on issues of the magnitude associated with Iraqi weapons of
mass destruction with intelligence of such shaky quality, especially when
it flew in the face of a veritable mountain of evidence to the contrary.
There were political reasons for maintaining the myth of a secret SCUD
force. The policy objective of regime change in Iraq had been passed on
unchanged from George H. W. Bush to the new President, Bill Clinton.
UNSCOM’s efforts to verify the real situation interfered with that objective.
Stu Cohen’s charm offensive, and the willingness of the USA to provide
UNSCOM with personnel and material support, was making me feel as
if Stu Cohen and the CIA likewise were employing tactics based upon
the ‘keep your friends close, and your enemies closer’ line of thinking.
More and more, I was seeing the hard work and concrete technical
results obtained by UNSCOM pushed into the margin by the dramatic,
yet inconclusive, intelligence information provided by the USA and the
United Kingdom.
But the issue was much more complex than that. Developing new
inspection concepts presented no problem. Ge�ing the USA to accept the
results of such an inspection was a completely different ma�er. The longer
UNSCOM waited to endorse the findings of the UNSCOM 45 inspection,
the more difficult that proposition was becoming. I needed some way to
make sure that whatever course of action UNSCOM undertook in the field
of ballistic missiles in the future, the findings of that inspection would be
treated as final. There could be no room for second guessing.
I was becoming fed up with the whole UNSCOM scene. We seemed to
be stuck in a rut, going nowhere. Worse, many of the criticisms leveled by
senior Iraqi officials during my recent trips to Iraq about the CIA’s role in
the affairs of UNSCOM had hit too close to home. Despite all of my efforts
to build within UNSCOM an independent intelligence capability, the
bo�om line was that, in many ways, UNSCOM was now more dependent
on US support than ever before.
In order for UNSCOM to succeed in implementing its mandate in Iraq,
it would require a change of a�itude not only from Saddam Hussein’s
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regime, but also on the part of the USA. Weapons inspections could not
simply go on forever. There had to be an end. While I couldn’t reach any
definitive conclusions about the level of Iraqi compliance in regards to
chemical, biological or nuclear activities, I was fairly certain that in the
field of ballistic missiles, Nikita Smidovich and I and our teams had
accomplished a great deal towards establishing the fact that Iraq had
basically complied with Security Council requirements to disarm. With
the interim monitoring inspections underway at the various missile sites
in Iraq, we had demonstrated just how effective long-term monitoring
could be. We simply needed to be allowed to do our job, and Washington
seemed intent on not allowing this to happen. The reality was that there
were many in the US government who simply did not want UNSCOM to
succeed. In this perverse formulation, a failed UNSCOM would forever
justify the continuation of economic sanctions against Iraq. If this was
true, then everything I had been working for was in fact all for nothing.
If my work with UNSCOM was to have any meaning, then we had to
be able to say that the Iraqis were complying when they were. This meant
a war on two fronts: on the one hand, fighting to get the Iraqis to tell the
truth and, on the other, trying to compel the Americans to accept the truth
once it had been uncovered. I don’t think I could possibly have realized at
the time just how difficult this task would prove to be.
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range from the south, where they turned and disappeared into drive-in
caves in the side of the mountain.’
‘We had contacts with Kurdish groups in the area, who reported that
entire villages were evacuated and Iraqi security cordoned off the entire
mountain range to prevent any outsiders from ge�ing near,’ said Mallard.
Raptor nodded knowingly. ‘We almost launched an a�ack on the area near
the end of the war. Our unit was to be flown in on C-130 aircra� to launch
a raid, but the war ended just days before we were to go forward.’
‘We’ve been following this area very closely since the war ended,’ Dobbs
said. ‘The local Kurds report that the security cordons are still in place.
Even more interesting, the Brits and our boys have been flying infra-red
photo missions as part of the no-fly zone enforcement, and we’ve detected
some “hot spots” in the mountains that we think could be the entrances to
the caves where the Iraqis are hiding the equipment.’
I sat there in silence, taking all of this in. I had been meeting with
Dobbs, Mallard and Raptor consistently now for several months, and here
we were, halfway through a training program that had been finely tuned
for our mission, and the CIA was throwing me a curve ball. ‘What do you
want me to do?’ I asked. ‘We’re knee deep into this mission. I can’t shut the
operation down, which by the way the CIA and National Security Council
say is based upon the most credible intelligence the US has, and suddenly
shi� gears to do a wild goose chase in the Sinjar mountains, no ma�er how
enticing your stories are.’
‘Look, Sco�, I’m just being honest here, but the intelligence behind the
GPR mission is crap.’ I could feel my stomach churning. ‘The analysts
at the Non-Proliferation Center haven’t a clue what they are doing. To
be honest, this stuff about buried missiles is pure guesswork, based on
second-rate defector information.’
Mallard took over the conversation. ‘We’ve been trying to get the Non-
Proliferation Center to include the Sinjar targets on the GPR inspection
since day one, but they don’t like it because they didn’t come up with it.’
I put down my beer. ‘What do you want from me?’ I asked.
‘Well, you’re the guy in charge of this effort.’ I interrupted Paul at that
point. ‘I’m not in charge, Nikita is, and the chairman above him.’
Dobbs broke in. ‘Don’t play word games here, Sco�. This is your plan,
your operation. We know that the Sinjar operation will never stand a
chance unless you go along with it, so that’s why we’re coming to you. We
think that you’ve put together a team capable of doing justice to the Sinjar
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targets, and we’d like you to get these targets on the inspection. We’re not
sure the US government is going to have the stomach to continue these
kinds of inspections a�er the GPR mission is finished, especially if you
don’t find anything.’
Raptor spoke up. ‘And you damn sure won’t find anything if you limit the
inspection to the targets the Non-Proliferation Center has put together…
there simply isn’t anything there.’ It was now Paul’s turn. ‘Sinjar is the key.
We are convinced there is something hidden of value at Sinjar, and that
your inspection is the only way we are ever going to find it.’
What Dobbs, Mallard and Raptor were saying was outrageous. The
concept of the US government spending millions of dollars on an inspection
concept designed to uncover hidden missiles, and then to provide us with
intelligence they knew to be inferior, if valid at all? It was a set-up for
defeat. ‘Why wouldn’t Stu Cohen pass these targets to me?’ I asked. ‘He
has been a straight shooter on this from day one. I can’t accept that he
would deliberately withhold information pertinent to this inspection,
unless of course he doesn’t know anything about this.’
Dobbs laughed. ‘Why do you think we’re even talking to you? Stu knows
about this, but has had his hands tied by the analysts and the bureaucrats.
The targets we’re talking about have been developed by the operators, not
the analysts. The analysts won’t back them, because they didn’t develop
them. Stu has asked us to come to you directly because he wants these
targets to be inspected.’
I was stuck in the middle of an internal CIA conflict. I needed advice,
and there was only one person I felt I could go to at this point: my old
friend from the UNSCOM support office in the State Department, Colonel
Sam Perry. I said as much.
Dobbs nodded his head. ‘We thought you would say this. Just so you
know, Colonel Perry has full knowledge of these targets, and supports
our effort. Stu has spoken to him about this.’ He then took a more hushed
tone. ‘Sco�, there is more here than meets the eye. Sinjar is just the tip of
the spear. We have outstanding information – and it doesn’t come from
defectors – that the Iraqis are engaged in a systematic effort to pull the
wool over UNSCOM’s eyes. There is a commi�ee that meets once a week
to discuss UNSCOM, and we know where they meet, when they meet,
and who is in a�endance. It’s all the big players. They get together every
Thursday night at six. We’re trying to get permission to share this with
you officially, and then use the GPR team to pounce on them.’
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how they arrived at that number, or where these missiles were. And now,
at a critical point in UNSCOM’s efforts to a�empt to account for these
missiles, the US intelligence community seemed to be at war with itself,
contradicting and denigrating its own product in the worst, and most
unprofessional, manner.
Gro�e didn’t blink. ‘Sco�, you know as well as I do that there is an
approved way to process raw information into intelligence. Further, there
is an approved way for intelligence to be shared with UNSCOM. This
isn’t simply bureaucracy at play, but a systematic methodology designed
to ensure that the information passed to UNSCOM is sound, and takes
into account US national security concerns regarding the dissemination of
classified information.’
I nodded. ‘I understand this, Rick. But understand that, from my
standpoint, I received information that came through authorized US
channels, and I took action on it. Are you telling me that there has been
an unauthorized release of information? Or that the information released
is worthless?’
Gro�e had a pained expression on his face. ‘Both,’ he said. ‘The OPC
is not authorized to make assessments and pass them on to customers,
whether in UNSCOM or in the US government. In the case of Iraq and
UNSCOM, this is the role that the Non-Proliferation Center plays.
Furthermore, the data OPC used to form its conclusions are drawn from
raw sources of information, and have not been ve�ed by analysts for
accuracy and veracity.’
‘What do you want me to do?’ I asked.
‘Stop Roller Blade. Don’t let it go forward. It is a big mistake. You and
UNSCOM should not have been made aware of this information to begin
with.’
‘Is that because it is inaccurate, or because it is too highly classified?’ I
said to Rick.
‘A li�le of both,’ he answered. ‘But mainly the former. We just don’t
think it is credible information.’
UNSCOM was being squeezed. I honestly did not understand
the motive for this conflict, but I knew I wasn’t going to get stuck in
the middle. I looked Rick straight in the eye. ‘All we’ve done is pass a
recommendation by the US government concerning inspection sites to the
chairman for consideration. My understanding is that a US team will be
traveling to New York to brief the chairman. If this is truly the Operation
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with tension running high, in part created by the sheer size of the team,
the complexity of its mission and the high expectations associated with
its targets. A�er making so much about the potential of this mission,
everyone expected something big to happen.
But there would be no such drama. Unimpeded by the Iraqi government,
UNSCOM 63 combed the skies and ground of Iraq, searching for any
sign of buried SCUD missiles. We broke the entire western desert of Iraq
up into large ‘search areas’ and spent days conducting extensive ‘grid’
searches. Nothing was found.2 UNSCOM 63 took months to plan, cost the
US government over $12 million to support, and took weeks to execute.
The only conclusion that could be reached from its result was that the
CIA’s estimate on an Iraqi covert SCUD missile force, including the Sinjar
targets, was completely without foundation in fact.
Upon my return to New York, Rolf Ekéus informed me that I was to
accompany him to Washington on Monday 8 November, to brief senior
National Security Council (NSC) staff on the results of the inspection. The
post-UNSCOM 63 briefing was held on the third floor of the Old Executive
Office Building, in Suite 345. The sign on the door read ‘Director, Central
Intelligence’. Inside his office, behind a closed door, sat James Woolsey, the
new head of the CIA, who was scheduled to meet with Rolf Ekéus a�er I
finished my briefing to the National Security Council staff. There was still
a question as to whether or not I would also be asked to brief Woolsey, but
this decision would be held off on until a�er my NSC briefing.
The senior American present was Martin Indyk, the NSC staffer
responsible for the Middle East. In addition to Indyk, Bruce Reidel, the
Pentagon’s Middle East expert, a CIA analyst from Stu Cohen’s office,
and Jerry Murphy, from the State Department, were in a�endance. The
chairman and a contingent from UNSCOM were present as well, including
his new deputy, Charles Duelfer, a career State Department official. We
were si�ing around a heavy wooden coffee table, in chairs dragged out
from the various rooms and offices that connected to the lobby.
I began the briefing. It was a cut and dry presentation of the facts
surrounding UNSCOM’s accounting of Iraq’s proscribed missiles: nineteen
inspections since the summer of 1991, including UNSCOM 63, making full
use of intrusive and innovative inspection techniques and methodologies.
I emphasized the close working relationship UNSCOM had with the US
intelligence community, and that the most recent inspection had made use
of the very best information the CIA had on the issue of retained Iraqi
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he said that the CIA feels that the Iraqis retain too much control over the
work of the inspectors to allow any findings to be credible.’
I was appalled. ‘They don’t want the truth,’ I told Duelfer. ‘And I
don’t know that we can do anymore than what has already been done to
convince them we are doing a good, credible job.’
Working for UNSCOM no longer had the appeal for me it once had.
Si�ing through my mail, I found an announcement from Headquarters
Marine Corps about the possibility of returning to active duty as part of the
Active Reserve force. I filled out the application and mailed it in, figuring I
had nothing to lose by trying. The week before Christmas 1993, I received
a response from Headquarters Marine Corps. I had been accepted back
on active duty, with a report date of 1 March 1994. I would return at my
rank of captain. I had until the end of January to accept or decline the
offer. Given everything that had transpired over the previous two years, I
didn’t hesitate to accept their offer. I le� UNSCOM at the end of February
1993 for New Orleans, Louisiana, where I would begin my new job as an
intelligence officer with the US Marines.
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Chapter 7
New Friends
March–November 1994
Back in the Marine Corps, life proved uneventful and UNSCOM seemed
like a dream. Despite the bi�erness that had existed at the time of my
departure, I had to admit to some nostalgia. The mundane task of
coordinating Marine reserve training was a world away from the hustle
and bustle of inspections.
Since arriving in New Orleans, I had been ge�ing phone calls from
Nikita Smidovich asking where this or that piece of paper or snippet of
information could be found. Always guarded, Smidovich held back from
divulging any information that could be considered sensitive or proprietary,
given my newfound status as a ‘US government official’. I detected nothing
in his voice hinting that anything was amiss with the inspections.
I called Mark Silver, just to say hello. Like Smidovich, he betrayed
no gloom or doom about UNSCOM, but rather the exact opposite. He
shocked me with one dramatic revelation. ‘We have some new friends,’
he said. For some reason, in April 1994, Israel had approached UNSCOM,
offering to help.
Israel! This was exciting news indeed. Mark wouldn’t reveal any details,
but clearly things seemed to be heading in a positive direction for UNSCOM.
It certainly didn’t sound as if Ekéus were simply spinning his wheels.
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the tentative items on our agenda. According to the Ekéus le�er, we were
‘experts on mission’ who wanted to follow up on earlier discussions about
Iraq’s proscribed weapons programs. Le� unsaid was the real purpose of
coming to Israel – the proposal on sensitive intelligence cooperation. This
was a message that we were instructed to deliver to the director of military
intelligence, General Uri Saguy, in person.
The next day we arrived outside the gates of the Kirya, the headquarters
of the Israeli Defense Force, located in downtown Tel Aviv, escorted by an
Israeli Lieutenant Colonel, Moshe Ponkovsky (pseudonym). Ponkovsky
was a man of about forty, of medium height, fit, with a shock of black hair
and thick glasses that made him look more like an accountant than an
Israeli intelligence officer. Sentries on duty outside the gate stopped the
limo, and checked the identification of both the driver and Ponkovsky.
Ponkovsky’s ID card apparently granted him escort status, and the guard
waved in the limo with only a cursory look in the back where Smidovich,
Kreutz and I sat. Special hydraulic steel barriers were lowered by another
sentry, allowing us to drive through. Military police stood watch to the side.
Everyone carried an automatic weapon of some sort. Our limo proceeded
down the main road for about fi�y yards, and then turned right into a
parking lot in front of a large, multi-story concrete office building.
A duty officer escorted us to the office of the director of the Aman.
There, seated at his desk, was Major General Uri Saguy. At fi�y years,
General Saguy was on the far side of what had been, by any standard,
one of the more remarkable military careers in Israeli history. Short, with
a stooped shoulder, Uri Saguy had short-cropped salt and pepper hair,
heavy rings under his eyes, and a surprisingly so� smile for a man with
such a fearsome reputation. A former commander of the famous Golani
Brigade, General Saguy was a veteran of the Six Day War, Yom Kippur,
and the invasion of Lebanon. His le� forearm bore the scar of a bone-
sha�ering wound suffered fighting the Syrians.
Seated next to Uri Saguy was Ya’acov Ami-Dror, the brilliant but
controversial deputy director for research and analysis. A career
intelligence professional, and an orthodox Jew, Ami-Dror wore a full black
beard and skull cap. Brigadier Ami-Dror was the main reason why Israel
had opened up to UNSCOM earlier in the year. Colonel Eylan and Moshe
Ponkovsky rounded out the Israeli side.
We sat down around the director’s desk. I was struck by how spartan
the room looked. I had been in the offices of many senior American
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about your job. This means much to us. We must find a way to help such
serious people.’
We were not going to get an answer to our request on this trip, however.
Moshe Ponkovsky met with us the next day. ‘This is a big problem for us,’
he said. ‘We have to weigh many issues, including your safety and our
national security. But be assured that the highest levels of our government
are giving close a�ention to your proposal, and we will have an answer for
you soon. In any case, Israel is commi�ed to helping make your mission
in Iraq a successful one.’
It took the Israelis until 20 November to finally respond. I had by this
time returned to my Marine Corps posting in Louisiana, since my original
secondment was for a period of only two months, and it had expired in
mid-November. Rolf Ekéus was able to persuade the State Department
to pressure the Marine Corps into releasing me for another tour, with the
understanding that I would wrap up my work with UNSCOM once and
for all by the end of December.
Back in New York, I went up to Nikita Smidovich’s office, where he
slid a two-page le�er across his desk. It was from Moshe Ponkovsky. ‘It
is clear,’ the le�er read, ‘that the cooperation that you proposed, and was
being examined by us, entails a great investment of resources by both
UNSCOM and IDF [Israeli Defense Force]. Our experts believe that even
a�er investing these resources, we would be unable to guarantee the
security of your personnel in such an operation. In light of the assessment
of our experts regarding the minimal benefit vis-à-vis the high costs and
dangers, especially for your men’s personal safety, we have decided not to
carry out your proposed special project.’
‘So the project is dead?’ I said. Smidovich nodded his head, taking a
drag off his ever-present cigare�e. ‘So it would seem,’ he said, exhaling a
cloud of blue smoke. ‘Except the Israelis have invited us back for further
discussions regarding special cooperation between them and UNSCOM.’
We flew into Tel Aviv on 3 December and were greeted by the same
driver and limousine as during our first visit. The side of the limousine
bore the symbol of the Israeli Tourist Industry, two men carrying grapes,
a reference to the biblical passage where Moses sent scouts out to find the
promised land. The scouts returned with grapes and other evidence of
abundance. Smidovich joked that these two men carrying the grapes were
in fact the first Mossad agents.
Our driver told us that we were on our own for the evening, but that
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A Fresh Start
December 1994–July 1995
I returned to the Marine Corps at the end of December 1994. Marcus Kreutz
and Nikita Smidovich kept calling me, asking when I would be coming
back. According to their information, Rolf Ekéus had approached the
State Department about my being sent back to UNSCOM, this time on an
eight-month assignment. The Israelis were pushing to get the intelligence
cooperation started, and Ekéus agreed that I was best suited to carry out
such a task.
In March 1995, while in Washington on Marine Corps business, I
arranged to stop over at the CIA’s Non-Proliferation Center (NPC) to find
out what the status of Ekéus’s request was. There I met with Stu Cohen’s
successor, a long-time intelligence professional I shall refer to as ‘the
Counselor’.
I discovered that the CIA hadn’t been idle, and the Counselor showed
a great deal of interest in the Israeli initiative. The Counselor introduced
me to another CIA operative, an officer I shall call ‘Burt’, who had been
brought in from the Directorate of Operations as his deputy.
Neither the Counselor nor Burt seemed surprised when I mentioned the
U-2 joint exploitation concept, or UNSCOM’s desire to embark on a program
of communications interception in Iraq. Both understood the need for good
photographic interpretation support and, if the Israelis could provide that
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and unlock the door to the treasure trove of intelligence information that
UNSCOM needed to fuel this new push against Iraq’s weapons programs,
then so much for the be�er. Likewise, the Counselor and Burt recognized
the communications intercept proposal as a much-needed initiative for
helping UNSCOM break free of the current inspection malaise.
The concept of an eight-month secondment to UNSCOM had become
a political hot potato inside Marine Corps Headquarters. So when the
Counselor offered to use CIA money to fund a consulting contract with
the Pentagon that would send me back to UNSCOM, I took it, even though
it meant leaving the Marine Corps once and for all.
I arrived in New York, and was immediately involved in the issue of
UNSCOM’s cooperation with Israel. Rolf Ekéus wanted it to go forward,
and so a meeting was organized between UNSCOM and the CIA to
figure out how to make it happen. Rolf Ekéus’s American deputy, Charles
Duelfer, served as the focal point for the meeting. I had briefly met Duelfer
back in November 1993, in the a�ermath of the ground-penetrating radar
inspection known as UNSCOM 63. Duelfer was a career State Department
employee, a national security specialist, not a foreign service officer, which
meant that he operated as an outsider, even inside the State Department.
On 7 July 1995, Charles Duelfer arranged for a lunch meeting between
UNSCOM and the CIA at the exclusive Princeton Club, away from prying
eyes, in downtown Manha�an. In a�endance were Nikita Smidovich,
Rolf Ekéus, Charles Duelfer and the Counselor. We were here to discuss
UNSCOM’s developing relationship with Israel, and in particular the
proposal to take U-2 film to Israel for joint exploitation with Israeli
photographic interpreters. Rolf Ekéus, back in August 1991, had agreed
with the USA that if UNSCOM wanted to share U-2 images with anyone
other than the USA, we needed to get prior US clearance. Cooperation
with Israel was a particularly contentious issue for political reasons, and
Ekéus for this reason wanted to make absolutely sure we had the CIA’s
blessing before proceeding.
We sat down in the upstairs dining room of the club, a large, spacious
se�ing where the business elite of New York came to socialize and grab
a bite to eat. A waiter in a white coat took our lunch orders, and walked
towards the kitchen, leaving the five of us seated around the table; on the
surface, we looked like any other group of alumni from the Ivy League,
dressed in suits, clustered around a table enjoying our elite status in one
of the most exclusive private clubs in New York. Before we had placed our
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orders, I had provided the group with a full briefing on what was being
proposed, and was waiting for their responses.
The Counselor had only a few questions. ‘What procedures for security
do you propose for the handling of the film?’
‘What would you propose?’ I asked.
The Counselor shrugged. ‘I’m not proposing anything. This is your
show. You tell me what you are going to do.’
‘I could take it to the US Embassy and keep it there when not working
with it,’ I said.
‘No Embassy,’ the Counselor responded. ‘There are to be no American
fingerprints on this.’
‘It would be easier if you just told us what your requirements for
security were,’ I said. ‘Then we’d put in place procedures that took these
into account.’
‘No American fingerprints,’ the Counselor repeated again. ‘No one in
my organization wants anything in writing to exist about this activity. We
won’t stop you from doing this, and many, like myself, think this is a very
good idea. But in Washington, there are two kinds of people – those who
support Israel, and those who don’t trust Israel. The last thing we want to
do is give anyone a scrap of paper that they can wave around to the media
about this ma�er.’
A�er long and careful discussion, a cautious green light was given. I
would go to Israel with several rolls of U-2 film, and begin the operation
of a secret intelligence-sharing program that would hopefully empower
UNSCOM to come to closure on Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction.1 But
if this relationship were ever to become public knowledge, it could be the
ruin of UNSCOM.
Full of anticipation, I met Moshe Ponkovsky in Tel Aviv in July 1995. He
picked me up at the airport and drove me towards the Kirya, the walled-
off district of the city that housed the headquarters of the Israeli Defense
Force (IDF). Ponkovsky parked the car, and led me into an unmarked
building midway down the road. Inside we were greeted by an Israeli
soldier standing guard, who handed me a visitor’s badge bearing the crest
of the unit that occupied this building: A blue circle, bordered by red,
in which black, red and white aperture was wrapped in silver wings, a
compass mounted on top, and white lenses affixed to the bo�om. We were
in the home of the IDF’s national photographic interpretation unit.
Ponkovsky introduced me to Mushiko (the Israelis were very informal,
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referring to everyone by their first name), one of the most experienced, and
capable, photographic interpreters in the IDF. Mushiko in turn introduced
me to Khezi, Maya, Ori and others, all veteran imagery analysts with
thousands of hours on a light table. These were the best of the best, the
‘Top Guns’ of the Israeli photographic interpretation business.
Under the strict supervision of their top photographic interpreter, the
IDF imagery analysts proceeded to ‘scan’ the film, ge�ing a feel for both
the product and the area they were looking at. ‘Scanning’ meant you were
not looking for anything in particular, but rather behaving more like a
tourist, taking a casual stroll through Iraq from 75,000 feet. Once all the
analysts had ‘scanned’ each spool of film several times came note-taking
time. The analysts reviewed each frame, inch by inch, looking for anything
of potential interest, jo�ing down anything that caught their eye. Only
then did the analysts go back to their own offices, where they consulted
the various databases of intelligence information they maintained on Iraq.
I was involved throughout this process, bouncing back and forth between
the light tables and conference rooms, where I met with various experts
from the Israeli intelligence community to discuss what we were seeing
on the film. This process went on for two weeks, at the end of which the
Israelis had produced dozens of viable inspection targets. A�er two weeks
of solid work, I le� Israel with several notebooks full of data, a folder
containing dozens of photographic prints of target sites in Iraq, and eight
rolls of U-2 film.
The Israeli cooperation seemed to wake up the CIA to the fact that
they had be�er start pu�ing something credible on the table in terms of
intelligence or find themselves pushed aside. Within days of my return
to New York, I was invited down to Washington to a meeting at the State
Department to discuss future inspection plans.
The UNSCOM-Israeli U-2 cooperation was part of an overall intelligence
plan I had prepared to address the issue of what we in UNSCOM were
calling the Iraqi ‘concealment mechanism’. Using the intelligence provided
by Israel, I had isolated the Iraqi Special Security Organization (SSO) as
the critical focus for UNSCOM’s investigations. If our intelligence was
correct, we thought (wrongly as it turned out) that not only was the SSO
involved in protecting weapons of mass destruction in 1991, but that this
involvement continued through to the present.
Burt, my principal CIA contact, chaired the meeting, and was accom-
panied by an entourage from the CIA that included Moe Dobbs, Gordon
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Cooper (the Delta Force operative who had served on earlier inspections)
and several other analysts and operations types. It had been almost two
years since I had last seen Dobbs and Cooper, and we gave each other a
hearty handshake. Regardless of what I thought of the CIA and US policy
towards Iraq, these were two men whom I tremendously respected.
The meeting started off with a briefing I had prepared on a detailed
plan of action which had the UNSCOM-Israeli cooperation playing a
critical role in gathering the information about the SSO needed for any
inspection UNSCOM might undertake. I briefed Burt and his entourage
on some of the targets which had been developed with the Israelis. Burt
jo�ed down some notes, and smiled. ‘I think we might be able to address
some of these issues today,’ he said.
I continued. Taking on a sensitive target like the Special Security
Organization, I noted, meant that UNSCOM would need to gain access
to new means of collecting information in Iraq, as inspections were
taking place. If the SSO was in fact involved in hiding material from the
UNSCOM inspectors, this meant that it had to adapt to what the inspectors
were doing inside Iraq. This required some form of communications, and
I believed that UNSCOM should try to listen in on any conversations
which involved moving WMD-related material away from the inspectors.
Israel had turned down our request for their direct support of such an
operation, but this did not mean that the requirement no longer existed.
I had mentioned the issue of communications intercept operations to the
Counselor at the first Princeton Club meeting, along with the fact that the
USA had twice balked at providing UNSCOM with support along those
lines. The Counselor was certain that a�itudes in Washington had changed
towards the notion of UNSCOM-controlled communications intercept
teams, and that if a viable plan could be put forward by UNSCOM, support
would be forthcoming under conditions that would be acceptable to Rolf
Ekéus. I now presented Burt with such a plan, outlining how UNSCOM
inspections of the targets provided by the Israelis could trigger an Iraqi
response that communications intercept teams would be able to exploit.
I mentioned the possibility of US support for such an effort to Burt, who
handed the issue over to Moe Dobbs. ‘We’re pu�ing a package together
for you and Nikita,’ he said. ‘When we get it together, we’ll brief you and
provide whatever training is necessary.’
Burt then turned the meeting over to a CIA case officer who worked
northern Europe. He had some startling new information about the
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Iraqi concealment mechanism, and the role that the security forces of the
Military Industrial Commission – the Amn al Tasnia – played.
‘The source of this information is a defector of proven access and
reliability who is being jointly exploited by the CIA and the host
government. I just came back from a meeting in Europe,’ the CIA officer
said, ‘where the source was discussed, and the feeling was that, given the
nature of your planned inspection, this information would be of some
value.’
According to the source, the headquarters of the Amn al Tasnia had
moved to Palestine Street in downtown Baghdad, a multi-story facility
next to the Ministry of Defense. In addition to the various departments one
would associate with an industrial security organization of a police state,
the source said that the Amn al Tasnia maintained a dedicated operations
center solely for the purpose of tracking UNSCOM and servicing a wider
concealment effort which shu�led retained material of a proscribed nature
from hide site to hide site. The source provided descriptions for a dozen
hide sites that he was personally aware of.
I suddenly had a kernel of hard data around which I could more
specifically design an inspection, especially when combined with the
Israeli information.
‘If we go down this path,’ Burt asked, ‘how long do you think it will
take to achieve a meaningful result? When will we find the weapons?’
I estimated the total time needed for the operation, from start to finish,
was around six months. ‘If this works,’ I said, ‘there is no reason that we
can’t close the file on Iraq by Valentine’s Day.’
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announced his intention to lead the fight to remove Saddam Hussein from
power. Kamal’s defection set off a flurry of activity as the international
community scrambled to respond to the development, and dealing with
Hussein Kamal’s defection became UNSCOM’s number one priority. The
Special Security Organization investigation I was pu�ing together was
placed on the back burner, as was the Israeli cooperation.
Rolf Ekéus traveled to Baghdad to meet with the Iraqi government to
discuss the defection of Hussein Kamal and the direction Iraqi-UNSCOM
relations would take. In an amazing turnaround, Iraq dropped the bellicose
nature of its rhetoric against UNSCOM and instead adopted a tone of
conciliatory concessions. Now, in the a�ermath of the defection, there was
no mention of any deadline, or the li�ing of sanctions. Iraq appeared to be
bending over backwards to be seen as fully cooperating with UNSCOM
and its disarmament mandate.
Prior to his departure from Iraq, and on his way to Jordan to meet
Hussein Kamal, Rolf Ekéus received a phone call from Amer Rashid, asking
him to delay his departure so General Amer could show him something.
Ekéus wondered what was in store for him. That ‘something’ turned out
to be a chicken farm that apparently belonged to Hussein Kamal. Ever
the diplomat, Ekéus disguised his frustration at this apparently capricious
excursion. But on entering the farm he saw before him the holy grail of
weapons inspections since 1991. The farm was stuffed with crates and
boxes containing hundreds of thousands of pages of documents, on
paper and stored as microfiche, dealing with Iraq’s weapons of mass
destruction programs. It was the elusive Military Industrial Commi�ee
archive, the very same one that UNSCOM had been searching for since
the confrontation outside the Ministry of Agriculture in the summer of
1992. At long last, we had our hands on the means to ascertain, once and
for all, whether or not Iraq was in fact in compliance with its disarmament
obligation.
But in Iraq nothing was really as it seemed. Hussein Kamal’s defection
set off a wave of panic inside Iraq. According to senior Iraqis who were
involved in Saddam Hussein’s government during this time, Qusay
Saddam Hussein, the younger son of Saddam Hussein and the head of
the Special Security Organization, realized that Iraq could no longer hold
onto the last vestiges of its weapons of mass destruction programs.
Having decided to get rid of its physical stockpiles of WMD, together
with the main elements of its WMD manufacturing infrastructure,
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of 1991, when Hussein Kamal had brandished his pistol on his hip in
an arrogant effort to intimidate. ‘Those were our orders at that time,’ he
now said. ‘I was instructed to behave that way, but I knew that it was
counterproductive.’ And now all Hussein Kamal wanted to do, he said,
was help. Present at the meeting was Colonel Ali Shukri, ostensibly the
head of communications for the palace, but in fact the de facto personal
intelligence officer to the King of Jordan.
The Hussein Kamal affair was all about politics. The royal household
was extremely cooperative, as evidenced by Colonel Shukri’s presence.
However, the Jordanian governmental bureaucracy was decidedly pro-
Iraq, something which posed problems for the King. There were also
sensitive side issues with Egypt, Saudi Arabia and Kuwait, all of whom
were still bi�er over King Hussein’s support of Iraq in 1990–1991. The
Jordanian monarch saw Hussein Kamal’s defection as having the potential
to improve relations with those three nations, thus rehabilitating the repu-
tation and standing of Jordan in the region. For that reason, Hussein Kamal
was a political asset that was being ‘managed’ by the Jordanian throne.
Prior to the arrival of Rolf Ekéus in Amman, the Jordanians facilitated a
series of interviews between Hussein Kamal and US and UK intelligence
services. The CIA had dispatched a large debriefing team, which joined
forces with the Arab specialists in the CIA’s Amman Station, to speak with
Hussein Kamal. By all accounts, the debriefing was a disaster.2 Rather than
treat Hussein Kamal with respect and deference, the CIA team conducted
a very hostile interrogation, demanding answers to its questions about
Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction programs (Hussein Kamal repeatedly
told the CIA that there were none le�, something no one in the CIA
wanted to believe, an assertion that hurt their confidence in the credibility
of Hussein Kamal), as well as the political situation surrounding Saddam
Hussein. The CIA linguist involved was an Egyptian, and apparently had
difficulty understanding Hussein Kamal’s heavy Tikrit accent and Iraqi
tribal colloquialisms (like Saddam Hussein, Hussein Kamal came from a
poor village from the Tikrit area north of Baghdad), leading to even more
frustration among everyone present. In the end, the CIA stormed out,
leaving Hussein Kamal alone and dejected.
The British MI6 debriefer, whom I knew as ‘the Falconer’ because of
his life-long passion for the sport, took a completely different approach.
He entered right a�er the CIA departed, and immediately offered a cup
of coffee to Hussein Kamal. He then entered into a discussion about the
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origins of coffee in Mesopotamia, and the history of trade and the spread
of commodities throughout the Middle East. The MI6 man, a long-time
Arabist who spoke Arabic fluently with the ability to lace his conversation
with a few choice Tikriti-accented words, completely won over Hussein
Kamal. They spent hours discussing Arab culture and Iraqi history, and
before long Hussein Kamal was trying to impress his British guest with
his own unique role in modern Iraq’s history. Hussein Kamal voluntarily
walked the Falconer through the birth of Iraq’s WMD programs and his
role in building Iraq’s military industrial base during the Iran-Iraq War,
through to the events of the Gulf War and the dismantling of Iraq’s WMD
programs in response to the UN weapons inspections. In substance, the
content of this debriefing was similar to what had been earlier provided
to the CIA. But the tenor of the debriefing was cordial, and by the time the
Falconer le�, with a promise to visit his newfound friend soon, Hussein
Kamal’s spirits had li�ed and his confidence in himself was rejuvenated.
This was the situation when Rolf Ekéus and his delegation met Hussein
Kamal.
As Hussein Kamal led Rolf and his delegation through the intricacies
of the story regarding Iraq’s WMD programs, a similar story was being
revealed, in parallel, through the ongoing analysis by UNSCOM inspectors
of the chicken farm documentation. Baghdad’s contention was that Hussein
Kamal was the culprit, a power-hungry man who had unilaterally decided
to hold on to the prohibited materials despite Iraq’s official stance that all
such material must be turned over to the weapons inspectors. Hussein
Kamal denied this charge. ‘What chicken farm are they talking about?’
he asked when informed of the document cache. ‘This is ridiculous!’ But
his story matched Baghdad’s in one critical aspect: there was nothing le�.
All proscribed weapons and their programs had been eliminated, and the
worst fears of a retained Iraqi capability – a nuclear device, for instance
– were without substance. ‘All weapons – biological, chemical, missile,
nuclear – were destroyed,’ he told the stunned inspectors. ‘You have an
important role in Iraq with this. You should not underestimate yourself.
You are very effective in Iraq.’
While questioning Hussein Kamal on the issue of ballistic missiles,
however, Nikita Smidovich stumbled on something of great concern
to UNSCOM – the Iraqi concealment mechanism. ‘There is not a single
missile le�,’ Hussein Kamal said, ‘but they kept blueprints and moulds for
production. All the missiles were destroyed.’
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person here was Captain Roni Ortel (pseudonym), from the Israeli Defense
Force (IDF) Technical Intelligence Office. I met him on the second floor of
the External Affairs building. A map of the Israeli border with Lebanon
decorated the far wall, facing a shelf containing plaques and medallions
from various intelligence services around the world that the External
Affairs Division had liaised with over the years. Ortel and I mapped out a
strategy for trying to intercept the guidance and control shipment before it
arrived in Iraq. The key, we agreed, was to get the Jordanian government
to cooperate in seizing the shipment when it arrived in Amman. However,
we felt we couldn’t go to the Jordanians too early, for fear of tipping off
the parties involved. We decided to gather more information before we
could act.
Cooperation with the Israeli Military Intelligence had become very broad
and complex, involving numerous meetings with analysts and experts
involved in assessing Iraqi weapons programs, security and intelligence
services, and politics, both domestic and foreign. When my meeting with
Ortel was over, Ponkovsky would shu�le in a team of experts from another
branch or department, all in our mutual effort to understand more about
Iraq and its capacity to produce weapons of mass destruction.
Ponkovsky understood be�er than most what we were trying to
accomplish in uncovering the concealment mechanism inside Iraq. ‘It is a
problem very similar to what we in Israel face from the terrorists operating
out of Lebanon,’ he said. ‘They are very secretive, compartmented, and
always on the move. And yet, we in the Israeli intelligence have had great
success in penetrating the layers of security used by the terrorists, and
we can find them and get them. I think if we used the same analytical
approach with Iraq, we can find and get their hidden weapons, as well.’
‘If they have any weapons,’ I said.
Ponkovsky smiled. ‘If they have any weapons,’ he agreed.
All the while the U-2 cooperation continued. Through a combination
of analytical programs, the Israelis were able to produce excellent target
folders for each site, complete with maps and high-resolution photographs.
The counter-concealment inspection plan was finally taking shape.
The CIA, meanwhile, had yet to deliver on its promises when it came
to communications interception. The Counselor told me that the main
roadblock was over the issue of sharing any intelligence that was collected.
I recognized the political ramifications of this cooperation, but felt that
Nikita Smidovich and I should at least be trained on the equipment so that
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we could be ready if and when the time came to carry out the inspection.
The CIA didn’t see it that way, and no training was provided. The planned
inspection was soon pushed off until the end of November to buy the USA
more time to make a decision about support.
The intelligence tips we were relying on for this inspection were rapidly
becoming dated; Hussein Kamal’s defection was months old, and the CIA’s
European information about the role of MIC Security in the concealment
of WMD was likewise going stale. I flew back to Israel on 28 October,
trying to update our intelligence database.
While I was worried about Iraqi concealment, the Israelis were worried
about Iraqi efforts to import missile guidance and control equipment. The
Israeli tip on the transit of missile components from Russia to Iraq was
ge�ing old. Surprisingly, the Israelis were able to develop new information
on the shipment and immediately upon my arrival in Tel Aviv, Moshe
Ponkovsky took me to meet Roni Ortel.
Ortel fingered a single sheet of paper, and read: ‘A shipment of 20–25
crates, some described as “big”, were flown from Moscow to Amman on
August 18th via Royal Jordanian flight RJ 178.’ He glanced up from his
paper. ‘We have a high degree of confidence that the shipment contained
ballistic missile guidance and control-related material, and that, as of the
week of 24 October, the material in question was still in Jordan.’ Ortel put
the paper back into his folder.
Ponkovsky took over. ‘What we have just told you is extremely sensitive.
Many in the Israeli intelligence community were against our sharing it with
you. However, I was able to convince the director of military intelligence
that you and UNSCOM represented our best chance of preventing this
material from ge�ing into Iraq. If we approached the Jordanians directly,
there is a chance the information would leak out and the material escape.
The same is true if we tried to handle this through the Americans. We
believe UNSCOM, with its UN mandate, has the authority and credibility
to pull this off. I hope that our trust has been well placed.’
I acted quickly, dra�ing a message to Charles Duelfer in New
York, which the Israelis promised to deliver through their Mission. I
recommended that Duelfer press the executive chairman to open a line of
communication with Colonel Ali Shukri, the Jordanian official who had
assisted UNSCOM in the debriefing of Hussein Kamal, to determine the
feasibility of cooperation regarding the interception of the Russian missile
components.
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I spent the remainder of the week working closely with the UNSCOM
photo analyst assigned to the Israeli operation, Gerard Martell (pseudonym).
He was a short, stocky French paratrooper who understood operations,
and how to make photo interpretation support operations. An Anglophile
who wrapped himself in British culture, Martell spoke outstanding English
and had an amazing sense of humor, which manifested itself in cartoons
which he would sketch as the mood struck, usually in restaurants a�er
the beer had flowed and stories were told. Suddenly, he would grab a pen
and a paper napkin, and with a few de� strokes create a drawing with a
suitable caption that had everyone at the table heartily laughing. Martell
and the Israeli photo-interpreters worked hard to develop targets for the
UNSCOM 120 inspection, jointly analyzing the U-2 film we had brought
with us. The inspection was scheduled to take place in less than a month,
and there was still much work to be done.
I was due to leave Israel for New York on 10 November. On the a�ernoon
of 9 November, I was summoned to Ponkovsky’s office, where I was
handed a phone. Duelfer was on the other end, and he sounded excited.
‘The executive chairman has sent a le�er to Colonel Shukri requesting an
urgent meeting. Colonel Shukri has agreed, and you are to meet with him
tomorrow, in Amman, Jordan.’
Early the next morning, I le� Tel Aviv for the Israeli-Jordanian border,
where I boarded a Jordanian bus for the ride over the Allenby Bridge into
Jordan. My fellow passengers were a mix of Palestinians, Jordanians and
some western tourists. We all stared in silence as the bus made its way
across the heavily fortified border, passing reinforced concrete bunkers
that served as Israeli strong points. The Allenby Bridge itself was pre�y
ordinary, a narrow structure with wooden planks that ra�led ominously
as the bus crossed over a thin ribbon of reed-lined green water that did not
at all resemble what I thought the River Jordan should look like.
On the other side of the bridge, now inside Jordanian territory, the bus
was stopped by a blue-uniformed police officer, who boarded the bus and
asked to see the passports of all the passengers. Upon examining mine, he
looked at me. ‘Mr. Sco�?’ I nodded. ‘Please, come with me,’ he instructed,
and I was led off the bus towards a large white Mercedes Sedan with a
sergeant from the Jordanian Army standing next to it. ‘This soldier will
take you from here,’ the policeman stated, and le� me standing next to my
new caretaker, who spoke no English.
Amman turned out to be a cleaner, be�er-organized version of Baghdad.
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some urgency concerning this visit, and that he was ready to help in any
way possible. Colonel Shukri se�led back in his chair and invited me to
present my case.
I thanked the Colonel for receiving me at such short notice and went
straight to the reason for my visit, informing Colonel Shukri of the Israeli
intelligence (without naming Israel as the source), and indicating the
urgency of the need for action. Colonel Shukri was writing everything
down. When I finished, he picked up one of the telephones on his desk.
He spoke into the handset directly, without dialing. The conversation was
mostly one-way. Ali Shukri had just summoned the deputy director of
the General Intelligence Department, General Batikhi. It was Batikhi’s
people who controlled the airport and the customs storage places, Shukri
explained to me a�er he hung up, so Batikhi needed to get involved.
About an hour a�er my arrival at the palace, General Batikhi made
his appearance. A short, heavy-set man with graying hair, Batikhi was
dressed in the uniform of a Jordanian Major General. Despite Batikhi’s
seniority in rank, it was quite apparent that Colonel Shukri held the
upper hand in this relationship. General Batikhi shook my hand, and
then took a seat opposite me. Speaking in Arabic, Colonel Shukri briefed
General Batikhi on my mission and the information I had shared. Without
comment, General Batikhi placed several telephone calls to his officers at
the airport. Ali Shukri interpreted for me. ‘He is instructing his people
to search for the material in question using the loading documentation
from Royal Jordanian flight RJ 178 on 18 August 1995, in accordance with
your information. We have done all we can do at this point, and now we
will begin the waiting game.’ He promised to keep me informed as the
situation unfolded.
Later that night I got a call at my hotel from Ali Shukri, ‘I have great
news for you,’ he said. ‘The items in question have been identified and
seized by Batikhi’s people. Apparently, a partial shipment had already
been sent on to Iraq earlier, but fi�een crates are now under the control
of the General Intelligence Department and are in the process of being
opened and exploited further by Batikhi’s men.’
Ali Shukri paused. ‘We have been blessed with good fortune. The seized
material had already been issued a pass clearing it from customs, and was
most probably scheduled for shipment into Iraq first thing tomorrow
morning. Only the timely intercession of your information and our quick
actions, together with the fact that it was a Friday and thus a non-working
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A Breach of Trust
November 1995–January 1996
Still buoyed by the success in Amman, I returned to New York and got
right down to planning a new inspection based on communications
interception. I felt sure that, with a well-planned operation, we could catch
the Iraqis moving material in anticipation of our inspections.
I was ge�ing increasingly worried, however, about the CIA’s failure
to come through with the intercept equipment. We were running out of
time. Le�ers needed to be sent to governments requesting personnel and
coordination issues involving US political and military backup for the
inspection had to be resolved. I called up the Counselor and warned him
that we might have to cancel the inspection. Within a day Nikita Smidovich
and I were told that a solution to the communications intercept question
had been found, and that we would receive the equipment and training
almost immediately.
The le�ers requesting personnel from several governments were signed
and sent off. UNSCOM 120, as the inspection was now known, represented
the largest inspection undertaken by UNSCOM in over two years, and
was now was gathering momentum.
On 16 November, Smidovich and I flew down to Washington, at the
invitation of Burt, the Counselor’s point man for sensitive issues. The
location for our meeting, just off Route 7, in Tysons Corner, pointed to
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the shadowy nature of our task: nestled away in this corner of American
suburbia, safe in its disguise as yet another small business trying to make
ends meet, was a redbrick apartment fronted by an innocuous sign pro-
claiming the occupants as ‘Overseas Ventures, Incorporated’. Not a total
fabrication, since ‘Overseas Ventures, Inc.’ was a CIA proprietary company
fronting for the CIA’s paramilitary arm, the Special Activities Staff.
Since Smidovich and I both lacked US security clearance, sensitive
meetings were usually held at a conference room at the State Department.
But there were some issues that were too sensitive even for the State
Department. Communications interception was one such issue, hence the
location of our current meeting.
Nikita and I stared at the nameplate, wondering if we had come to the
right place. Suddenly the door opened, and we stepped into a foyer. Once
inside, we were met by Gordon Cooper, the Delta Force operative who
had served with distinction with UNSCOM throughout 1991 and 1992.
Cooper was once again serving a rotation with the Operations Planning
Cell, helping out with the preparations for the UNSCOM 120 inspection.
Behind him was a fit, enthusiastic Delta Force officer we in UNSCOM had
nicknamed ‘Captain America’, because of his aggressive, flamboyant ‘can-
do’ a�itude during the several inspections he had been on.
This was a standard small-office complex, consisting of several
smaller office rooms, a large conference room, a waiting area, kitchen
and bathrooms. In the kitchen, on top of the refrigerator were stacked a
number of coffee cups emblazoned with an eagle, wings spread, talons
bared, and the words ‘Foreign Training Group’ wri�en in gold. Black
secure telephones were visible throughout the place, reinforcing its status
as a classified government location. On the walls were Spanish-language
posters exhorting the viewer to struggle against the Sandinista oppressors.
Other posters provided instruction on firearms and communications
equipment, again in Spanish. I remembered Moe Dobbs and his history of
involvement in the Contra movement. This particular safe house seemed
to have such history.
‘Where’s Burt?’ I asked. Burt had set up the meeting, and I was expecting
him to be there.
Cooper was having a hard time looking me in the eyes. ‘Burt got caught
up, and couldn’t make it. We’ll take over the meeting,’ he said, nodding
towards ‘Captain America’. They gestured towards the conference room,
where in the back I saw a small, black commercial backpack.
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Cooper took the lead. ‘Before we start with training, Burt asked me to
pass on to you some conditions concerning the use of this equipment. The
US government stipulates that this equipment cannot be operated by US
citizens inside Iraq. Only non-US personnel are authorized to use it.’
‘Does the US ban include Americans serving on the UNSCOM staff,
like myself?’
Cooper shi�ed uncomfortably in his chair. ‘From what Burt told me,
this includes all Americans, even those serving on the UNSCOM staff.’
‘Can we at least see the device.’
Now he really became embarrassed. Like an actor given a bad part,
he reached into the backpack and took out a small handheld commercial
communications scanner, of the sort one would buy in an inexpensive
electronics store. A�ached to it was a small tape recorder. He started going
through the operations of the scanner.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing. UNSCOM was
proposing a bold operation designed to investigate Iraqi communications
in Baghdad in order to identify and isolate communications that might
reveal important information about any ongoing concealment effort
related to weapons of mass destruction. This was a potentially dangerous
job, one that needed to be done with the best means available. Instead of
top-of-the-line equipment, which had been promised by the Counselor,
we were ge�ing an off-the-shelf toy, a toy that required significant physical
manipulation by the operator, se�ing and changing frequencies by hand.
There was no capability to pre-set frequencies, and only one frequency
could be monitored at a time.
This was a joke. There was absolutely no way even the best professional
could operate this device effectively and not get caught. And Smidovich
was no professional; for him to try and use this in Iraq would be suicide.
I told Cooper as much. He sat there, awkwardly, holding the device in
his hand, not even trying to offer a counterargument.
‘Would you use this on a covert operation inside a hostile city?’ I
asked.
Sheepishly, he shook his head. ‘No.’
‘Then why would you be proposing that UNSCOM use it?’ I asked.
Cooper was clearly embarrassed. ‘You need to ask Burt. Look, Sco�, we
had nothing to do with this. We were given this device this morning, and
told to train you and Nikita. I don’t know what’s going on. You need to
talk to Burt.’
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Smidovich and I talked the situation over during our drive to the State
Department. ‘We can’t be expected to take that device into Iraq,’ I said, and
Smidovich agreed. ‘Without the communications intercept equipment,
there is no reason for this inspection. The targets would be wasted. The
whole concept revolved around intercepting communications.’
The planning for this operation was already well advanced. The
operational wheels were starting to spin. As we spoke, dozens of personnel
from around the world were ge�ing ready to board aircra� for the flight to
Bahrain. Smidovich and I had allowed the process to go forward because
we had been promised a viable communications interception package.
Now we had nothing.
We were scheduled to meet Rolf Ekéus at the State Department, where
we were to conduct a final briefing of the inspection concept of operations
to him and senior American officials. ‘We have to cancel the inspection,’ I
said finally. ‘We have no choice.’
Smidovich chewed on his mustache, contemplating what I had just
said. ‘Only the chairman can make this decision,’ he said, firmly. ‘We must
brief the chairman, and we can pass on our concerns. Maybe the chairman
can get the US to reverse its position.’
When we arrived at the State Department, there was a large crowd
already assembled around the conference table. Anticipation filled the
air; UNSCOM 120 was a huge operation, designed to be confrontational.
Smidovich and I took Ekéus aside, and briefed him on the day’s events. ‘This
is unacceptable,’ Ekéus said grimly. ‘The Americans clearly understood
that this inspection required the use of the communications intercept
equipment. And you are telling me we have nothing. I will speak to the
director of the CIA,’ he continued, ‘and see what he proposes. If it is not
acceptable, then we cannot go forward with the inspection as planned.’
The briefing was postponed while the State Department arranged for
Rolf Ekéus to contact John Deutch, the new director of the CIA who had
taken over from Jim Woolsey shortly a�er the Somalia fiasco in 1993. Ekéus
soon returned. ‘They have nothing new to offer. This is very disturbing. We
have no choice but to cancel the inspection until this ma�er is resolved.’
The cancellation created an operational security issue. UNSCOM had
clearly signaled that something big was in the air, and now nations wanted
to know what was going on. We were certain that word of the aborted
inspection quickly made its way to Baghdad, where the Iraqis had plenty
of time to reflect on what UNSCOM could be up to.
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For nearly three weeks neither Burt nor the Counselor made any effort
to contact Smidovich or me, a sharp departure from the almost twice-daily
conversations we had been having with the CIA up until the cancellation
of the inspection. It was as if the CIA had broken off all contact.
And then, suddenly, Charles Duelfer was invited to a�end a series
of meetings in Washington on 4 December 1995, to discuss not only the
communications intercept issue, but also the expanding UNSCOM-Israeli
relationship, which was clearly making some in the CIA nervous. Duelfer
arrived at CIA Headquarters in Langley, Virginia, and was escorted into
a large conference room where a veritable who’s who of CIA officials had
gathered, including director of operations Dave Cohen.
Charles Duelfer started off the meeting by reminding the a�endees
of the contents of the Security Council resolutions which governed
the activities of UNSCOM, noting that Rolf Ekéus was adamant that
UNSCOM had the legal right to carry out activities such as the proposed
communications intercept operation as a means of detecting ongoing Iraqi
efforts to withhold from UNSCOM proscribed material and activities.
This comment set off an explosion of pent-up frustration from within the
ranks of the CIA personnel in a�endance, especially those who worked
in the covert world of the Directorate of Operations. The CIA agents
derided UNSCOM’s undertaking as amateurish and poorly planned.
SIGINT operations were very complex in nature, they explained, with the
Iraqis changing frequencies on a regular basis, making detection and cat-
egorization difficult. They also added that the signals, even if detected and
recorded, would most probably be encrypted. If UNSCOM were to come
to the USA for support, there would most likely be a problem in sharing
such information, as it would compromise US capabilities in that field.
Duelfer countered by reminding them that this inspection idea had been
discussed by UNSCOM and the CIA since 1993, and that the Directorate
of Operations had found the idea a�ractive at the time. It had only been
rejected by Rolf Ekéus because of the CIA’s insistence that the operation
be an all-American affair, not for operational reasons. Frank Anderson,
the outgoing CIA Near East Division chief, said that what his office had
supported in 1993 was a general survey of Iraqi communications in
Baghdad, a much less daunting operation than the one being proposed
by UNSCOM now: isolation and interception of radio frequencies directly
affiliated with the Iraqi Special Security Organization. This was much
more complex and dangerous.
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At this point, Dave Cohen interceded. Cohen stated that the CIA wanted
to support UNSCOM fully on this problem, but that they did not really
understand what the mission objectives of UNSCOM were. What was the
reason for using communications interception? What did UNSCOM expect
to gain from its use? What was the overall nature of the problem facing
UNSCOM? In a back-and-forth exchange with Cohen, Duelfer indicated
that this had been spelled out very clearly in the past, but that if it would
be of assistance, then he would have a paper prepared which delineated
the Commission’s mission objectives and the role of any communications
intercept operation in achieving these objectives. He emphasized that he
would deliver this paper very soon. He requested that the CIA respond to
it with equal alacrity. Cohen reemphasized his desire to support UNSCOM
as much as possible, and that he looked forward to UNSCOM’s paper.
Duelfer was then summoned to the office of the director for central
intelligence, John Deutch. In addition to Deutch, Duelfer faced off against
George Tenet, the deputy director of the CIA, and Mike O’Neil, a special
assistant to Deutch. The primary topic of discussion was the cooperation
between UNSCOM and Israel involving CIA-generated U-2 imagery.
Deutch was very concerned about this program. The CIA director felt that
the Israelis were ‘using the Commission to get information about Iraq that
was being denied to them by the United States’. His biggest concern was
that the Israelis were developing target data that would enable them to
‘plan an F-16 strike’ into Iraq. He felt that this would not go down well
on Capitol Hill, and that he faced a problem with how to brief this to
Congress. Mike O’Neil observed that there was a significant difference
between providing prints, which the US government had done in the past,
and actual film, which was being done by UNSCOM. ‘The Israelis are able
to make precise measurements from the film that could not be obtained
from prints.’
Duelfer was taken aback by the intensity of suspicion regarding the
Israelis. He told Deutch that UNSCOM derived a large amount of very
useful information from the U-2 cooperation with Israel, and that it should
be allowed to go forward. The CIA director and his lieutenants remained
silent. ‘I don’t think we’ve seen the last of this issue,’ Duelfer warned me
upon his return to New York.1
The meeting Charles Duelfer had a�ended with the CIA was the
manifestation of a dramatic rethinking of America’s Iraq policy inside
the CIA and the halls of the US national security establishment. While
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January–March 1996
The new year moved on, and I had to hope (against my be�er judgment)
that the CIA’s request for information indicated a new a�itude. Maybe
they were starting to recognize that they had fumbled badly in November
in failing to support UNSCOM 120 and were now making a serious effort
to address our requirements and needs. I was half right. Although I didn’t
know it at the time, Steve Richter, the head of the CIA’s Near East Division,
had made a decision that, rather than fight UNSCOM and thereby provoke
an unwelcome debate within the US government about Iraq policy which
could compromise their secret coup plans, the CIA would work more
closely with the Counselor and the Non-Proliferation Center to find a way
of making UNSCOM useful to them. The CIA therefore would extend a
helping hand, as long as they made sure their other hand was pushing
UNSCOM into a position of assisting the coup plans.
The first clue that the CIA wasn’t being totally sincere about its offer
of assistance was a note that came back in response to the paper I had
dra�ed in 1996 answering their questions about the communications
intercept plan. The CIA asked yet more questions about what technical
configuration I might be looking for, and then, as an aside, noted that
while the USA might support an UNSCOM communications intercept
initiative, there would be no US personnel involved in any aspect of the
operational work.
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understanding that while the CIA would provide training and equipment,
operational control would be exercised by UNSCOM. Charles Duelfer and
Nikita Smidovich flew to London, where they met with Sarah Parsons,
Clive Provost and James Swingle. Within hours the deal was sealed. The
UK had delivered on its promise. On my return from Israel I immediately
informed Burt (the Counselor’s deputy and my principal liaison point on
sensitive ma�ers) of the British decision. Burt promised to get the CIA
to fast-track the acquisition of communications intercept equipment, a
trainer and a training facility.
On 4 February 1996, I greeted the British team as they arrived at
Washington’s Dulles Airport – five intercept operators led by Gary, a short,
fit man in his early thirties. Together, these five would become known as
the ‘Special Collection Element’ (SCE). I drove them to a Holiday Inn in
Fairfax, Virginia, just outside Washington, which would be their home for
the next two weeks. The next morning we met with Burt, the Counselor
and a retired CIA communications intercept technician known as ‘Mike’.
It was Mike’s job to train Gary and his team on the suite of equipment
that the CIA was providing for our use, basically high-quality commercially
available communications scanners and digital audio tape (DAT) recording
devices. For training purposes, ‘Mike’ had set up an antenna in one of the
hotel rooms, which doubled as a training facility. This antenna enabled
the SCE team to practice intercepting local frequencies. The Baghdad set-
up, however, required an antenna mounted on the roof of the Baghdad
Monitoring and Verification Center so that the team could get 360-degree
line-of-sight coverage of most of Baghdad. When I asked Burt about this
antenna (I wanted to see it so I could start planning for its installation),
I was asked to wait. ‘We’re still procuring it, Sco�,’ Burt said. ‘It will be
ready by the time you deploy to Baghdad.’
The Brits proved to be fast learners, and I was back in Northern Virginia
by mid-February, checking up on the preparation of the SCE team before
escorting them and their equipment to Bahrain and on to Baghdad.
Everything seemed in order – except the antenna. I asked Burt about its
status. ‘Don’t worry, Sco�,’ he said, all smiles. ‘The antenna is already
installed. We had “the Engineer” take it in and install it as part of his
camera support mission. He disguised it as a surveillance camera on top
of the building.’
‘The Engineer’ was an Air Force officer on secondment to the CIA.1 In
1993, the Engineer had been placed in charge of installing a dozen or so
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monitoring cameras in Iraq. By 1995 this had grown into a system of over
one hundred. Camera monitoring had become its own empire, run by
the Engineer without any direction or supervision. Each monitored site
had four or more separate cameras. Installation was a huge undertaking,
requiring dozens of trips throughout all of Iraq.
The Engineer seemed to be calling the shots on which sites would get
cameras. Hundreds of videotapes were made, but no plan had been put in
place to evaluate them. Having not been consulted when the cameras had
been put in, the monitoring teams had no interest in viewing the tapes.
This problem was compounded with every new camera installed. The
situation wasn’t helped when the Engineer stepped in and volunteered
the services of an air force intelligence unit to review the tapes, under
his direct supervision. UNSCOM was now involved in a massive data
collection scheme that was not only directed by the USA, but also appeared
to benefit the American intelligence services alone. And now the Engineer
was installing secret SIGINT antennae in Iraq. His involvement had me
very concerned.
‘For Pete’s sake, Burt,’ I said, raising my voice, ‘we can’t go around
installing anything without the express permission of the chairman! This
is an extremely risky operation, and I promised the chairman that I would
keep him in the loop every step of the way. He has not given permission
for this team to deploy to Baghdad, let alone for an antenna to be installed.
And who gave you permission to tell the Engineer, or anyone else for that
ma�er, about this mission? The chairman controls who gets to know, not
you. Dammit, Burt, you’ve compromised the entire operation. This has to
be an UNSCOM effort, not CIA!’
Burt seemed taken aback. Gary and his fellow British soldiers were
looking at each other, wondering what in the world just happened. The
Counselor interceded. ‘Sco�, you’re right,’ he said. ‘We didn’t think this
one through. Of course the chairman is in charge… we just thought
we were doing his bidding. We will make sure to respect the chain of
command in the future.’
Despite the Counselor’s words, I wasn’t comfortable with the role the
Engineer was playing, and the secretive, backhanded manner in which the
CIA had managed it. The Engineer and his mission just didn’t fit. Some-
thing was amiss, although I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at the time.
Gary and the SCE team deployed to Iraq on 20 February 1996. To
help facilitate their ‘blending in’ to the normal daily life of UNSCOM in
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Mitigating Moe Dobbs’s concerns was the fact that my team had a
pair of very experienced Delta Force operatives assigned to it. They were
bringing along a secure satellite communications radio which they would
use to transmit hourly situation reports to the US military command in
Bahrain, as well as to receive any breaking intelligence from Gateway.
The Delta commandos exhibited a confidence that was addictive. Hostage
rescue was their business and if they were comfortable with the plan, then
who was I to argue? I wrote off Moe Dobbs’s ji�ers as interagency rivalry,
and got on with the mission.
Burt from the CIA’s Non-Proliferation Center had deployed to Bahrain
with a team of CIA analysts, and was working with Gerard Martell to
assess Iraqi reactions to UNSCOM 143 and give us any tip-offs that might
be found through the examination of imagery taken several times a day
from satellites orbiting high over Iraq. The National Security Agency,
America’s premier communications intelligence organization, also had a
team in Bahrain to review the results of the work being done in Iraq by Gary
and his team of communications intercept operators. Despite Moe Dobbs’s
ominous warning, I deemed the inspection team ready, and on 8 March we
moved to Iraq, with Nikita Smidovich serving as the chief inspector.
UNSCOM 143 had flown in to Baghdad with great fanfare, and the
Iraqis were on high alert for some sort of activity from the team. They
soon found out what we had in mind: that night we surrounded what
we believed to be the MIC Security Headquarters, as identified by the
CIA. Within minutes of our arrival, however, the Iraqis were claiming that
the building we had surrounded was in fact the Ministry of Agriculture
(indeed, a freshly painted sign was placed outside, proclaiming it as such).
Among veterans of the UNSCOM 40 inspection in the summer of 1992,
this familiar ‘news’ was not well received. Senior Iraqi officials started
arriving, and were allowed to go into the site. Among them was Amer
al-Sa’adi, a senior advisor to Saddam Hussein and the former head of the
Military Industrial Commi�ee.
During the standoff, Nikita Smidovich spent a great deal of time
on the phone to Rolf Ekéus, who passed on the changing views of the
Security Council on the confrontation as it developed. Unlike the situation
we had faced the last time we had surrounded an agriculture ministry
in Baghdad, this time UNSCOM definitely had the Security Council’s
a�ention. The Iraqis were quick to discern this, and suddenly they were
prepared to discuss terms for entry and inspection of the building by the
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team. A�er a series of back and forth conversations with the chairman
and the Iraqis, Smidovich began the inspection, entering the building with
a dozen inspectors. It was a thorough inspection, with everything – all
rooms, file cabinets and computers and diske�es in the building – being
searched. Thousands of documents were found, but we had to conclude
that nothing of interest was present.
Hossam Amin explained that the building had been given to the Ministry
of Agriculture in mid-January 1996, and the Ministry, its personnel,
documentation and equipment was still in the process of being moved
into the building. Prior to January 1996, the building had been home to
the MIC-affiliated Al Fao establishment, which was heavily involved in
construction work. According to the Iraqis, the Al Fao organization had
occupied the building in early 1992. Before that, the building had served
as the headquarters for the Military Industrial Commission. Hossam
Amin then told us that when the Al Fao establishment occupied the
building, an internal security unit of the Military Industrial Commission
remained behind. He claimed that this unit had le� the building in mid-
January 1996, at the same time the building was given to the Ministry
of Agriculture. If we had been able to do this inspection when originally
planned, in November 1995, we would have found the MIC Security
section. But not any more.
Our next inspection target was a Republican Guard Barracks at Kirzah,
where intelligence information, again provided by the CIA, indicated
that SCUD missile launchers were being hidden in buildings normally
used for tank repair workshops. Kirzah was home to the Hammarabi
Armour Division of the Republican Guard and, with the assistance of the
Israelis, Gerard Martell had been able to pinpoint the location of the tank
repair facilities inside the sprawling military compound. The team was
considerably delayed in gaining entry to the site (the Iraqis stated that it
was a national security site of great sensitivity), but once we did get in we
found nothing to confirm the CIA’s suspicions.
As sensitive as a Republican Guard base was to the Iraqis, their
concerns escalated to another level when we tried to inspect locations
belonging to Saddam’s personal bodyguard unit, the Special Republican
Guard. The CIA had indicated that some Special Republican Guard sites
around Saddam International Airport were being used to hide WMDs.
A�er a long standoff we were eventually able to gain access to these sites,
but only under the personal escort of the director of the Special Security
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With the permission of Rolf Ekéus, I was going to pass these on to the
Israelis in the hope that they would bring their considerable capabilities
in this field to help UNSCOM’s cause.
The doorbell rang, and Ponkovsky rose to answer. He returned with
three young men in civilian clothes. Ponkovsky introduced them to me:
‘Sco�, meet Lieutenant Dani, the team leader of the unit assigned to evalu-
ate your proposal of cooperation.’ The lieutenant was accompanied by two
men identified as a sergeant and corporal in his unit. We shook hands.
I briefed the Israelis about the technical details pertaining to the Special
Collection Element’s work, as well as the nature of the product I was
handing over. ‘Is there a logbook or anything that would help us make
sense of what is on the tapes?’ Dani asked. I pulled out a blue binder
which contained the detailed intercept logs maintained by Gary and his
team, time coded and broken down by individual DAT tape. ‘We can do a
lot with this,’ Dani said.
I had been in the intelligence business for quite long enough to know
that one doesn’t get something for nothing. Israel was opening the doors
to its secret world of intelligence in an unprecedented manner, and
UNSCOM was responding by becoming the best source of high-quality
intelligence on Iraq that Israel had ever had. This was a mutually beneficial
relationship that only worked if both parties were honest about their goals
and objectives, and these goals and objectives were the same. UNSCOM’s
mission was to disarm Iraq. Israel claimed to have approached UNSCOM
because it shared this objective. But our relationship was crossing the
boundary of simple technical assessment. Iraq had, in the past, lied to
UNSCOM and hidden weapons of mass destruction from the inspectors.
Now Iraq claimed they were clean, but had failed to produce the evidence
necessary to sustain that claim. The job fell by default to UNSCOM. But
in order to prove Iraq’s innocence or guilt, UNSCOM needed to gain
access to an unprecedented amount of information, much of which had
nothing to do with our mandate of disarmament. UNSCOM needed to si�
through this data, and make sure Iraq wasn’t trying to hide any proscribed
capability.
Some of this data, however, touched on the most sensitive aspects of
Iraq’s national security, including the security of Saddam Hussein. This
information, in the hands of a party which wanted to do Iraq harm,
was priceless. In cooperating with Israel in this manner, I was exposing
UNSCOM to charges that we were facilitating the ability of Israel to a�ack
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It soon became evident that the meeting was, to all intents and purposes,
over. According to Sarah Parsons, the Americans – in particular the two
experts from the NSA – had made it perfectly clear that there would be no
report forthcoming from the USA. ‘Debbie’ and her colleague le� shortly
therea�er, followed closely by Burt and the Counselor. Before leaving,
Burt came up to me. ‘We’ll meet for dinner tonight, Sco�. I guess we need
to clarify what happened here.’
Once the Americans had le�, the British vented their exasperation with
what had just transpired. ‘We were assured that the Americans would
be coming with a report,’ Sarah Parsons said. ‘We have already received
a copy of the report,’ Clive Provost added, ‘which Gary and his team
had reviewed with GCHQ [General Communications Headquarters].
Everyone was quite happy with a sanitized version of that report being
released to UNSCOM. Like you said, Sco�, the data clearly showed the
communications intercept operation to have considerable promise.’ The
British had no idea why the Americans had backed out at the last moment.
We were all in agreement that Burt and the Counselor needed to have a
good explanation at dinner that night.
Burt wanted curry, so we dined at an Indian restaurant recommended
by the Counselor. The food was good but, despite this, dinner was very
tense. I told Burt and the Counselor that what had happened back at DIS
headquarters was unacceptable. The Counselor was visibly embarrassed
by the whole affair. ‘Look, Sco�,’ he explained, ‘we were just as surprised
as you were. We expected a report, but when we went to the Embassy,
there were instructions not to release anything to UNSCOM.’
‘Instructions from who?’ I asked. The Counselor and Burt remained
silent. ‘Let’s not forget who is driving this ship,’ I said. ‘It is not NSA.’
Burt started to chime in, but I cut him off. ‘Roger and I are here because
the chairman thinks you have something for us – for him, really. The Brits
signed up believing that they were carrying out an operation in support
of UNSCOM. Everything you did today discredited UNSCOM and the
operation. If you guys are about killing this effort, you’re doing one hell of
a job. But if you truly want to see this work, then something had be�er be
done, and done soon, that convinces the chairman that he, and UNSCOM,
haven’t been taken for a complete ride. And while you’re at it, try mending
some fences with our British friends.’ I was furious at the CIA’s cavalier
treatment of the British, who had taken a great risk pu�ing their people
on the ground in Iraq, where they were exposed to arrest, execution and
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torture if anything went wrong with the operation. ‘It’s their asses on the
line in Iraq, not yours or anyone’s in NSA,’ I reminded them.
That exchange pre�y much defined the dinner. Roger and I le� knowing
that the entire counter-concealment effort was at risk should Burt and the
Counselor not deliver something of substance soon.
I didn’t speak with the Counselor, or Burt, for nearly one month following
the fiasco in London. I was assured by both of the CIA officials during
our meal that they would produce a report which met the requirements
of the executive chairman. Without warning, on 25 April, the Counselor
arrived in New York, and was in Ekéus’s office, delivering a report which
allegedly fulfilled this commitment. In accordance with the rules, the USA,
through the Counselor, was delivering a report for Ekéus’s eyes only. But
everyone knew that the Swedish diplomat was in absolutely no position
to ascertain the veracity of what was in the report. There was, in fact, only
one person in UNSCOM who could ascertain the report and that was me.
And I had been purposefully excluded by the USA from seeing this report.
All I could do now was to sit and wait, and see what transpired.
While the Counselor met with Ekéus, I could only sit in my office
and wait and wonder how the conversation was going. My phone rang,
interrupting my thoughts. It was Olivia, Ekéus’s secretary. ‘The chairman
will see you now,’ she said, summoning me upstairs. Ekéus was waiting
for me in his office. He beckoned me to enter, and then shut the door. I sat
down at the conference table, while he retreated to his desk and pulled
out a metal document container, dialed in a combination, and opened it,
pulling out a slim report. Without a word, he handed me the document.
The paper was marked ‘Top Secret/FINAL CURTAIN/Release executive
chairman UNSCOM Only’ and consisted of four pages.
‘Final Curtain’ was a codename that the CIA had given to the reporting
of information derived from ‘certain sensitive intelligence programs, some
of which are conducted in cooperation with the Special Commission’. I
now knew I was looking at the fruits of the SCE effort. The communications
intercept project seemed to be working a�er all.
But my enthusiasm was quickly dampened as I read on. The paper
purported to present information drawn from multiple sources, and
related to the events in Iraq surrounding the UNSCOM 143 inspection.
It spoke of an effort by Iraq to take missile components and bury them
in a garage, covered by cement. But this information was dated to a time
prior to the UNSCOM 143 inspection, or the SCE, being in Iraq. It spoke
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Ekéus’s meeting with Tariq Aziz had made clear that the Iraqis were
taken aback by the aggressive nature of the UNSCOM 143 inspection, and
would react strongly to any further incursions. To avoid a confrontation
while sensitivities were still raw, Ekéus asked me to go to Iraq and try to
establish a dynamic of cooperation. The Counselor decided to move ahead
and offer SCE support to future missions, and I felt that they shared my
belief that the SCE effort was working.
I was partly correct in my assessment: the CIA was prepared to work
more closely with UNSCOM on the ma�er of future inspections. But
where I saw them assisting UNSCOM in furthering the investigation into
the concealment mechanism as a vehicle for disarming Iraq, the CIA saw
the inspections as a unique instrument for intelligence gathering that
needed to be more carefully managed. The UNSCOM 143 inspection had
sent a shockwave through the CIA, especially the offices of Steve Richter,
the director of the Near East Division of the Directorate of Operations.
Richter had long denigrated the potential effectiveness of UNSCOM as
a tool for the collection of intelligence. However, UNSCOM 143’s ability
to gain access to some of the most sensitive locations in Iraq, including
presidential areas, Special Republican Guard command posts, Republican
Guard headquarters, and Iraqi intelligence facilities, woke Richter up to
the vast intelligence collection potential inherent in UNSCOM’s inspections
that was going untapped by the CIA.
Richter ordered Moe Dobbs’s team in the Special Activities Staff to start
coordinating more closely with the CIA’s Iraq Operations Group, which
was busy plo�ing a new coup effort against Saddam Hussein. The Iraq
Operations Group had built a plan of action around an Iraqi defector,
Mohammad Abdullah al-Shawani. Al-Shawani had three brothers who
were officers in the Iraqi security services, including one who was in
the Special Republican Guard. Al-Shawani had convinced Steve Richter
and the CIA that he would be able to recruit a large number of officers
and men who would support the overthrow of Saddam Hussein. All al-
Shawani needed was the CIA’s technical support, in the form of secure
communications equipment, and the CIA’s assistance in shaping the
conditions under which a coup could most effectively be carried out.
Richter was aware of my focus on the Special Republican Guard. He
contacted the Counselor, and told him that the Operations Directorate was
ready to cooperate with UNSCOM. For months I had been badgering the
Counselor and Burt for access to the CIA’s best analysts on the Special
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and that these vehicles were operating under the direct orders of the
Special Security Organization. This document was taken into custody by
the Special Security Organization, and the Iraqi minders were ordered
never to discuss its existence, or the role played by the Special Security
Organization, with the UNSCOM inspectors.
In the a�ermath of UNSCOM 143, Hossam Amin wanted to correct the
record with the UNSCOM inspectors, and dra�ed a le�er for this purpose.
However, Qusay, Saddam’s younger son who ran the Special Security
Organization and was responsible for the security of his father, still viewed
the Special Security Organization, and by extension the Special Republican
Guards, as being off limits for discussion with the inspectors. Even though
these organizations were no longer involved in the business of hiding
weapons of mass destruction, any admission of their past involvement
would only pave the way for an intrusive investigation. Given that these
organizations were responsible for protecting the Iraqi president, allowing
any investigation of them was an impossibility. Qusay directed that the
appropriate cover stories – lies, in effect – be constructed to explain how
weapons of mass destruction were hidden, transported, and destroyed.
Tell the truth about everything, Qusay said, except the role played by the
Special Security Organization. Hossam Amin’s le�er was never sent.
The fact was that our investigations into the Iraqi concealment
mechanism had become a genuine national security risk to Iraq. The Special
Security Organization mobilized its resources to counter our efforts. A
new program of concealment was developed, not to conceal weapons
but rather to hide and deny the involvement of the Special Security
Organization in past concealment. This created an absurd situation where
the more we dug, the more they resisted investigation into the Special
Security Organization, and therefore the more convinced we were that
they were hiding something. It was a vicious circle.
Inspections became trapped in a prison of process where the notion
of ‘truth’ had lost its meaning. The Iraqis were convinced that they had
told the truth about disarmament, that they no longer had WMD. That
indeed was true. But UNSCOM felt that not only had the Special Security
Organization been engaged in a massive program of WMD-related
concealment in the past, but also that a massive program of Special
Security Organization-run concealment continued to the present. That
indeed was true, too.
The Mukhabarat counter-UNSCOM unit redoubled its efforts to
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problem wasn’t Ri�er, the Mukhabarat agent said, but rather the Special
Security Organization’s refusal to allow the truth to be told about what had
really happened between the months of April and July of 1991, to which
the Special Security Organization representative reminded everyone
present that disclosing the role of the Special Security Organization was
non-negotiable.
Amer Rashid opined that Sco� Ri�er was a reasonable person who truly
believed in what he was doing. Ri�er, he said, had a good record of fair,
if unpleasant, investigations, and wasn’t afraid to embrace a conclusion
that Iraq was disarmed. Iraq needed Sco� Ri�er to remain in UNSCOM.
Iraq just needed to find a way to influence Ri�er, to keep track of what
he was thinking. Ri�er was going to continue to pursue his concealment
investigation, Amer Rashid said. Iraq would just have to manage this
effort carefully, and find a way to convince Ri�er that his investigation
had no bearing on Iraq’s final disarmed status.
Tariq Aziz turned to the chief of the Mukhabarat’s counter-UNSCOM
team, ordering him to assign an officer whose job it was to gain the
confidence of Sco� Ri�er, to get to know how Sco� Ri�er was thinking.
This officer would become a confidant of Ri�er’s, a source of off-the-
record information that would help Ri�er resolve problems without
having to resort to intrusive inspections. The Mukhabarat officer had the
ideal candidate: a ballistic missile engineer, known as ‘the Serb’ (he had
been educated in the former Yugoslavia) who had worked closely with
UNSCOM, and Ri�er, over the years.4
I, of course, knew nothing at the time of either the CIA’s efforts to
manage me via Burt, or the Mukhabarat’s efforts to manage me via the
Serb. I was too busy trying to manage my own extensive work schedule,
which at this point had me deploying back to Baghdad to confront the
Iraqis over the issue of concealment.
On 2 May, Rolf Ekéus sent a le�er to Amer Rashid, informing him of
my mission, which was to ’engage in discussions with Iraq’s relevant
authorities and personnel who were involved in the collection and
protection of materials and documents related to proscribed activities’.
According to this le�er, I was in Baghdad for the ’ purpose of conducting
a special interview mission with personnel from [the Special Republican
Guard and Special Security Organization] concerning the safeguarding
activity of proscribed material and relevant documents’. Ekéus informed
the Iraqis that what UNSCOM needed wasn’t just access to personnel for
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interviews, but also any and all supporting documentation that might be
assembled which could verify what these persons might say during the
course of an interview.5
I arrived in Baghdad on the a�ernoon of 8 May 1996 to begin my
task of trying to get the Iraqis to volunteer enough information to avoid
another aggressive inspection. I immediately requested a meeting with
Amer Rashid. The Iraqis informed me that they had agreed to a meeting,
to be held at the Iraqi National Monitoring Directorate headquarters that
evening. Upon my arrival, however, I was surprised to find not Amer
Rashid, my normal counterpart for high-level discussions, but another
General, Amer al-Sa’adi, waiting for me. Like Amer Rashid, Amer al-Sa’adi
had been at the forefront of developing Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction
during the late 1980s.
Lieutenant General Amer al-Sa’adi was a fit man, and so� spoken.
Dressed in a fine gray silk suit, with his carefully combed silver hair and
trim mustache, he looked more like a businessman than the brains behind
Iraq’s WMD programs. His importance was underscored not only by his
considerable reputation, but also by the hulking bodyguard standing
nearby. I had been aware of al-Sa’adi for some time now, though he had
been invisible to UNSCOM for a long time. He crossed our radar shortly
a�er the defection of Hussein Kamal, when he served as the focal point
on the clarification of Iraq’s biological weapons programs. Since then,
General al-Sa’adi had been a regular presence in the Iraqi-UNSCOM
relationship, but this meeting marked the first time I had met this icon of
Iraq in person.
General al-Sa’adi opened the meeting by graciously welcoming me,
presumably to put me at my ease. He then gently began to prod: what
exactly was the purpose of my mission? Seated to his le� and right were
Hossam Amin and three other National Monitoring Directorate officials. I
was joined by Charles Harper, a British diplomat seconded to UNSCOM as
its spokesperson in Iraq (and now assisting me as note taker), and a British
interpreter. I reiterated UNSCOM’s interest in the mechanism used by
Iraq to conceal proscribed material and activities from the inspectors, and
noted that the existence of the chicken farm documents only reinforced the
legitimacy of our concerns. ‘I suggest that it is be�er, from the perspective
of the Iraqi government, to deal with a small group of inspectors meeting
around a table with their Iraqi counterparts, than having a fi�y-man team
conducting on-site inspections of facilities and locations considered by
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The dialogue route had, it seemed, failed. The Iraqis were extremely
concerned about their national security, but the only way we could get
the answers we needed would be to probe into the Special Security
Organization. We were on course for confrontation.
Moe Dobbs and the paramilitary wing of the CIA was taking an
extraordinary interest in this upcoming inspection, and Dobbs had
assigned three other operatives – ‘Jake’, ‘Paul’ and ‘Rob’ – to coordinate
logistics and communications support for the team. I was suspicious, but
at the time, just glad to get the help we so badly needed.
As usual, Dobbs was concerned with security issues, and was proposing
that we embed a dozen of his paramilitary specialists from the Special
Activities Staff throughout the team, under cover as team communicators,
but in reality as hostage rescue support. ‘If we get grabbed, just hold tight
and stay close to my operators,’ Dobbs told me.
With the assistance of Dobbs and the SAS operators, Nikita Smidovich
and I put together a coordinated inspection plan, which had us ‘squeezing’
Special Republican Guard facilities in the Baghdad area in the hope that
we might flush out some concealed material. With Israeli help, I had found
the location of every Special Republican Guard unit around Baghdad, and
had factored them all into the inspection plan. Strangely, Moe Dobbs and
the SAS objected to one of these targets, a barracks facility belonging to
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the 3rd Ba�alion of the 1st Brigade. ‘There’s nothing there,’ Dobbs said.
‘We’ve checked it out.’ When one of the CIA’s top covert operatives says
that something has been ‘checked out’, who could argue? We dropped the
ba�alion from our target list.
For this operation, we were in Basingstoke, an hour’s drive from
London, rather than in Bahrain. There was concern a�er UNSCOM 143
that the Iraqis had penetrated the UN bureaucracy, and we wanted to
remain unplugged from it for as long as possible.
Unlike UNSCOM 143, where we briefed each target to the team and
allowed them to prepare for the inspection with exact knowledge of each
site to be inspected, for UNSCOM 150 we took a different approach:
no sites whatsoever were briefed. All the team members were told was
that we were going to carry out inspections of certain ‘types’ of facilities
– office buildings, military barracks, storage complexes. We trained them
on inspection concepts and specific operational methodologies, but not
on the targets themselves. This is where ‘Rob’ and the rest of Moe Dobbs’s
CIA paramilitary operatives came in handy. They knew the targets, and
the techniques needed to inspect them efficiently. The training syllabus
they put together focused on the techniques without compromising the
targets.
We went to Bahrain via a US Air Force C-141 ‘Starli�er’, and then
on to Iraq using the new UNSCOM C-130, operated by a South African
company under contract to the UN. The Iraqis were very concerned about
this inspection, and tried hard to get Ekéus to postpone it. Tariq Aziz put
in a personal call to Ekéus. ‘We know you are concerned about hidden
missiles,’ he said, referring to a speech made by Ekéus in which he had
said that there might be between six and sixteen SCUD missiles remaining
in Iraq. ‘We promise not to fire any of the missing missiles until your
inspectors arrive,’ the deputy prime minister joked. Ekéus refused to put
off the inspection, instead briefing the Security Council that they should
be prepared for a crisis. The feeling in New York was that the Iraqis did
not want the UNSCOM 150 inspection to disrupt the ongoing oil-for-food
negotiations, which were reaching their final stages. However, the truth
was the Iraqis were worried about something much more serious.
The CIA had been very busy plo�ing its coup against Saddam Hussein.
The Iraq Operations Group had formed a special team of agents which
was dispatched to the CIA’s Amman Station to coordinate coup planning
with the Iraqi National Accord (INA), a group of Iraqi expatriates led by
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a former Ba’athist official, Iyad Alawi. Alawi had been responsible for
monitoring, on behalf of the Mukhabarat, the activities of Iraqi students
studying in London in the late 1970s. However, he had developed a taste
for money and the high life of the West, and sometime in 1978 reached
out to the British Secret Intelligence Service (MI6) and offered his services
as a double agent. Alawi’s move was detected by the Mukhabarat, which
dispatched a team of thugs to Alawi’s London home in an effort to kill
him. Alawi survived the a�ack, which pushed him solidly into the
camp of British intelligence. During the Gulf War, Alawi was a founding
member of the INA, which was initially a front organization for a Saudi
Arabian intelligence anti-Saddam propaganda effort which broadcast
radio programs into Iraq from stations in Riyadh.
A�er the Gulf War, Alawi returned to London, where he continued his
contacts with MI6. Sometime in 1994, Alawi told MI6 that he had fantastic
contacts inside Iraq that were in a position to remove Saddam Hussein
from power, if they could just get some help. MI6 passed this information
on to the CIA’s London Station, which in turn reported these developments
to the Near East Division and Steve Richter. Richter brought Alawi and al-
Shawani, the former commander of Iraqi Special Forces who had defected
to Amman and was recruited by the CIA, together. The two defectors
quickly convinced the CIA that they had the resources in Iraq to pull off
a coup.
Steve Richter briefed the White House on what was being called
the ‘Silver Bullet’ coup. The White House was under political pressure
to be seen to be doing something about Iraq. Economic sanctions were
crumbling, and international support for continuing aggressive weapons
inspections was faltering. Instead of being weakened, Saddam Hussein’s
government was actually gaining strength. When the CIA said they had a
plan to get rid of Saddam Hussein, the White House approved it, ordering
John Deutch, the CIA director, to move forward. Of course, being the
White House, there was a political dimension to this issue: the upcoming
presidential elections in November 1996. Tony Lake, the national security
advisor to President Clinton, was sensitive to any notion of an ‘October
Surprise’ and, in private discussions with Deutch (denied by both Deutch
and Lake, but acknowledged by many CIA insiders), ordered that the
coup be wrapped up by early summer at the latest. Deutch passed these
instructions on to Steve Richter, who ordered the Iraq Operations Group
to execute the coup sometime during the third week in June 1996.1
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The only problem was that this coup, supposedly planned in great
secrecy, was well known to the Iraqi government. Many of the defectors
being used by the INA and CIA were actually Mukhabarat double agents
and, through a series of tragic mistakes, the Mukhabarat actually took
control of one of the CIA’s secure satellite communications units used by
the INA to communicate with the plo�ers in Baghdad. In this way, the
Mukhabarat learned every detail of the plan, including the fact that the CIA
was linking the timing of the coup with an UNSCOM weapons inspection
planned to take place in early June 1996. According to the intercepted
conversations overheard by the Mukhabarat, the UNSCOM inspection
would be used to trigger a crisis with Iraq, and serve as a justification for a
military a�ack by the USA, which would be used as a cover for the plo�ers
to remove Saddam Hussein from power. So when Tariq Aziz asked Rolf
Ekéus to delay the UNSCOM 150 inspection, it was with good reason.
With the goal of li�ing economic sanctions first and foremost in mind, the
Iraqis did not want the issue of weapons inspections to become caught up
in the political fallout of the impending coup d’état.
Rolf Ekéus and the rest of UNSCOM were completely unaware of the
CIA’s ulterior motive regarding the UNSCOM 150 inspection. As the
primary mission planner, I knew who Moe Dobbs was, and who his team
of SAS paramilitary operatives worked for. As a student of Iraq policy, I was
also aware of the real US objective for Iraq – regime change. I had certainly
observed, and been a victim of, the CIA’s dishonesty and manipulation
of inspections in the past, and I was aware of an undercurrent of intrigue
surrounding the Iraqi defectors I had helped debrief in Amman the
previous May. But, perhaps because I was so focused on the upcoming
inspection and my overall campaign to uncover an Iraqi concealment
mechanism, I was oblivious to what was really happening.
UNSCOM 150 arrived in Baghdad on 10 June 1996 to the watchful, if
somewhat hostile, stares of our Iraqi minders. There was a certain tension
in the air, and the usual friendly banter exchanged between UN inspector
and Iraqi minder was missing. Our first day of inspections, 11 June, was
an indication of things to come: half of the team was prevented by the
Iraqis from inspecting known Special Republican Guard barracks in Abu
Ghraib (the same facilities that had been used to hide nuclear material
back in June 1991). The other half of the team, led by myself, inspected
what we thought would be the headquarters of the MIC Facility Security
Organization, only to find that the Iraqis had recently moved that
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the vehicle. So as the vehicle screamed past, I stepped out in the road and
shouted a�er it, ‘Slow down!’
The Porsche came to a screeching halt, and backed up at high speed to
where I stood. The Iraqis were acting as if none of this was happening.
The windows on the car were heavily tinted, preventing me from seeing
who was inside. But slowly the passenger side window was lowered, and
I found myself staring into the face of Saddam Hussein’s older son, Uday,
who had a much deserved reputation for having an explosive temper. I
wasn’t about to back down. ‘Slow down,’ I repeated, looking Uday straight
into his designer sunglasses. The window was rolled up, and Uday raced
away in a shriek of tires and a cloud of burnt rubber.
I thought that would be the end of the episode. However, once back
at his residence, Uday got on his secure radio phone (which Gary and
the Special Collection Element were monitoring), and called up two of
his friends, who happened to be relatives of Saddam Hussein’s Murafaqin,
or personal companions – the ultimate bodyguards. Uday screamed at
them that he wanted the UN inspectors to be taught a lesson. That night
Uday’s two friends drove up to the front of the 1st Brigade headquarters,
and stopped next to a white four-wheel drive Sedan, which they mistook
for a UN vehicle. Having duly fortified themselves with alcohol, the two
stepped out of their vehicle to confront the inspectors, the one on the
passenger’s side pulling out a pistol. As he withdrew the pistol, however,
he accidentally pulled the trigger, shooting himself in the leg, and fell to the
ground, screaming. Panicked, the driver ran over to his friend, and ordered
the National Monitoring Directorate minders who had been si�ing in their
Sedan to get out. The driver dragged his wounded companion into the
NMD Sedan, and drove it away – leaving his original vehicle behind. The
head of the Special Security Organization’s Security Directorate himself
was brought in the next day to investigate. The evidence led straight to
the culprits, but no one wanted to confront Uday on this issue. Additional
guards were assigned from the Special Security Organization to protect the
inspectors. Despite these measures, tensions ran high for the remainder of
our time in Iraq.2
The Security Council finally reacted to Baghdad’s non-cooperation
on 12 June 1996 by passing a new resolution, 1060, which ‘deplored’ the
denial of access and demanded that Iraq cooperate fully. Two days later,
on 14 June, the inspectors were still parked in the sun. The president of the
Security Council, at that time chaired by the French Ambassador, issued a
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noting that ‘our two sides should grasp this new opportunity and move
forward soon so that it might lead to a situation where the council could
address the li�ing of sanctions.’
This was, of course, what Tariq Aziz wanted to hear. But first he had to
make a few points. ‘There are two governments, the US and UK, which
officially or formally say they would like to change the government of
Iraq,’ he said. ‘Iraq cannot take lightly the fact that UNSCOM receives
information mainly from these two governments, and then you send teams
to the Special Republican Guards.’ Tariq Aziz pressed home his point,
stating that ‘We in Iraq have serious concerns and suspicions. You [Ekéus]
sent your team, UNSCOM 150, anticipating a crisis… I am complaining
about the timing of the inspections. It might not concern you, but we in
Iraq see it differently.’4
Ekéus had no real political ammunition. While at the Security Council
the US and UK representatives talked of ‘material breach’, the fact was that
with the coup plot foiled, there was no longer a viable military plan in place
to strike Iraq. The CIA knew full well the extent to which the Iraqis had
penetrated their plot against Saddam, and how this information might be
used by Iraq, and its allies in the Council, if the USA were to proceed with
a military a�ack. The unity of the Council needed to maintain economic
sanctions could crumble. In an odd coming together of minds, both Iraq
and the USA wanted Ekéus to reach a compromise, Iraq to get sanctions
li�ed, and the USA to keep sanctions in place.
Ekéus engaged in a lengthy one-on-one meeting with Tariq Aziz where
the issue of li�ing of sanctions was discussed.5 Ekéus promised to work
hard to get sanctions li�ed, but needed help in undermining the US policy
of sanctions-assisted regime change. Inspections needed to continue,
Ekéus said, and they had to incorporate a serious investigation of the
concealment mechanism. If Iraq would accept such an investigation, Ekéus
would find a way to make sure these inspections could not be used by
others to violate Iraq’s national security interests. Tariq Aziz summoned
Amer Rashid and Amer al-Sa’adi, and over the course of two days an
agreement was reached.
On 22 June, Rolf Ekéus and Tariq Aziz signed what became known as
the ‘Agreement for the Modalities of Sensitive Site Inspections’, which
governed how UNSCOM would go about inspecting sites deemed sensitive
to Iraqi national security – Republican Guard, Special Republican Guard,
Special Security Organization, Mukhabarat and other security institutions,
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The entry into the site will be made by a limited group from the
inspection team (the Chief Inspector, one or two inspectors and one
or two linguists – a total of four). The entry group will survey the
site to determine if a proscribed nature could be associated with
items, documents and related activities.6
Rolf Ekéus had done his job – averting a war, while keeping weapons
inspections on track. But the result, while a short-term fix for the USA, was
a strategic disaster for US Iraq policy. The ramifications of the collapsed
coup a�empt had yet to sink in. Many in the CIA were harboring hopes
that the coup plo�ers would magically reappear, establish contact and
indicate their continued readiness to go a�er Saddam. But any such hope
was quickly quashed when, on 26 June, the CIA’s Amman Station allegedly
received a transmission from one of their secure satellite phones. It was
from the Iraqi Mukhabarat, who told the surprised CIA agents that the
game was up. Within days the CIA team in Amman vanished. All traces
of the CIA’s involvement in a coup plot against Saddam were eliminated.
The USA had just witnessed a covert action fiasco of a kind not seen since
the Bay of Pigs in 1961. Saddam Hussein’s security services had rounded
up over 800 suspected plo�ers, most of whom were subsequently tortured
and executed. As for the CIA’s links with UNSCOM, Moe Dobbs and his
SAS team didn’t stay around in Bahrain for the post-mission debrief,
instead ge�ing on planes for flights back to America. It was the last time
I, or anyone in UNSCOM, saw Moe Dobbs or worked with anyone in the
SAS.
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The Poison Pill
July–August 1996
The failed coup debacle in Baghdad shredded the credibility of the CIA.
Having had no backup plan in place if the coup went awry, the USA was
now le� trying to revive the old ‘sanctions-based containment’ plan. But
this plan was contingent on UNSCOM maintaining the notion that Iraq
was not complying with its obligations to disarm. Now, with the new
inspection modalities agreed on by Ekéus, the USA feared that Iraq and
UNSCOM might actually reach an understanding regarding disarmament.
Washington was swept up in the throes of a policy disaster, and everyone
was looking for someone to blame.
The logical choice for the chopping block was Steve Richter, the chief
of the CIA’s Directorate of Operations’ Near East Division. The June
coup plot had been his plan. But Richter was a cra�y insider experienced
in the art of shi�ing blame. According to the CIA, it was UNSCOM’s
investigation into the concealment mechanism which tipped off the Iraqis
that defectors were cooperating with the West, allowing the Mukhabarat
to unravel the coup plot. This logic not only failed the test of credulity, it
was also chronologically impossible (the CIA’s secure transmi�er was had
been captured by the Mukhabarat in January 1996, four months before
my meetings with the defectors in Amman). As far as the CIA’s covert
operators were concerned, Richter wasn’t to blame; Ri�er was. But in the
strange world of intelligence-based politics, the CIA did not move to a�ack
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me just yet. With the new US priority now being the destruction of the
agreement Ekéus had made, I was considered useful as the logical choice
to test the modalities of that agreement with a confrontational inspection.
Back in New York, most of the UNSCOM staff viewed the new Ekéus
modalities as a decisive defeat for the inspectors. I, however, did not share
this opinion. ‘The Iraqis have trapped themselves into having to let us into
a site,’ I said. ‘There can no longer be any excuses. If UNSCOM organizes
itself like a forensic crime scene investigation team, we should be able to
detect evidence of concealment that will be useful in ge�ing the Iraqis to
finally confess the truth about concealed weapons.’ I was anxious for an
opportunity to put the agreement to the test.
On 24 June 1996, I got it, in the form of a CIA-provided photograph that
showed a gathering of vehicles on 11 June outside a Special Republican
Guard site on the southern tip of Saddam International Airport, which I
labeled ‘Site 1a’. At first I was skeptical of the U-2 image, since it showed
nothing more than a score or so of Sedans, together with a few light trucks,
circling around a building inside a walled compound. However, SCE
intercepts of Iraqi minder communications showed that, at the time the
U-2 photograph was taken, Hossam Amin was demanding to know where
every inspector was, and instructing his minders that the movements of
every inspector be frozen, around the same time the photograph was
taken.1 Looking over the photograph, I asked myself why that might
be. As I scanned the blurry images of vehicles, the answer seemed to be
because the Iraqis were preparing to move something they didn’t want
the inspectors to observe. In this photograph, I believed UNSCOM had
evidence of ongoing concealment activity, and as such, a location in Iraq
that was an ideal candidate for testing the sensitive site modalities.
Within days of his return to New York, Ekéus was visited by both
the US and British ambassadors to the United Nations, and subjected to
withering questioning concerning the wisdom of his compromise. Ekéus
defended his decision as a perfect example of diplomatic compromise, and
told both ambassadors that in his mind inspections had been enhanced,
not degraded, by the new agreement. But words alone would not carry
the day; Ekéus needed substance, and so instructed Nikita Smidovich and
me to return to Iraq to test the new agreement.
We arrived in Baghdad on 15 July, my thirty-fi�h birthday. The next
morning we got straight to work. It was blistering hot; the wind blowing
in from out of the western desert was baking this corner of Iraq with
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temperatures unseen in years. The medics on the team were saying that it
easily exceeded 120 degrees Fahrenheit. And it was only 9 a.m.
I sat in the front seat of my Nissan Patrol, the lead vehicle of a four-
vehicle convoy that was approaching our target – a military compound
on the southern edge of Saddam International Airport. I was very familiar
with this particular checkpoint – our advance had been stymied here twice
in the past, during UNSCOM 143 and UNSCOM 150. But this time it was
supposed to be different. The sensitive site modalities agreed between Rolf
Ekéus and Tariq Aziz in June were designed to prevent similar standoffs
from occurring. East of us, another four-vehicle convoy was converging
on the target area, as was a third convoy, approaching from the south.
If everything went as planned, we would close in on the target along all
potential routes of egress, trapping any documents or material that might
be located there.
Suddenly our Nissan Patrol was halted at a checkpoint by a Special
Republican Guard soldier holding a loaded AK-47 rifle at the ready. I could
see his colleagues pulling ‘dragon teeth’ spikes across the road behind
him, designed to blow out the tires of any vehicle trying to cross over
them. This most certainly was not unimpeded forward progress. This was
a replay of the past, something the modalities were supposed to prevent.
Despite my repeated protests, the Iraqis held us in place for forty-five
minutes. Then, suddenly, we were allowed to move ahead, towards Site
1a, where we planned on making contact with the rest of our team. We
snaked our way down the western side of Saddam International Airport,
passing numerous anti-aircra� artillery and missile ba�eries, before
coming to a second checkpoint. Like the first, this was manned by members
of the Special Republican Guard. Expecting to be waved right through, I
was stunned when the soldiers leveled their weapons at our convoy and
pulled the gates shut.
Careful not to alarm the soldiers, I slowly exited from my vehicle, and
approached the gate, all smiles. The senior Iraqi minder was there already,
speaking to a plain-clothed security official from the Special Security
Organization. He turned to me. ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Sco�. This is a new Special
Republican Guard unit. We had permission only from the other unit. We
need new permission to move forward.’
The intense heat combined with the humidity of the streams and ponds
that permeated the presidential areas surrounding Saddam International
Airport created an oven-like effect, driving everyone into whatever source
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of shade they could manage. A�er thirty minutes, the Iraqis came back
with their answer: ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Sco�,’ they said. ‘You cannot continue
down this path. It is strictly forbidden.’
‘Strictly forbidden.’ These were words we had heard many times
before, during UNSCOM 143 and 150. According to the new modalities,
these words were supposed to be a thing of the past. But the reality was
that, when it came to the security of Saddam Hussein, the only rules that
counted were those binding to the twenty-year-old Special Republican
Guard soldier aiming his rifle at us.
It didn’t ma�er which direction we tried to approach the inspection site
from, the results were the same. Stymied at our current location, we circled
south, past massive air defense facilities and the 2nd Mechanized Ba�alion
barracks facility of the Special Republican Guard that had been the scene
of the previous month’s standoff. We drove down a small, winding road,
through a patchwork quilt of irrigation ditches and farmers’ fields. Ahead
of us, perched on top of a large man-made hill, sat a gleaming structure
topped with bright red tiles, one of the many massive villas that do�ed
the Radwaniyah presidential palace complex. This one was rumored to
belong to Uday, Saddam’s eldest son.
As we drove through the bucolic countryside, along small dirt paths
bordered by fruit orchards and gardens of vegetables and flowers, I noticed
that there were many men in the common dress of Arab peasants, but who
looked very fit, wore military-style haircuts and carried AK-47 automatic
rifles. These fields were cared for by members of the Special Republican
Guard, who lived in the surrounding villages with their families when not
protecting the presidential palaces. Their hostile stares clearly told us we
were not welcome here. Earlier in the day, an UNSCOM vehicle had been
ambushed by a pair of the off-duty Special Republican Guard ‘farmers’ as
they crossed one of the li�le bridges spanning an irrigation ditch. The men
had been hidden in the brush alongside the road, and had sprung out at
the vehicle, weapons loaded and aimed squarely at the inspectors inside.
It took the intervention of the Iraqi minders to calm the situation down,
and then only with the arrival of a carload of Special Republican Guard
officers, who instructed the ‘farmers’ to stand down. It appeared that
these off-duty soldiers were never, in fact, off duty. Even when working
the fields, they served as a barrier between the presidential palaces and
any intruders.
The Iraqis had agreed to let UNSCOM inspect a barracks facility adjacent
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to Site 1a, home to the 2nd Armour Ba�alion of the Special Republican
Guard. However, the situation changed as we tried to move towards our
final destination. There was a gate on the southern tip of the 2nd Armour
Ba�alion’s perimeter that we needed to pass through to get to Site 1a. If we
could get through this gate, then we had a straight shot of about 300 yards
to the target. But the gate was locked, and the guards told the minders
that under no circumstance was anyone to pass. We returned empty
handed to our offices in the Baghdad Monitoring and Verification Center,
the UNSCOM wing of the larger UN Headquarters. Behind the scenes,
there was a frantic exchange of telephone calls between Rolf Ekéus, Tariq
Aziz and Amer Rashid. It appeared that Ekéus was desperately trying
to preserve the modalities agreement, even if it meant tolerating what
amounted to a flagrant violation on the part of the Iraqis.
Two days later, on 18 July, under instruction from Rolf Ekéus to try and
resolve the issue of access, we again tried to inspect Site 1a. Ekéus had been
assured by the Iraqis that the events of 16 July were an anomaly, and that
this time the inspection would go smoothly. By mid-a�ernoon, however,
the team had advanced its position by only a few yards, still held back
at gunpoint by Special Republican Guard guards manning a checkpoint
leading towards Site 1a. Within minutes of our being stopped, Nikita
Smidovich and I were joined by Amer Rashid, who politely inquired as
to where we were trying to inspect. ‘You are in a very sensitive area,’ he
told Smidovich, looking down the road. We were surrounded by AK-47-
toting Special Republican Guard soldiers. They eyed us warily, but the
presence of a high-ranking minister seemed to calm them. Down the road,
near the crossroads, another cluster of soldiers manned a machine-gun
nest, the barrel of the weapon aimed directly at all of us, inspector and
minister alike. These soldiers worked for the president, something Amer
Rashid was trying to point out. ‘My dear, you cannot go any further than
this. Beyond here it is simply too sensitive. It is presidential, and therefore
forbidden.’ Smidovich pointed to the gate. ‘Can we not just go forward to
the crossroads? At that point, our destination will be very clear. I promise
you we have no intention of inspecting a presidential palace.’ Amer Rashid
shook his head. ‘The crossroads are a presidential palace,’ he said. ‘This is
impossible.’2 The team again withdrew to the communications center.
The UNSCOM team cooled its heels for three days before finding out
what its next step would be. Rolf Ekéus, confronted with the reality that
his ‘extraordinary diplomatic achievement’ was rapidly collapsing, had
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struck a deal with Tariq Aziz and Amer Rashid, who ‘guaranteed’ the safe
and immediate passage of the UNSCOM team to the site we wanted to
inspect. Rolf had agreed to give the effort one more try, only this time, to
ensure success, he agreed that the team would be led to the inspection site
by Amer Rashid.
And so, on the morning of 21 July, we formed up outside the Baghdad
Monitoring and Verification Center. At the initial Special Republican
Guard checkpoint just on the edge of Saddam International Airport, the
two convoys – Iraqi and UNSCOM, joined together and proceeded down
the road, with Amer Rashid in the lead. We passed through the next
two Special Republican Guard checkpoints without problems. But then,
as we closed in on Site 1a, we came to a new Special Republican Guard
checkpoint, and these soldiers weren’t playing around. They had taken up
positions in a horseshoe pa�ern, and were aiming loaded rifles, machine
guns and grenade launchers at all vehicles, including Amer Rashid’s.
Amer Rashid spoke to a Special Republican Guard colonel accompanying
our convoy, who approached the soldiers. There was no budging; these
soldiers didn’t take their orders from this particular colonel. Suddenly a
vehicle arrived in front of us, on the other side of the checkpoint. Two
officers stepped out, took a quick look at the situation, and barked some
orders. They were obviously the proper chain of command, and the gate
was opened.
We moved on. To our le� was the southern edge of Saddam International
Airport, and to our right a fenced-in game park where several different
species of gazelle and antelope frolicked in a lush field – Saddam’s
personal stock for his culinary enjoyment. The road turned south, towards
the game park, and suddenly we were at the wall, our forward progress
blocked by a gate. To our right and le� were enclosed compounds. We had
finally reached Site 1a. The Iraqis had had days to sanitize the facility of
any incriminating evidence but, having tried so hard to get here, I decided
that the least we could do was to give it the ‘UNSCOM treatment’.
As soon as the inspection began, I understood why the Iraqis were so
nervous about our presence at this facility. The eastern compound was,
as we thought, affiliated with the Special Republican Guard. But it wasn’t
simply any Special Republican Guard unit – it was Saddam Hussein’s
personal bodyguard unit, the Radwaniyah Platoon, 2nd Company of the 1st
Ba�alion, Special Republican Guard. This unit was equipped with shiny
silver Mercedes Sedans, which were parked in a line under a covered lot.
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Two of the Sedans had tarpaulins pulled over them, which, when pulled
back, showed the effects of an earlier ambush. One had been riddled with
machine gun bullets, sha�ering the bullet-proof windows and penetrating
the armored doors of the Sedan. The occupants of the second Sedan had
gone through an even more terrifying experience. It had obviously been
struck by a rocket-propelled grenade.3
A drive around the facility showed that it was a standard military
barracks. A search of the files revealed nothing more than administrative
orders concerning training, personnel transfers and logistics. Two of these
orders caught my a�ention. One was a recent security memorandum from
the Special Republican Guard Command Headquarters, Office of Security,
which directed that all personnel assigned to the Special Republican
Guard, and their families, were prohibited from any and all contact with
non-Iraqi personnel, and that they should immediately report any such
contacts by their colleagues and/or family members to the appropriate
authorities. The second was an emergency administrative notice, declaring
that the 3rd Ba�alion (Special Forces), Special Republican Guard, was
‘liquidated’, and all of its members were placed on administrative leave
pending further notice. All units were ordered to review their personnel
files and report on any 3rd Ba�alion officers and soldiers who had been
assigned to their unit in the past year.
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach when I read about the fate of the
3 Ba�alion, remembering that this had been the unit singled out by Moe
rd
Dobbs and the CIA as being off limits for inspection during UNSCOM
150. ‘There’s nothing there,’ Dobbs had said. ‘We’ve checked it out.’ I now
realized what this meant – stay away, those are our guys.
While I investigated the 2nd Company compound, other inspectors were
inspecting a guesthouse and kitchen adjacent to the compound, where
they were surprised to find an important ‘guest’ waiting for them – Tariq
Aziz, the deputy prime minister. Smoking his trademark Cohiba cigar,
Tariq Aziz was none too happy to see – and be seen by – the inspectors.
He told the inspectors that he was there ‘to help resolve any disputes’ that
might develop. His presence only reinforced my impression that the Iraqis
knew exactly where we were headed, and that nothing of a prohibited
nature would be found.4
My fellow inspectors, Nikita Smidovich included, felt let down by what
had transpired, viewing Ekéus’s caving in on the modalities as a decisive
blow against UNSCOM and the credibility of inspections. But I saw the
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situation differently. The Iraqis may have thought they had stymied
UNSCOM’s investigation of the concealment mechanism. But the reality
was that, armed with the information contained in the two documents I
had found, we were in a position to expand the investigation. I headed
back to New York as resolved as ever to get to the bo�om of things.
Transiting through London, I again took advantage of my lengthy
layover at Heathrow to pay a visit to my friends at the Defence Intelligence
Staff’s Rockingham cell. I was dressed very casually, wearing jeans and a
polo shirt, with the desert dust of Iraq still stuck in the crevices of my
hiking boots. My hair was long, and my face unshaven. I looked very
rough, but this was just a social visit, a chance to get a quick bite to eat
with friends. Or so I thought.
Sarah Parsons, the chief at Rockingham, was very pleased to see me,
and invited me up to her office while she placed a few phone calls. ‘You
don’t have any pressing engagements, do you?’ she asked as she replaced
the handset from her last call. ‘Just a flight to New York in a few hours,’
I responded. ‘Good. The director [of DIS] would like you to sit in on the
meeting he is about to have.’ I looked down at my jeans and boots. ‘But
I’m not dressed for such a meeting.’ She laughed as she got up. ‘Don’t be
ridiculous. The director doesn’t care how you look. He wants you to see
something we think is of importance.’
I was led upstairs to a suite of offices and shown to a receiving area,
with hardwood paneling, nice carpets and stuffed leather chairs. A pair
of British officers, in civilian clothes, greeted me. One was the personal
assistant to the DIS director and the other was a staff officer from the
Ministry of Defence. ‘Just back in from the wild, are we?’ the MOD official
said, smiling. I apologized for my appearance. ‘Always travel in comfort,
that’s my mo�o,’ he replied, jauntily.
The door to the director’s office opened, and the director himself
walked out, a tall man in his early fi�ies, with a broad smile and firm
handshake. He was accompanied by several other men, each holding a
variety of papers and folders. ‘There you are!’ he exclaimed, seeing me.
‘I’ve been reading all about your adventures. You must give us all the
gossip when we have more time.’ He gestured across the receiving area,
towards a conference room. ‘Please join us in there, will you. We have
something we want you to read and comment on.’
The aide passed around a series of folders, marked ‘Top Secret’, with a
codeword following. I passed the folder back. ‘Excuse me, gentlemen, but
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I think I need to point out that I am not affiliated with the US government
in any way, and I do not possess any form of security clearance. I shouldn’t
be reading what is in here.’ The officer from the Ministry of Defence looked
at me, a smile on his face. ‘Well, we all know a few people who aren’t to be
associated with their governments now and then, old chap. But let’s not
make too much of an issue of it, okay?’ I looked over at Sarah Parsons, who
was si�ing in on the meeting. ‘Sarah, you know I don’t have the clearances
to read this.’ She nodded towards the director, who was smiling. ‘You’re
an American, Sco�, and this is England. We’ll decide who gets to read our
stuff. So read on, and don’t worry.’
With that I opened the folder. Inside was a lengthy report, again
classified ‘Top Secret’, but this one contained several US codewords I
was very familiar with, signifying material of great sensitivity. I looked
at the subject line: ‘UN COMMUNICATIONS INTERCEPT OPERATION
UP AND RUNNING IN BAGHDAD’. I then glanced down at the list of
addressees. This document had been sent around the world, to every
embassy and military headquarters the USA maintained. I read the report
itself, which detailed the mission being carried out, who the personnel
involved were, by name, and what their nation of origin was. This was more
than just le�ing people know a SIGINT operation was underway. This was
blowing its cover to smithereens. There were even a few sentences about
me, noting that while I had helped establish the communications intercept
operation, I was not cleared for any of the intelligence being gathered.
I looked at the addressee list again. There were no British organizations
listed. I pointed this out to the director, who laughed. ‘We have our own
spies, you know. Let’s just say we got this from a very well-placed liaison.’
The Ministry of Defence official spoke up. ‘Not that it would take much
effort to get a copy of this report, since the Yanks seemed to have sent it
everywhere except Tariq Aziz’s own office.’
That was the crux of the issue. The British had viewed the Special
Collection Element deployment as a covert operation, and worked hard to
shield it from unauthorized disclosure. Very few people in London knew
about the SCE operation. And now the details of this operation, including
the real names of the personnel involved, had been broadcast, literally,
around the world. ‘This represents an unacceptable breach of protocol and
security,’ the director said. ‘We would like your opinion on this ma�er.’
I didn’t hesitate. ‘Clearly we have to take the best interests of the SCE
team itself, first and foremost. This report represents a compromise of
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But to UNSCOM, concealment was an all too real ma�er, one which we
took very seriously. From our perspective, the concealment investigation
had faltered because of the failure of the USA to provide serious
intelligence support. I wanted the blame for any failures associated with
the concealment investigation to be placed squarely on the shoulders of
the CIA. Charles Duelfer, as the senior US government representative
assigned to UNSCOM, was caught in the middle, relaying messages back
and forth and trying to repair injured egos all around. He was serving two
masters, and I felt almost sorry for him as he spent hours trying to put out
the political fires that raged in all directions.
I was able to escape the political turmoil raging in New York and
Washington for a li�le while, traveling to Israel as part of UNSCOM’s
continuing relationship with that country. I dropped off a new package of
tapes from Gary and the SCE for Dani and his team to exploit. But my main
purpose for being in Israel was to coordinate how to keep the counter-
concealment inspection effort moving forward despite the problems that
had emerged.
Moshe Ponkovsky and the Israeli photographic interpreters sat down
with me to go over the events leading up to the inspection of Site 1a,
why UNSCOM had decided to inspect it, and what we had found as a
result. Everyone agreed that there was every reason to believe that the
site had been involved in moving something in response to the UNSCOM
150 inspection. A big question that remained unresolved was about any
material that possibly was still being moved: was it going to another
hide site, or coming from a previously established hide site? The Israeli
photographic interpreter Mushiko and his analysts were confident that
the Israelis would be able to answer that question if UNSCOM could bring
to Israel the rolls of U-2 film related to the UNSCOM 150 inspection.
I returned to New York only to find UNSCOM still in turmoil. Charles
Duelfer called me up to his office, and informed me that I needed to go
down to Washington and help repair relations with the US intelligence
community. He warned me that many in the CIA felt that UNSCOM was
straying too far from the US government, and that certain relationships
– Israel first and foremost – were under particular scrutiny. I told him that
the only thing that would make the CIA happy was for UNSCOM to give
complete control of the inspection process to the USA. That wasn’t going
to happen. I reminded him just how valuable the intelligence cooperation
with Israel had been. ‘If we wrote down the contributions made by Israel
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to the work of UNSCOM, I could fill a book,’ I said. ‘I’d have trouble filling
a page with the CIA’s accomplishments.’ I decided that rather than defend
UNSCOM’s decision to engage with Israel, I would instead challenge the
US intelligence community to rise up to the task of providing effective and
responsive intelligence support.
On 5 August, Nikita Smidovich and I flew down to Washington, where
we met with representatives of the CIA, led by Burt, at the CIA safe house
in Northern Virginia, off Tyson’s Corner. The offices of ‘Overseas Ventures,
Inc.’ had not changed since the last time I had visited. We were buzzed in
by the same CIA security man, and sat in the same conference room, with
the same Sandinista posters decorating the walls. Coffee was served in the
same ‘Foreign Training Group’ mugs. The only thing that had changed
was the atmosphere. Whereas before, these meetings at least pretended to
be friendly, that day there was an air of open hostility.
I tried to warm things up by focusing on the positives. I told them about
the progress made under UNSCOM missions 143, 150 and 155, and said
that with significant help with our intelligence capabilities we could be
close to finally cracking the issue of Iraqi concealment.
Burt and his CIA colleagues remained cold. The UNSCOM proposal
was unrealistic. They could consider increasing imagery support, but
the idea of UNSCOM photo interpreters working side by side with their
CIA counterparts was out of the question. They might allow that kind of
arrangement in Israel, remarked one of Burt’s colleagues disparagingly,
but not in the USA. On the SCE material, Burt said it was out of his hands,
but the bo�om line was that UNSCOM would not get direct access to any
intelligence garnered from this source because of the sensitive nature of
the methods involved.
Smidovich and I got up to leave, not even bothering to shake hands. ‘You
need to understand something,’ I said to Burt before leaving. ‘UNSCOM
is responsible for disarming Iraq, not the USA. We will do it our way. If
you want to block us, go ahead. But understand that there are a number
of countries out there who want us to succeed, and who are working
very hard to help us do just that. We’re not going to just roll over and die
because the CIA doesn’t want to play ball.’ We le� the meeting further
divided than we were when it had started.
The situation continued to escalate. On 20 August, the deputy national
security advisor, Sandy Berger, convened a special meeting of the
Deputies Commi�ee, one of the highest-level policy-deliberation bodies
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The Con Game
August–December 1996
While events were unfolding on the political front with the US government,
I returned to Iraq. There, I conducted interviews with Iraqi personnel
involved in the security, safeguarding the movement of the documents
and material from Hussein Kamal’s chicken farm turned over to UNSCOM
in August 1995. While the Iraqis, led this time by Amer Rashid, were very
forthcoming with the provision of personnel requested for interview, and
in securing answers to all of our questions, there were many fundamental
problems in the story being presented by the Iraqis, first and foremost the
total denial of formal involvement by either the Special Republican Guard
or Special Security Organization in the concealment activity.
The interviews were conducted over the course of several days. By this
time, UNSCOM inspection teams had stopped staying at the Sheraton and
Palestine Meridian Hotels (their management said that having inspectors
there hurt their business), and had instead taken up residence at the Bourj
al-Hya�, a hotel first used by the German helicopter crews (who rented
an entire floor for their exclusive use), and then gradually by all visiting
inspection teams. We got a great rate, good service and guaranteed rooms
available at short notice. We also got the special a�ention of the Mukhabarat,
which had its agents placed throughout the hotel staff, and maintained a
special room behind the main office where their personnel monitored the
phone calls and conversations of inspectors, through the listening devices
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implanted throughout the hotel. We didn’t mind the listening devices, and
in fact welcomed them, as we knew our conversations were being listened
to and so we were very careful about what we said. We also had a bevy of
Mukhabarat agents who took no pains to hide who they were, si�ing about
on the ground floor and in the restaurant, simply watching everything we
inspectors did. Again, far from being intimidated, we became used to their
presence and, in a way, welcomed it, since they brought with them a sense
of security.
But, because of this Mukhabarat presence, I was somewhat surprised
when, at the end of a long day of interviews I was approached by ‘the
Serb’. He asked me if I could spare a few minutes a�er dinner, so we could
discuss something. I was taken aback. ‘You want me to come back to the
National Monitoring Directorate?’ I asked. No, he said, he would come to
the hotel. He asked if I could meet him in the lobby around 7 p.m.
Alarm bells were going off in my head, telling me to be careful. True,
this was not the kind of discreet approach one would expect if one was
being recruited by an intelligence service. Nevertheless, I had my guard
up when I came down to the lobby. The Serb was already there, si�ing in a
chair, reading a newspaper. He stood as I approached. ‘Why don’t we get
a bit of fresh air,’ he said, and we exited the hotel. We walked around the
block where the hotel stood, something that took about fi�een minutes to
do at a leisurely pace. At first we simply rehashed old inspections, trading
war stories and personal observations about people, Iraqi and inspector
alike. The Serb was a bright, articulate man who had a good sense of
humor.
We finished one lap around the hotel, and he indicated he was ready for
at least one more. ‘You have got all of Iraq watching what you are doing,’
he told me. ‘When I say this, I mean all of Iraq’s leadership, including the
Big Man himself.’ I said I was pleased the work of my team was being
paid a�ention to. ‘Why do you want to know about the Special Security
Organization?’ the Serb asked. I pointed out that my position on this ma�er
was quite clear: I believed that the Special Security Organization had been
involved in the concealment of weapons of mass destruction in the past,
and was concerned that they were involved in similar activities today.
‘Your analysis has always been proven right,’ he told me, ‘and many in
Iraq respect you for this. They know you believe in what you are doing.
I cannot disagree with your analysis of the past, although you won’t find
anyone who will say this officially. What I can say is that there are no
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longer any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. We think you know this,
too. We know we have made mistakes on how we have told this story
to you, and between you and me, we continue to make mistakes. Many
things you heard today were mistakes, and I know you will soon figure
them out. There is a political aspect to what is happening here, and we
have to let this happen naturally.’ He stopped walking. We were in front of
the al-Hya� hotel. ‘Thank you for your time,’ he said. ‘I hope we can have
another walk soon. I’ve enjoyed your company.’
I didn’t know what to make of the Serb’s discussion, or his decision to
approach me. Clearly, he had had official permission to meet with me,
because we had been observed by at least a dozen Mukhabarat personnel
as we walked and talked. I found nothing threatening in what he’d had to
say, however, and so decided not to make anything more of it.
On the last day of interviews, during a break, I was asked by General
Amer Rashid to stay and talk. Amer Rashid pressed me hard for an
explanation of why I pursued the issue of concealment so strongly, when
all available facts pointed to Iraq no longer having any WMD. I drew a
diagram on a piece of paper, showing a box with a series of lines coming
in at one end, and a single line coming out of the other.
‘The Iraqis admit that there was concealment,’ I said, pointing to the
numerous lines entering the box. ‘Documents, some material, even
programs. And yet,’ I noted, pointing to the single line on the other end,
‘you want us to accept at face value your contention that nothing remains.
‘I am not contesting your statements that nothing remains. And you do
not contest my statements that there was concealment. All I want to know
is what happened inside the box,’ I said, tapping the diagram with my
finger. ‘Once I know that, your statements that no WMD remain in Iraq
will be more easily accepted.’
General Amer picked up the paper, stared at it, and then slid it to me.
‘I’m afraid your box is in reality a Pandora’s Box, and once opened will
unleash events we cannot control.’
I wondered about General Amer’s words, their meaning, and any relation
between his conversation and my walk with the Serb. I felt I was being
sent mixed messages from the Iraqis. They wanted me to embrace their
contention that there were no WMD le� in Iraq. But they also recognized
that I had a valid point when it came to the issue of concealment, and
seemed ready to help me prove my thesis without telling me what I needed
to know. In the end, I decided all I could do was keep pressing forward.
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that there was nothing going on with Israel that the CIA wasn’t already
fully aware of.
In late November, I flew to Iraq as the chief inspector of UNSCOM
158. Our mission this time was to continue to pursue the concealment
mechanism, and we conducted a series of interviews with senior Iraqis
about this subject. We did several site inspections, including one of a
building off the Airport Road that the Israelis had identified as possibly
being related to the suspicious vehicle movement we had detected around
Saddam International Airport in June 1996. The building turned out to
belong to the Special Security Organization, and was indeed a document
storage site. A senior officer denied that any sensitive documents had been
stored there, just administrative files, and claimed that no documents had
been removed. Under further questioning he admi�ed that there may
have been an ‘inventory’ of documents on 11 June 1996, and that several
Sedans may well have been parked outside the facility, but he denied
that any of the documents were placed in the Sedans. The empty rooms,
clean floors and cleared shelf space surrounding him seemed to contradict
his assertions.3 It was hard to escape the impression that we were being
deliberately misled. There was nothing we could do immediately, however,
and we wrapped up the inspection without further incident.
The end of an inspection was always a time of great relief. The C-
130 which would fly us home always radioed in when it had departed
Bahrain. That was our signal to load up the UNSCOM bus with our gear,
and depart the Canal Hotel for the two-hour drive to Habbaniyah airfield.
If everything went smoothly, we would expect to see the C-130 land just
about the time we pulled up to the Iraqi ‘terminal’.
We arrived at Habbaniyah airfield without incident, and went through
the normal drill of turning in our blue UN certificates for the Iraqis
to stamp with an exit visa. A cheery UN staffer from New Zealand,
nicknamed ‘Shorty’, responsible for ge�ing inspectors in and out of Iraq,
was in charge. Although I was the chief inspector, my mission was over
now, and I, like the rest of the team, was looking forward to ge�ing back
to Bahrain to unwind.
Shorty soon came back with our certificates, and as he did we could
see the lumbering shape of the C-130 ‘Freedom Bird’ as it descended for
landing. There were a large number of UNSCOM personnel departing
Baghdad that day, not only members of my team, but also a ballistic missile
team and several resident monitoring staff who were going to Bahrain
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for rest and relaxation. Because of this, we made use of an Iraqi bus to
transport us to the parking apron where the C-130 was waiting.
As soon as we pulled up to the C-130, I knew something was amiss.
Surrounding the aircra� was a contingent of a dozen or so Iraqi Special
Forces soldiers, AK-47 assault rifles at the ready. They had formed a
loose perimeter, and were facing inwards, toward the airplane. Clustered
near the ramp of the C-130 were half a dozen Iraqi plain-clothed
security officers, automatic pistols tucked into their waists. Since we had
administratively placed ourselves under the care of Shorty, I decided to
stay in the background while he sorted out what was going on.
Shorty had a chat with the senior Iraqi security officer, who pointed at
the flatbed truck carrying my inspection team’s equipment. Shorty came
over to where I sat. ‘They say the plane can’t leave until they inspect the
baggage to make sure that no one has tried to smuggle out pieces of Iraqi
missiles,’ he informed me. I was incensed. That was my team’s equipment,
and I was chief inspector. I was no longer a passive observer.
I went to Shorty’s Nissan Patrol, and made a radio call back to the UN
Headquarters in Baghdad, passing on a situation report. I asked that this
message be passed on to the director of the Baghdad Monitoring and
Verification Center immediately and that, unless otherwise instructed, I
would not permit the Iraqis to inspect the baggage.
I walked over to the Iraqis. ‘Who is in charge here?’ I asked. They all
looked at me and remained silent. ‘Who is in charge?’ I repeated. There was
no reaction. I went to one of the older men. ‘Are you the boss?’ I asked.
He smiled. ‘No.’
‘Who is your boss?’ I fired back.
He continued to smile. ‘He is not here.’
I looked at the assembled group of Iraqi security men. ‘Look, whoever is
senior among you, I want these soldiers removed immediately.’ I pointed
in the direction of the special forces troops surrounding the aircra�. ‘There
is no need for these weapons to be here, and I view it as a threat to the
security of my inspectors.’
The Iraqi who had spoken to me finally said: ‘They are here for your
security.’
I looked at the soldiers. They were facing the aircra�. ‘Well,’ I responded,
‘if they are securing me, why aren’t they looking the other way. I know of
no threat to the security of my inspectors that is in the vicinity of this
area. Unless,’ I continued, looking at the Iraqi security officer, ‘they are
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of behavior. I had been playing the cat and mouse game now for over five
years now, and was, frankly, fed up.
I stood vigil at the base of the C-130, interposing myself between the
Iraqis and our aircra�. The morning dragged on, with discussions taking
place between the executive chairman and Tariq Aziz. Finally, the Iraqi
authorities acknowledged that there had been a mistake, and the soldiers
and security officers were withdrawn. The inspectors, and their baggage
and equipment, were loaded onto the aircra� without further incident,
and we finally departed for Bahrain. The other inspectors gave me a wide
berth on the plane a�er my outburst, and I sat alone, glaring out of the
window at the retreating landscape.
By mid-December the CIA had yet to respond to any of the requests
for support submi�ed by UNSCOM. I needed a breakthrough to stop
UNSCOM stalling. I tried my best to get Burt to lean on the CIA to come
through with intelligence, and wrote a paper detailing yet again our
intelligence needs.4
Within a week, I received a response. The CIA said that the issue of
intelligence support was a non-starter without a solid inspection concept
of operations in place that detailed the support required. I went to Charles
Duelfer, and vented. ‘What the hell are they talking about?’ I demanded.
‘UNSCOM has been on record for the last year and a half with a solid
concept of operations.’ Duelfer was sympathetic, but passed on that the
CIA felt my concealment mechanism concept was ‘too nebulous’, lacking
in substance.
I explained that we needed more intelligence of a specific nature
before we could solidify specific plans, and that is why we had the
Special Collection Element team in place – to pick up the Iraqi reaction to
UNSCOM’s actions. The USA had killed the SCE, so now we had nothing
specific to go on. We needed specific intelligence, without which weapons
inspections were going nowhere. I had tried my best to develop sources
of information, but had been stymied by the CIA. ‘So either the CIA helps
us collect the information we need, or they provide it to us themselves,
or we fold up our tents and go home.’ Duelfer spoke to Burt, who soon
called him back. ‘We have hard intelligence, solid stuff, about an Iraqi
operational ballistic missile force,’ Burt said. ‘We need to get this stuff
cleared for release to you, but in the meantime why don’t you plan an
inspection that focuses on finding a ballistic missile force.’
Duelfer called me up to his office on the thirty-first floor of the UN
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Secretariat to explain what was going on. I nearly exploded when I heard
this. ‘A what?’ I asked him, incredulous. ‘A ballistic missile force. The CIA
wants to go on a SCUD hunt,’ he said. ‘We’ve been through this before,
Charles,’ I replied. ‘There are no missiles in Iraq.’ Duelfer shook his head.
‘Look, Sco�, first you say the CIA isn’t giving you information, and now
when they say they have information, you say you don’t want it. Make
up your mind.’ I knew the CIA was taking advantage of this situation to
try and revive the myth of an operational SCUD force, and do it in a way
that made UNSCOM look as if we believed it. Duelfer, strangely enough,
didn’t disagree with me. ‘Write a plan, Sco�, and let’s call their bluff. If
they have anything good, we’ll soon find out. And if it’s garbage, then we
don’t have to do an inspection, do we?’
I did as I was ordered, developing a detailed inspection plan, designed
to ‘detect and/or compel Iraq to reveal to the Commission a suspected
force of retained ballistic missiles’.5 I was hoping this might help us with
the concealment efforts, on the basis that the Special Security Organization
probably used the same methods to protect WMD-related material as they
did to protect the president.
The CIA promised me that they would deliver inspection sites related to
the covert Iraqi missile force. I assumed that the Iraqi Mukhabarat would
be good enough to predict the objectives of any UNSCOM inspection sent
out against these sites soon a�er our team arrived in Bahrain for training;
what I was hoping for was not to catch the missiles at the sites we expected
to receive from the CIA, but rather to flush out the covert missile force
from these sites, and detect them while they moved, first to the Special
Security Organization ‘sanctuary’ of the Radwaniyah presidential area,
and then, under more UNSCOM pressure, to the area around Tikrit,
Saddam’s hometown. Although I doubted the existence of any such covert
missile force, any insights into how Iraqi concealment worked would be
very useful.
Charles Duelfer delivered the concept to the CIA on Christmas Eve. I
was told not to expect a response until a�er the new year.
My proposal caught the a�ention of a Clinton administration desperate
for progress regarding Iraq. Ever since the August 1996 ‘Deputies Meeting’
held in the White House Situation Room, the Clinton national security
team had been fearful that UNSCOM was somehow ‘slipping away’ from
a path of accommodation. Like President George H. W. Bush before him,
Bill Clinton and his political handlers were sensitive to public perception,
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January–March 1997
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No one was waiting for us, so Duelfer led the way, having been to the
White House several times in the past. We walked up to the side entrance,
and went through the door. No one stopped us, or questioned our right to
be there. Having entered the West Wing, we headed down a hallway and
turned right, walking down a staircase that took us to the White House
Communications Center. Here, a military staff member in civilian clothes
took our names, checked our badges, and then ushered us through a
doorway, and into the White House Situation Room.
My first impression was that the room was much smaller than I had
expected for the nerve center of the world’s only superpower. A large
conference table dominated the room, with chairs situated all around.
Television screens were mounted on the wall, serving the video confer-
encing capability of the Situation Room, allowing officials outside the room
to see and hear the briefing being given. I was told that the US Mission in
New York would be a�ending today’s meeting via this link. My briefing
was simple, a handout of eighteen pages, and a series of overhead slides.
A�er about fi�een minutes, people began showing up – representatives
from the State Department, Defense Intelligence Agency, CIA, Joint Chiefs
of Staff, experts from the National Security Council, and the acting deputy
national security advisor, Jim Steinberg, who was filling in for Sandy
Berger. They took their seats around the table, and soon all eyes were on
me. I launched straight in to presenting the inspection concept.
I laid out my plan in detail, and reminded the audience that the entire
inspection hinged on the CIA’s yet-to-be provided ‘hard’ intelligence on
a covert missile force. If the missiles didn’t exist, the plan was irrelevant.
However, if these missiles existed, then UNSCOM would find them, I
believed, as long as the plan was followed exactly as set out.1
When I finished, Jim Steinberg turned to the personnel in a�endance
for comments. The Joint Chiefs of Staff representative said that they would
support the plan with additional U-2 resources. The State Department was
concerned about defending this inspection at the Security Council. ‘It will
be a confrontational inspection,’ they said.
‘It won’t ma�er, if we find the missiles,’ I responded. Everyone was
happy with that answer, until I continued: ‘Of course, to do that we need
the intelligence information, which we are still lacking.’ The Counselor and
Burt were in the room, as was General John Gordon, the deputy director of
the CIA. They assured everybody that the intelligence on the hidden Iraqi
missiles would be forthcoming, and that the plan I had just presented was
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that in many ways it mirrored what one would find in similar American
institutions – with the exception of the booby-trapped toys. The director
smiled unapologetically. ‘Maybe when sanctions are li�ed, you can come
back as a guest lecturer and talk to us about how you think we should do
our business.’
The list of sites rolled on – Mukhabarat vehicle garages, Special
Republican Guard barracks, and more – and at each location the result
was the same – nothing. If one plo�ed out the locations we had inspected
on a map, it would show an increasing level of pressure being exerted on
units and organizations believed to be involved with concealment. This
pressure was designed to push the concealment teams, and any material
they were protecting, in the direction of Saddam International Airport.
With our inspections coming up empty, and the Iraqis displaying no
emotion about what we were doing, I was becoming more and more
convinced that the inspection was a giant failure.
During this entire time, Gary and the SCE had detected nothing out
of the ordinary in the way of Iraqi communications. There were only the
routine communications associated with the minders accompanying the
inspection teams. Gary had detected a surge in communications affiliated
with presidential security that could have been linked to the inspections of
some of the Special Security Organization and Special Republican Guard
sites, but overall the Iraqis were staying off the air.
Likewise, we were ge�ing no reports from the imagery analysts in
Bahrain. Gerard Martell, assigned to work with the CIA imagery analysts,
had been moved from Israel to Bahrain, and was supposed to be assisting
the CIA in going over the photographs taken by the U-2 in support of the
inspection. However, when I talked to Martell via secure phone, he told
me he had been sequestered by Burt and the CIA, and was not allowed to
play a major role.
I became very concerned when Martell told me that the Americans
were changing the U-2 flight schedules without coordinating with him.
This was very disturbing, as I had designed an intelligence collection plan
that had the U-2 overflights timed to coincide with inspection activity on
the ground. The inspectors were assiduous about being on time, playing
their part in what was supposed to be a carefully orchestrated movement.
If the U-2 was missing its overflight schedules, then there could be no
correlation between what it was taking pictures of and what the inspectors
were doing on the ground. In short, the entire U-2 imagery support
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plan, so carefully interwoven into the fabric of the inspection, had been
destroyed by American manipulation. The only way UNSCOM was going
to find any WMD material in Tikrit was to stumble upon it. And while
the UNSCOM 182 inspection spent two days scouring the area in and
around Tikrit, not only did we not stumble upon anything proscribed, but
it became painfully obvious to all that there simply wasn’t anything there
to begin with.
The Serb had been following the events in Tikrit with great interest.
Back in Baghdad, a�er a wrap-up meeting with our Iraqi minders, he took
me for a ‘long block’ walk. ‘Someday you will have to explain to me what
that was all about,’ he said, referring to the inspection mission we had
just completed. ‘This mission was so unlike you. It lacked focus. And it
has caused some in our leadership to wonder who is calling the shots in
UNSCOM.’
I had to laugh at that. ‘You give me far too much credit. Trust me, the
person calling the shots is most definitely not me.’
The Serb didn’t like that answer. ‘Don’t beli�le yourself, or what you are
doing,’ he said, as we brought our walk to an end. ‘You have had a huge
impact here in Iraq. You’ve started something that many believe must be
finished. But if people start to believe that you cannot finish the task, or are
unwilling to finish the task, then the support you enjoy now will vanish.’
The UNSCOM 182 inspection was over. By any measure, it had
proven to be a dismal failure. It was a high-profile, very confrontational
inspection that simply fizzled – exactly the kind of scenario the USA had
said it wanted to avoid because it gave the Iraqis and their allies in the
Security Council political ammunition to use against America’s policy of
sanctions-based containment. What the USA wanted was for UNSCOM
to continue with a quiet inspection regime, out of sight of the Security
Council, and to continue issuing inconclusive biannual reports, making
Security Council movement on sanctions unlikely. What they didn’t want
was high-profile inspections (except when it suited their purpose, as in
the 1996 coup a�empt), which produced nothing and would prompt the
Security Council to question the purpose of UNSCOM. UNSCOM 182
had been a controversial break from the low-profile approach, one that
promised everything, but delivered nothing. Faced with a disaster of this
magnitude, clearly heads were going to roll.
As the main supporter of the UNSCOM 182 inspection, Charles
Duelfer was concerned that the head that was going to roll was his. While
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UNSCOM 182 was se�ling in Bahrain for the team debrief and initial
report writing, Duelfer was back in New York, assembling a ‘lessons
learned’ brief without the benefit of actually knowing what had happened.
He had scheduled meetings at the White House Situation Room (for the
National Security Council Deputies Group), and the State Department (for
the various lower-level inter-agency working groups and support cells),
where the UNSCOM 182 inspection leadership, myself included, would
explain what had happened, and why . The briefings were scheduled for
26 March – li�le more than twenty-four hours a�er the team was due back
in New York.
On 26 March, Charles, Roger Hill and I went to the White House, where
once again we met in the White House Situation Room with the Deputies
Commi�ee of the National Security Council. The room was packed, a new
addition being Steve Richter, his deputy, Robert McCall, and a third CIA
operative – Tony Bracco (pseudonym), whom I had last seen in Baghdad
in March 1996. At that time, Bracco had been responsible for operating the
complex camera monitoring system that the US Air Force officer known
as the Engineer had installed throughout Iraq. When I had seen him in
Baghdad, Bracco had had long hair, was unshaved, and behaved like a
California beach bum. Here, in the White House, his hair was closely
cropped, his face clean-shaven, and he wore a crisp suit with a conservative
tie. He was clearly something more important than the low-level technical
engineer he had claimed to be in Baghdad.
As we entered the Situation Room, an aide was busy removing
nameplates from around the table which read ‘President’, Vice President’,
and other titles I couldn’t discern. Senior officials from the various US
government bureaucracies began to arrive, and took their places around
the table. Peter Tarnoff, the Under Secretary of State for Political Affairs,
represented the State Department. The CIA was represented by General
John Gordon, the deputy director. A Navy Admiral sat in for the Joint
Chiefs of Staff, and a brace of Army Generals represented the Department
of Defense. Jim Steinberg, the deputy National Security Advisor, chaired
the meeting. There was an undercurrent of energy, and soon the room
was filled with the buzz of half-whispered conversation, as everyone
speculated about what was about to occur.
I was asked to give a presentation on the actual conduct of the
inspection, which I did, outlining our course of action and the sites
inspected. A�erwards, I was asked by General John Gordon, the CIA’s
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BETRAYAL
Chapter 17
The Truth Emerges
March–May 1997
UNSCOM 182 had le� a bad impression with many, including Rolf Ekéus.
We had aimed high, and delivered nothing. My own role in this debacle
was being widely discussed in Washington. I did not hold myself above
fair criticism, but I felt what was going on represented more of a witch
hunt than fact finding. I was summoned to the thirty-first floor of the UN
building in New York and asked to give the executive chairman a briefing
on the status of the concealment mechanism investigations.
‘Good a�ernoon, Sco�,’ Ekéus opened up the conversation affably. ‘I
hope you are rested a�er your adventures in Iraq.’
I gave the chairman a rundown on my take on what had transpired at
the White House, with a special emphasis on Peter Tarnoff’s question and
my response. ‘The bo�om line,’ I concluded, ‘is that for a combination
of reasons – US incompetence, bad luck and an effective concealment
strategy on the part of Iraq – the inspection failed. I think UNSCOM has
gone as far as it can on the direct approach to finding any remaining
weapons that might still be in Iraq. The Iraqis seem to have hunkered
down inside sensitive areas, making a true no-notice inspection highly
unlikely. I recommend that we take a new approach, one that seeks to
find evidence of concealment as opposed to the weapons themselves.’ This
wasn’t really a new approach, as it had been my tactic from the very start,
before the CIA intervened with the false missile information. But I sensed
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that concealment was the issue in Iraq and that we had to use intercepts
rather than search and destroy inspections in order to uncover it. I pressed
again for the redeployment of the Special Collection Element (SCE).
A representative from GCHQ, the British code-breaking agency, spoke
up. ‘There is more to it than that, I’m afraid. Even if we could handle the
material, the special relationship between the UK and the Americans
prevents us from sharing the take with an outside agency, such as
UNSCOM, without the express permission of the Americans. So far, I’m
afraid that this permission just isn’t being given.’
I was shocked. I had come over to Britain to try and escape from under
the shadow of American influence over UNSCOM, only to be confronted
with it yet again, this time disguised as the ‘special relationship’ between
the US and UK.
The meeting with the British went on for several hours, and in the end it
was decided that UNSCOM would try to arrange a seminar, sometime in
May, at which point the UNSCOM position concerning Iraqi concealment
would be briefed by UNSCOM to a joint US/UK audience, and operational
concepts discussed among the three parties in more detail. I was pleased
to have some prospect in sight of reactivating the SCE. However, I didn’t
want to delay following up on UNSCOM 182. Assuming the concept was
authorized at the seminar, I wanted to have a plan in place so we could
begin inspecting immediately. To make a plan, I needed more intelligence
leads, which meant going to Israel.
I met up with Gerard Martell in Tel Aviv. This was to be his last trip to
Israel as an UNSCOM photographic interpreter, as his tour was up and
his parent unit wanted him back in France. In Israel, Martell had played
a major role in shaping the U-2 cooperation, and whatever successes we
enjoyed were directly a�ributed to his hard work and professionalism.
The Israelis and I would miss him very much.
I put Martell and the Israeli photographic interpreter Mushiko straight
to work trying to nail down concealment targets in and around Tikrit.
I desperately wanted to find the Tikrit equivalent of the Radwaniyah
Presidential Security Unit, and it was up to the photographic interpreters
to find them. In the meantime, I split my time between meetings with
Israeli intelligence officers and writing my concealment mechanism
presentation. With the Israelis, I was able to bounce off my theories and
opinion, and seek new information to fill in whatever gaps I had. I met
with political intelligence officers, including one whose task was to ‘get
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intercept mission, was proceeding too fast for the CIA’s own plans for
a communications intercept operation in Iraq, and had to be slowed
down. That is why the CIA deliberately downgraded the promised level
of support at the last minute, offering us u�erly substandard recording
devices to take into the field in November 1995.
Steve Richter, we now knew, had been planning a coup against Saddam
Hussein. The CIA needed the best possible intelligence about the security
of Saddam Hussein, so that the coup plo�ers would be able to know exactly
where to strike and when. The CIA also needed to keep track of the Iraqi
military order of ba�le; that is, where specific military units were, what
kind of units they were, what kind of equipment they had, how many
men they had, what kind of training they had had, and whether they’d be
likely to defect.
Gradually, as my investigation progressed, through a number of different
sources, a picture emerged. The information that the CIA needed, and
more, could be accessed through an effective communications intercept
program. The CIA, and their colleagues at the National Security Agency,
had done this sort of work before, usually using US embassy buildings
as a base from which to carry out their information collection. But there
was no US embassy in Iraq, no place for them to operate from. Moe Dobbs
and his CIA paramilitaries had actually carried out a test communications
intercept operation in September–October 1993, using the UNSCOM 63
inspection as the cover. The goal was to determine if a sufficient collection
operation could be carried out from the hotels where the inspectors stayed.
In the end this plan was scrapped as too risky.2
The CIA had long been involved in placing a remote camera surveillance
system in Iraq, using the Engineer. Back in early 1995, when the discussion
of mounting a coup against Saddam Hussein started gaining momentum,
someone at the CIA posed the question, ‘Why not convert the camera
monitoring system into a communications intercept system?’
Steve Richter liked the idea, but wanted to go one step further. Covert
operations need to have an aspect of deniability. If things go wrong, or
someone gets caught, a good covert operation builds into its plan a way
to shi� blame away from the true sponsor of the effort. If the CIA was
going to use the United Nations weapons inspection process to insert a
covert communications intercept operation into Iraq, there was already
an element of deniability: if the operation was compromised by the Iraqis,
the UN would get the blame. But any such effort, if compromised, would
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create a huge crisis for the USA with the United Nations, and particularly
inside the Security Council. The fallout from such a crisis could put at risk
a number of US policy objectives, namely maintaining economic sanctions
against Iraq. But if UNSCOM was asking the CIA for communications
intercept support, to help operate its own communications intercept
operation in Baghdad, then if the CIA’s effort was compromised, the CIA
could shi� responsibility to the United Nations, saying they were only
doing what the UN wanted them to do.
It became apparent to me that the CIA’s support of the SCE was never
intended to provide UNSCOM with intelligence; the CIA would be
ge�ing its own intelligence from the Engineer’s communications intercept
operation. The SCE effort was only supported insofar as it facilitated the
operational security of the CIA’s activities. In November 1995, the CIA
had trashed the SIGINT concept. Now, in early 1996, they were suddenly
all in favor of supporting the UNSCOM initiative. They just had to make
sure that the UNSCOM communications intercept program never really
worked. If UNSCOM gained access to the intelligence the CIA was
collecting, it could threaten any covert operations the CIA was planning
based on that intelligence. The SCE would be allowed to be deployed; it
just wasn’t going to be allowed to succeed.
The Engineer needed to get his operation in order first. Again, through
my contacts at OSIA, I found out that OSIA was managing a warehouse
on behalf of the Engineer and the CIA, used to store the equipment for
the remote camera monitoring system. OSIA had no records of what
was stored in the warehouse, and anyone who asked for an accounting
was rebuked on the grounds of national security. The equipment stored
in this warehouse poured into Iraq from September 1995 through June
1996. UNSCOM was never provided with a list of what the Engineer was
bringing in, but was rather presented with a fait accompli.
I thought back to the incident involving the installation of the covert
antenna for Gary’s SCE team back in February 1996. The Engineer had
been given that task by Burt without my knowledge or permission, for that
ma�er without the knowledge or permission of anyone at UNSCOM. And
he did this work using an antenna already in place inside Iraq. To me, this
meant the Engineer was already involved in a communications intercept
effort, and had his own cache of equipment already in place inside Iraq
before UNSCOM had formally approved the SCE intercept program.
I dug out the old personnel records of inspectors assigned to support
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mention it again.’
‘Charles, we work for UNSCOM,’ I replied. ‘If what I have wri�en here
is true, we have the potential for a compromise that not only could end
UNSCOM, but perhaps endanger the lives of some of our inspectors. We
have to inform the executive chairman of this, and at least launch some
sort of inquiry with the United States to find out if there is any validity to
this, and if there is, to stop it before it’s too late.’
Duelfer looked at me, frustrated. ‘Sco�, I can’t make it any clearer than
this. I cannot discuss this. This never happened. And if I were you, I’d
drop the ma�er right now. If you go forward, even to tell Ekéus, you will
be opening a huge bag of trouble for you. I would imagine you’d have the
FBI come down on you very, very hard, and you don’t want that. Take my
advice and back off.’
I sat there, le�ing Duelfer’s words sink in. Was he aware of the operation?
If so, he didn’t seem to have run it by Ekéus. I was in a quandary. I had,
since day one, operated under the code that I worked for UNSCOM, and
that I did nothing without Ekéus’s permission. Now I was si�ing on a keg
of dynamite that had the potential of blowing up, taking UNSCOM with
it. To do nothing was wrong. But to do anything meant bringing disaster
down on me and my family.
Finally, I looked up at Duelfer. ‘As an American, I won’t do anything that
would jeopardize the national security of my country. So I won’t take this
to Ekéus. But as an UNSCOM officer, I have a responsibility to report this
to my chain of command. So I’m reporting this to you, officially.’ I pointed
at the paper he still held in his hand. ‘What you have there is evidence of a
problem that could ruin UNSCOM. Regardless of what you say about not
being able to comment, I am going on the record as reporting this issue to
you as the deputy executive chairman of UNSCOM. What you do with it
is your business.’
Duelfer didn’t say a word, but rather folded up my paper, put it into
his coat, got up from the table, and returned to his office, never to mention
our conversation again.
I stayed at the table for a few moments a�er he had le�, frustrated
with my own indecisiveness. I was being lied to by the CIA, and the man
appointed as my supervisor was not backing me. Part of me wanted to get
up and walk away from this mess. The deceit of the CIA was a reality I had
to live with. But so was the UNSCOM disarmament mission in Iraq. If I
walked away from UNSCOM I would undermine its mission, and those in
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the CIA who had sought to undermine it would have prevailed. If I went
public with what I was alleging, the FBI would find a way to silence me.
The best way to get back at all those in Washington who were promoting
a policy that continued economic sanctions by refusing to permit Iraq to
be disarmed was to redouble my efforts to complete the disarmament
mission. By pushing Iraq to give up the final vestiges of its weapons of
mass destruction programs, or if in fact Iraq was telling the truth, and no
such weapons existed, by compelling Iraq to provide UNSCOM with all
of the data necessary for UNSCOM to verify the Iraqi claims and sustain a
finding of compliance before the Security Council, I would be forcing the
USA to admit publicly what everyone knew in private: that the USA had
no intention of abiding by the Security Council’s promise to li� sanctions
once Iraq had been disarmed.
I le� the table more determined than ever to get on with my job.
I also le� aware about the reality of the role being played by the CIA
and Charles Duelfer. I no longer harbored any illusions that they were my
friends and colleagues. As far as I was concerned, they were the enemy,
and I would have to find a way to neutralize them if I was going to have
any chance of success.
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Unraveling Concealment
June 1997
As demoralized as I was about the CIA’s covert SIGINT stab in the back, I
had to put that behind me and begin to focus on the way forward with the
concealment investigation. I dra�ed a paper for the chairman outlining
the results of the concealment seminar we had just finished at the State
Department, and a�ached to it a proposal to aggressively test the Iraqis in
June, prior to any new counter-concealment unit being formed. ‘UNSCOM
182 was in March,’ I said. ‘If we wait until August until we launch a new
inspection against the concealment mechanism, we will be at a strategic
and tactical disadvantage. The Iraqis will have adjusted their concealment
tactics, meaning we will need to start from scratch in order to figure out
how they are going about concealing their programs from the inspectors.
And their allies in the Council will have reason to a�ack any new aggressive
inspections, especially if we don’t find anything incriminating.’
Ekéus looked over my proposal. ‘This is risky,’ he said. ‘It is imperative
that any inspection you lead achieve a result that is explainable in the
Council. If you can’t do this, then it is be�er for us to wait until August
before trying.’ I knew in my heart that waiting until August would be
fatal to the investigation. UNSCOM 182 had knocked the wind out of us,
and if we didn’t regain our momentum soon, then the whole effort would
stall. I also felt that this time, le� to my own devices, I could get the goods
on the Iraqis, at least enough to convince the Security Council that our
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known as the Auja Presidential Security Unit. At first the Iraqis tried to
deny the unit’s existence, claiming they were a special purpose unit tasked
with resolving tribal disputes. But when I noticed that all documents
were missing, I called General Amer Rashid, who was the senior Iraqi
present, aside. ‘Look, either the commander of this unit provides some
documentation to back up who he says he is, or I am going to turn this
place upside down. I know this is a sensitive unit, and want to respect
that, but I need some honesty here.’ Rashid talked to the commander, who
in private confided that this was, indeed, the Auja detachment from the
1st Ba�alion. His job was presidential convoy security, a very sensitive
mission, which is why he lied.
I had just uncovered another important piece in my concealment puzzle.
The Iraqis had denied this unit existed. The 2nd Company belonged to the
Baghdad-based 1st Ba�alion. The 2nd Company maintained two facilities,
one in Radwaniyah, the other in Auja. We had already established that
the 2nd Company had been used to move documents within the Baghdad
area in June 1996. We now had this same 2nd Company shu�ling back and
forth between Baghdad and Tikrit. By discovering this Special Republican
Guard unit in Auja, and uncovering the connection with its twin Special
Republican Guard unit in Radwaniyah, I was one step closer to proving
that Iraq not only used the Special Republican Guard to shu�le prohibited
material between Baghdad and Tikrit back in 1991, but that they probably
maintained that capability today as part of an ongoing concealment
mechanism. I le� the facility, and returned to Baghdad with my team,
confident that we were that much closer to solving the concealment
puzzle.
That evening I got a visit from the Serb. The oil-for-food program was
starting to kick in, and Baghdad was a city coming back to life. New cars
filled the streets, and shops and restaurants were opening up across the
city. Our ‘long block’ walk took us past a few new restaurants and cafes,
and it was good to see Iraqi families out enjoying life for a change. ‘You
should be pleased with yourself,’ the Serb said. I told him I thought the
inspection was progressing well. ‘You have everyone’s a�ention now,’ the
Serb noted, ‘especially those surrounding the Big Man. Some are asking
what it is you really are looking for. Some close to the Big Man think you
are ge�ing too close to the Big Man himself.’
I kicked a rock down the road. ‘I have no interest whatsoever in the Big
Man,’ I said, ‘unless he is hiding weapons of mass destruction, and in that
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he had denied any connection with Tikrit when I last spoke to him, he
shrugged. ‘It is a new development since then.’ He was lying, and I knew
it. I turned to Hossam Amin when we had finished. ‘He is not telling
the truth, and it is lies like this that make us so suspicious in UNSCOM
regarding the issue of concealment.’ Hossam did not look very happy as
he drove away.
A�er following up other leads, I was still intent on pursuing the issue of
the 2nd Company of the 1st Ba�alion in Tikrit. The 1st Ba�alion commander
had just told me that the Auja deployment was a new development, and yet
when I inspected the Auja barracks, those troops had looked as if they had
been there for some time; their vehicles, parked in the garage, all carrying
Tikrit license plates. The 2nd Company, we now knew, maintained two
detachments – one in Radwaniyah, at what we called Site 1a, and one in
Auja, at the barracks we just inspected in Tikrit. UNSCOM had been able
to link the Radwaniyah detachment to suspected document evacuation
activity involving a Special Security Organization facility off Airport
Road. The Radwaniyah detachment was commanded by the 1st Ba�alion,
which we now knew commanded the Auja detachment as well. I had long
suspected that the Special Security Organization and Special Republican
Guard had transported WMD-related material back and forth between the
Baghdad area and Tikrit. Right now, the only Special Republican Guard
link we had between those two cities was the 2nd Company, 1st Ba�alion. I
wanted another look at Site 1a.
We le� our position on the Airport Road, reversed course through
Abu Ghraib, and drove down towards the northern entrance to Saddam
International Airport, where we were finally stopped by the Iraqis at the
Special Republican Guard checkpoint that had foiled our movements so
many times in the past. When I insisted on being allowed to proceed, the
Iraqis pulled the plug on cooperation altogether. The head minder came
up to me. ‘Tariq Aziz has ordered us to stop all cooperation with you,
since you are no longer were dealing with WMD, but rather a�acking
the security of the president of Iraq.’ I reported this to Rolf Ekéus, who
instructed me to terminate the inspection. Although it had not been our
objective, we had just triggered another confrontation with the Security
Council.
As I later found out, a�er he le� UNSCOM 194 at the 1st Ba�alion facility,
Hossam Amin had proceeded to the Republican Palace, where Tariq Aziz
was in consultations with Amer al-Sa’adi, Amer Rashid, a senior official
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from the Special Security Organization, and the chief of the Mukhabarat’s
counter-UNSCOM cell. The Iraqis had believed, following the UNSCOM
182 inspection, that the concealment investigation being conducted by
UNSCOM was containable. The inspectors had not dug too deep into
issues of presidential security, and Iraq’s allies on the Security Council,
in particular the French and Russians, had indicated that there would be
li�le tolerance for unnecessarily aggressive inspections by UNSCOM in
the future.
However, circumstances had changed. The Iraqis were now analyzing
the sites visited by the UNSCOM 194 team, the questions being asked,
and the answers being given. Amer Rashid had briefed Tariq Aziz on
the nature of the concealment investigation, as I had briefed him in the
Oil Ministry, and the Iraqis were starting to worry. The concern wasn’t
about UNSCOM finding weapons; there were no weapons to find. The
concern was about UNSCOM proving that the Iraqis had in fact had an
organized concealment mechanism in 1991 that was run by the Special
Security Organization. The exposure of the Auja Security Unit, and the
inconsistencies in the Iraqi cover story about the past role of the Special
Republican Guard and Special Security Organization were apparent to
all. They had reached an uncomfortable conclusion: UNSCOM 194 was
rapidly unraveling the web of deceit the Iraqis had built to shield the
past involvement of the Special Republican Guard and Special Security
Organization in concealing WMD.
‘Why not just tell the truth?’ the Mukhabarat officer asked. He had
been receiving reports back from the Serb about my a�itude towards
concealment, and believed that if the Iraqis told the truth, this issue could
be wrapped up quickly. But the Special Security Organization official said
that presidential security was off limits to UNSCOM inspections. He noted
that UNSCOM had already been used by the CIA to a�empt an a�ack
on the president, confirming in their minds the reality that UNSCOM
could not be trusted to handle any new revelation about the past role
of the Special Security Organization in concealment responsibly. Amer
Rashid noted that it was too late, in any case. If the Iraqis now admi�ed
the role of the Special Security Organization, it would simply open up
an entire new round of inspections that would only lengthen the time
until the li�ing of sanctions. Tariq Aziz told everyone that a new line of
thinking needed to be developed to deal with UNSCOM’s concealment
mechanism investigation, but for the moment the Iraqis had to conduct
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damage control, and this meant stopping the work of Sco� Ri�er and the
UNSCOM 194 inspection.3
The Iraqi response to UNSCOM 194 caused an uproar in the Security
Council. Without hesitation, the Council passed a new resolution, 1115,
condemning the Iraqi actions. But this one had a twist: the Council voted
to impose travel restrictions on Iraqis designated by UNSCOM as being
involved in WMD activity. These new travel sanctions were suspended,
but would automatically be imposed if UNSCOM reported any violation
or interference by the Iraqis. For the first time ever, the Council put the
power to punish Iraq directly in the hands of the inspectors.
It was an event of major significance, but one that Rolf Ekéus would not
be around to appreciate. A�er six years in office, the Swedish Ambassador
was stepping down, with effect from the middle of July 1997. Rolf Ekéus,
who had so ably served as UNSCOM’s chairman since 1991, was ready
to hand the inspection program to Richard Butler, confident that he was
leaving his successor a solid team that was clearly in position to accomplish
its mission. I wasn’t happy about the change in leadership at this critical
juncture, but I did have a good feeling that for the first time the pieces of
the concealment puzzle were starting to fall into place.
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New Directions
July–October 1997
In the final weeks of Rolf Ekéus’s term as executive chairman, the staff
of UNSCOM did li�le but prepare detailed briefings in anticipation of
the arrival of our new boss. Ekéus had wanted to personally introduce
Richard Butler, the flamboyant former Australian Ambassador to the
United Nations, to his new staff, and for that purpose we had all put
together presentations designed to acquaint Butler with who we were and
also brief him on the status of our investigations to date.
Richard Butler, however, had other plans. He delayed his arrival at
UNSCOM, in effect avoiding a Rolf Ekéus-controlled turnover of authority.
July came and went, Ekéus departed the scene, and Richard Butler and I
had yet to meet. Butler traveled to Baghdad in late July, where he met
with Tariq Aziz. Butler told the deputy prime minister that too much time
had been wasted without achieving disarmament, and that the sanctions
in place were hurting the people of Iraq. ‘We are on the last lap,’ Butler
informed him. Butler rejected what he termed the ‘forensic approach’ to
disarmament, instead noting that ‘We [UNSCOM] will work using the
tools of science and logic.’ The Iraqis were ecstatic. By forensic Butler was
referring to the kind of intrusive inspections I had been carrying out. The
Iraqis were anxious to bring an end to these inspections, as they touched on
national security. By focusing on ‘science and logic’, Butler had narrowed
the discussion to simply the issue of whether or not these weapons still
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existed, not the issue of past concealment. But not everyone shared the
Iraqis’ enthusiasm. No sooner had he returned to New York, than Butler
found himself on the receiving end of numerous phone calls and visits
from concerned US and British officials, who pounded away at the central
theme that Iraq could not, under any circumstances, be let off the hook.
Duly chastened for too readily embracing the ‘science and logic’ approach
to disarming Iraq, Butler changed course, and finally agreed to a meeting
with the most ‘forensic’ of all his inspectors.
In early July, following my return from Baghdad, I had prepared
a concept paper on the establishment of a new unit in the UNSCOM
bureaucratic structure that Ekéus had agreed to support, the Capable
Site/Concealment Investigation team, or Concealment Investigation
(pronounced, tongue in cheek, as ‘Sissie’). Up until now, strategic planning
and presenting of counter-concealment operations had been done by me,
pre�y much alone.
Charles Duelfer, Nikita Smidovich and I all agreed that the sooner
we got the Concealment Investigation team up and running, the be�er.
Duelfer was cordial, even affable, as though our conversation about CIA
meddling in UNSCOM the previous May had never occurred. The new
power given to UNSCOM by the Security Council in resolution 1115
needed to be sustained, we thought. We needed inspections to be ongoing,
maintaining constant pressure on the Iraqis while the Council still retained
its seriousness and focus. The plan was in place. All we needed was a
signature on the concept paper authorizing us to go forward. Ekéus was
ready to approve the concept in front of Richard Butler, a seal of approval
designed to ensure our success. When Ekéus le�, however, the proposal
was le� unsigned, because Ekéus believed that Butler had to approve of
the concept, too.
With Richard Butler feeling the heat from the USA about his ‘so�’
approach toward Iraq, Duelfer decided it was time to make his move. He
spoke to Butler about me and the work I had been doing, and set up a
briefing so that I could explain all of this to the new chairman. On 4 August
1997, with Charles Duelfer and Rachel Davies, the chief of the UNSCOM
Information Assessment Unit (IAU), present, I briefed Richard Butler on
the nature of my work for UNSCOM, and my proposal for the creation of
a new inspection unit, the Concealment Investigation team. The briefing
was held in a secure conference room inside the UN Secretariat which
belonged to the British Mission. The British controlled access to the room,
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and periodically swept the room for listening devices. It was normally
used exclusively by British diplomats, but Rachel Davies, the IAU chief,
had been an analyst with the British Defence Intelligence Staff, and was
able to pull some strings at the UK Mission in New York to have the room
made available.
Until now, I had yet to formally meet the new executive chairman. I had
seen him in passing, but knew li�le about who he was as a person. Butler
came across as more of a car salesman than a diplomat. He walked into the
conference room with a sense of purpose, trying to immediately establish
that he was in command. The conference room itself was not very large,
so it accentuated Richard’s size, making him that much more impressive.
He sat down, a�er introductions, and slapped his hand on the table. ‘All
right. Let’s get things started. I understand you have something you want
me to hear.’
I was somewhat surprised when, a�er listening to my proposals (which
were derived directly from the May concealment seminar results), Richard
Butler responded by lambasting what he called the Iraqi ‘Defeat UNSCOM
Industry’, and deploring what he viewed was the continued decision by
Saddam Hussein to ‘maintain the capability to produce weapons of mass
destruction’. There had been no discussion whatsoever of the merits of the
argument I was pu�ing forward. I believed strongly in what I was saying,
and was prepared to defend them aggressively, if need be, but Butler had
simply embraced my ideas without question. I was also taken aback by
his personal a�ack against Saddam Hussein. No ma�er what his personal
views on the ma�er were, Butler was a servant of the Security Council,
and an employee of the United Nations. Sweeping statements like the
ones he had made, especially so early on in his tenure when he lacked
both the experience and depth to make them, spoke more of a hotheaded
dile�ante than seasoned diplomat.
Richard Butler approved the creation of two new units, the Concealment
Investigations Unit in New York, headed by myself, and the establishment
of a ‘Sissie’ team in Baghdad, working directly for the Concealment
Investigation team.1 Butler appointed Charles Duelfer to personally
oversee the work of these units, and me.
Approving the creation of these two new units was one thing;
implementing that decision was another. By mid-August I was ready with
my formal requests for support, which were sent out to the US, British and
Australian governments.
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The British had been ready since July to deploy a three-person Special
Collection Element team to Baghdad as part of the new Concealment
Investigation team, together with the mobile communications intercept
equipment. This was a big step, as the British had been withholding SCE
support until they clarified with the CIA what was going on regarding any
covert CIA communications intercept capability operating in Baghdad
under UNSCOM cover. The British didn’t tell me what, if any, the results
of their investigation into that ma�er were. Obviously it had been resolved
to their satisfaction, because they were agreeing to let the SCE deploy.
Furthermore, the British were ready to dispatch Gary, the former head
of the SCE, to New York to serve on the staff of the new Concealment
Investigations Unit as SCE coordinator.
In addition to Chris Cobb-Smith, Gary and the SCE, the Concealment
Investigation team was flushed out with two Americans, one serving as
the deputy team leader, the other as a communicator, and an Australian
medic named Andy Russell.2 Filling out the new arrivals was Bill Michaels
(pseudonym), a former Delta Force master sergeant who helped run the
Delta Force intelligence shop during Desert Storm, and who provided
intelligence support to UNSCOM as part of the Operations Planning
Cell from 1995 to 1997. Bill would work in New York as my deputy
for intelligence. UNSCOM finally had a concealment investigation
infrastructure that was up to the task at hand.
Introducing that team into Iraq was a less straightforward ma�er. We
had to avoid ruffling feathers, not only with the Iraqis but with the other
UNSCOM staff. Ge�ing the Concealment Investigation team to work in a
complementary fashion with normal inspections would require a delicate
diplomatic balancing act, but I was confident that Chris Cobb-Smith, the
leader of the Concealment Investigation team, could pull it off.
I flew to Tel Aviv, where I joined up with Spike, the Australian
photographic interpreter who had taken over from my friend and veteran
colleague, Gerard Martell. Spike was busy trying to finalize the imagery
support for the upcoming inspection, selecting U-2 images of locations
that might be of interest based upon Israeli intelligence. By this time,
the Israeli reputation regarding their ability to find locations in Iraq had
become legendary. I was confident that if the Israelis said something, I
could rely on it.
While in Tel Aviv, I went downtown to meet with Moshe Ponkovsky
and Roni Ortel, the technical intelligence specialist, in the Kirya, the Israeli
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Don, and mentioned this to Ponkovsky. ‘You have our permission to share
this information,’ he said.
I flew to London, where I took a cab to the new, green-glass covered
MI6 Headquarters Building at 6 Vauxhall, resting on the banks of the
River Thames. My passport was taken by the security guard, and I was
ushered into a waiting room, furnished with plush couches and armchairs,
where I sat, awaiting my escort. Within minutes the Don appeared, and
walked me through additional security barriers and into the heart of the
building. We took an elevator up to the fi�h floor, and then walked down
a corridor with offices to my le� and right, their doors shut and locked,
each one marked with le�ers and number that indicated to the initiated
who occupied the room, and what they did, but for someone like myself,
meant nothing. Soon I found myself at a side conference room with a
fantastic view of London and the Thames. Sandwiches and drinks were
laid out on the table, and there were several MI6 officers, all neatly a�ired
in dark suits and conventional ties, standing about the table. It was a warm,
friendly meeting, and based on the questions being asked, and comments
being offered, it was clear that MI6 had been following my efforts in Iraq
for some time.
The Don brought the meeting to order, and made it clear that MI6 was
ready to help UNSCOM in any way possible, and were always open to new
ideas. I briefed the MI6 officers on the Israeli information on Aerofina, and
the Don sent for a particular specialist, who joined us in the conference
room and took copious notes. ‘We promise to get back to you,’ the Don
said.3
The Don gave me the name and contact information of the MI6 station
chief in New York, whom I’ll call ‘the Flyfisher’ (he turned out to be an
avid sportsman who frequented the trout streams of Upstate New York).
‘Since we are expanding our cooperation,’ the Don said, ‘we need to
improve our ability to communicate. The Flyfisher will be able to assist
in this ma�er. You should schedule an introductory meeting when you
return to New York.’
Finally, a�er almost a month’s delay, the UNSCOM 201/207 inspection
was ready to begin.
I flew to Baghdad on 19 September, with a team of three other inspectors
– Charles Harper, a British diplomat, Patrick Hamzideh, a French Arabic-
speaking inspector, and a US Army intelligence specialist who also spoke
Arabic.
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That evening I met with Hossam Amin and other Iraqi officials at their
headquarters building near Baghdad University. I introduced the team
and its mission, and laid out the schedule of work. ‘We have for some time
now been requesting interviews with specific Iraqi officials we believe
relevant to our disarmament work in Iraq,’ I said by way of introduction.
‘For too long now the Iraqi side has prevented these interviews from
occurring. In keeping with the demands of the Security Council, including
those put forth in their resolution 1115 [just passed in June, promising new
sanctions should UNSCOM report any aspect of Iraqi non-compliance], I
am requesting that the following list of persons be provided to the team
for the conduct of the required interviews.’ I handed Hossam Amin a
paper that listed the names of several Special Republican Guard officers,
including the former commander himself, Kamal Mustafa.
This was a big event. I later found out that the day before the interviews
took place, the head of the counter-UNSCOM section of the Mukhabarat
provided a special briefing based on the past questions and areas of
inquiry I had been pursuing when it came to the concealment mechanism,
trying to identify my main points of concern. A brief was provided which
outlined everything the Iraqis thought I knew about the Special Security
Organization and Special Republican Guard. ‘Assume he knows the basics
about your organization,’ the Special Republican Guard officers were
told by the Mukhabarat agent. ‘Don’t give away anything, but don’t lie.
He [Ri�er] is good at picking out the lie.’ The Special Republican Guard
officers were instructed by the director of the Special Security Organization
to be fully cooperative, but to provide no information that would allow
UNSCOM to further its investigation into presidential security. ‘We must
end this now,’ the director was quoted as saying.4
So on 22 September we finally came together, UNSCOM and the
assembled officers of the Special Republican Guard, led by General Kamal
Mustafa. Kamal Mustafa ran the meeting, with no one daring to answer
without looking in his direction first. For a man who possessed so much
power, Kamal Mustafa looked surprisingly average. He was short and
pudgy, with a so�, round face and double chin. He dressed well, wearing
an expensive gray silk suit, and crisp white shirt. But his looks were
deceiving. He controlled the other Special Republican Guard officers in
the meeting through his sheer presence. When he spoke, he did so without
hesitation. Unlike the others, he had to only look to himself for guidance
on what to say.
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Iraqi factories and related facilities for compliance. There were also the
aerial inspection team, and now the new Concealment Investigation team.
While UNSCOM 207 was still in Bahrain, on 25 September, Dianne Seaman
had conducted a no-notice inspection of the Iraqi National Standards
Laboratory, where she ran into two Special Security Organization officers
carrying a briefcase trying to sneak out the back of the building. Dianne
Seaman, displaying remarkable calm and focus, seized the briefcase and
had it sent to the BMVC for further analysis. Inside the briefcase she
discovered a document showing a variety of biological test results, and
reagent test kits for botulinum toxin and clostridium perfringens, two
agents that were both naturally occurring as food poison, but which had
been weaponized by the Iraqis in the late 1980s. The document wasn’t
conclusive evidence of a weapons program, but she believed that it could
show a covert effort by Iraq to isolate and concentrate the toxins from these
two bacteria, something prohibited under Security Council resolution.
Furthermore, the Special Security Organization agency identified in the
documents was an entity called the ‘Special Biological Activity’, a title
which in and of itself was curious. She wanted to send the document out
for a more detailed and accurate translation, but had brought the ma�er
to my a�ention because she knew I was focused on the Special Security
Organization as a possible conduit for ongoing concealment activity.
I recommended to Richard Butler that we seek to interview the two
Special Security Organization officers involved in the incident, and seek
clarification as to what the document represented. We should, I said, also
seek to inspect the offices of these two men to confirm their story. If the
Iraqis did not fully cooperate, then we should immediately seek to inspect
the headquarters building of the Special Security Organization, which
had been identified by numerous sources as being located in the Al Hya�
building next to the Republican Palace. Butler needed time to think the
ma�er over. As it was, we had two more days of inspections planned, so
while Richard Butler pondered our proposal, UNSCOM 207 got back to
work.
On 1 October, the last day of the inspection, we headed towards the
Republican Palace. Our target was the Archives of the Special Security
Organization and Special Republican Guard, where we hoped we could
find incriminating documents about past concealment activity. If such
documents were discovered, then we were to proceed directly to the
headquarters of the Special Security Organization in an effort to force the
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issue of past concealment once and for all. However, the site turned out
to be a bust – instead of the Archives, we found that the building had
recently been turned over to the presidential diwan (office) of Saddam
Hussein. We were granted access, and upon determining that we were in
the wrong place, I called the inspection off. It was a disappointing way to
end the inspection.
When I got back to the BMVC, however, the situation had changed
dramatically. Richard Butler had approved holding a meeting with the
Iraqis about the Special Security Organization documents. If Dianne
Seaman and I did not feel that we were being given adequate answers,
we were authorized to carry out a night inspection of the Special Security
Organization headquarters. I immediately put Chris Cobb-Smith on notice
to prepare for a night inspection, while Dianne Seaman and I proceeded to
the National Monitoring headquarters, where Hossam Amin was waiting
with the two involved Special Security Organization officers. We both
pressed the Special Security Organization officers for answers about the
documents they had been carrying, and the unit they worked for. Neither
were forthcoming.
I challenged Hossam Amin, saying that we could do this the easy way,
which would be to have the two officers cooperate, or the hard way, which
would be for UNSCOM to carry out a night inspection to resolve the
issues. We continued to be stonewalled. I declared the meeting over, and
notified Hossam Amin that we would be conducting a night inspection. He
genuinely looked confused. ‘But you said your inspection was finished,’
he complained.
I pointed at the two Special Security Organization officers. ‘They just
restarted it.’ Hossam jumped to his feet, and cursed me. He accused me
of deliberately provoking a crisis where none existed. He refused any
cooperation with me or my team. I restated my intention to inspect, and
Hossam had no choice but to calm down.
Just before midnight on 1 October, I led a fourteen-vehicle convoy
across the Tigris river, towards the Republican Palace. As we approached
a series of checkpoints near the palace, our convoy was split up at a traffic
light and confronted by armed Special Republican Guard soldiers, who
were clearly shaken up by our presence. One of the senior Iraqi minders,
Colonel Bassim, had to interpose himself directly in between myself and
an Special Republican Guard soldier who was preparing to shoot me with
his AK-47 automatic rifle. Another Special Security Organization officer
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had leveled his pistol at my head. Down the street, Chris Cobb-Smith’s
vehicle, which had pulled ahead, found itself surrounded by machine-
gun-wielding Special Republican Guard soldiers. It took a few minutes
for the Iraqis to calm the situation down, but eventually we were able to
regroup and gather the inspection team in one location, just short of the
intersection with the traffic light. Within minutes Amer Rashid arrived,
and approached me. ‘Where is it you wish to go, Mr. Sco�?’ he asked.
I pointed down the road, towards the presidential palace. ‘My dear,’ he
said, ‘that is a palace, and this is impossible.’ We had a standoff.6
Over the course of the next hour, Amer Rashid and I wrangled over the
details of where I wanted to go, while Tariq Aziz and Richard Butler did
the same over the phone. A�er Richard justified my actions based upon
the document seized by Dianne Seaman, Tariq Aziz lambasted Butler for
allowing an inspection based upon such flimsy evidence. ‘This is a test for
food poisoning of the food used for Saddam Hussein, nothing more,’ Tariq
Aziz said. ‘It has nothing to do with any weapons of mass destruction.’
Butler disagreed, and demanded the team be allowed to go forward.
To help move ma�ers forward, I finally told Amer Rashid exactly where
we wanted to go – the Al Hya� building. ‘Why?’ he asked.
‘It is the headquarters of the Special Security Organization,’ I said, and
Amer le� for consultations. He returned shortly.
‘My dear,’ he said, ‘You are wrong. This building is empty, and is not
what you are looking for. I cannot let you inspect, however, because this is
a presidential palace, and as such off limits to you. But you are making a
mistake if you continue to insist on an inspection.’
I relayed this information to the chairman, who again talked with Tariq
Aziz. The Iraqi deputy prime minister mocked Butler, saying if he insisted
on pressing this ma�er, not only would the team be denied entry, but
he, Tariq Aziz, would personally lead a delegation of journalists into the
Al Hya� building to show the world that it was ‘as empty as the false
accusations made by your inspectors’. Faced with this intransigence on
the part of the Iraqis, Richard ordered the team withdrawn, and the next
morning UNSCOM 207 le� for Bahrain.
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ability to accurately detail the events of the summer of 1991 – the period
of unilateral destruction. Once we mapped out those events accurately, we
would have a clear picture of what had been destroyed, how it had been
destroyed, and who had destroyed it.
This was the weak link in all of UNSCOM’s analysis regarding a retained
Iraqi capability. If the Iraqi claims regarding unilateral destruction held, and
were factored into the overall issue of a ‘material balance’ in accounting for
Iraq’s past weapons capabilities, then we were on the verge of finding Iraq to
be free of its proscribed weapons and programs. Iraq would be disarmed.
If, on the other hand, we found that the true events of the summer
of 1991 showed a continued pa�ern of concealment and deception, of
incomplete destruction and efforts to retain not only weapons of mass
destruction capability, but also the concealment mechanism used to hide
this capability from the inspectors, then we would know that the Iraqi
claims of complete destruction were false. This certainty of knowledge
would enable UNSCOM to reject with confidence the Iraqi claims, and
aggressively demand that Iraq submit new, accurate declarations, and
support them with verifiable documentation.
Right now, UNSCOM was stuck in the middle of the two positions:
we were demanding a new, accurate declaration supported by verifiable
documentation, while being unable to prove the Iraqi claims regarding
the summer of 1991 false. I believed that the concealment mechanism
investigation was on the verge of reconciling these two positions once and
for all. The only problem was, I didn’t yet know on which side the final
conclusion would fall – compliance or non-compliance. But I did know
that, thanks to the series of inspections we had just completed, UNSCOM
was closer than it had ever been to making such a conclusion. For the first
time I could see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Politics, however, have a way of skewing things, and the situation
between UNSCOM, Iraq and the Security Council was heavy with politics.
Unlike last June, when Iraqi obstruction of the UNSCOM 194 inspection
prompted an immediate and strong response by the Security Council in
the form of resolution 1115, the events of the night of 1–2 October drew
silence. This was strange, because according to resolution 1115, any
report of Iraqi non-compliance by UNSCOM was supposed to result in
the immediate application of travel sanctions against the leadership of
Iraq. The report of Iraqi soldiers aiming loaded weapons at UNSCOM
inspectors was greeted with a total lack of action.
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This was partly because Butler had promised to abandon the ‘forensic’
inspection approach during his visit to Baghdad in July 1997, and
because some members of the Security Council had sympathy for the
Iraqis’ response to aggressive inspections of their most sensitive security
organizations. More importantly, the ambiguity surrounding Iraq’s
weapons status suited the USA’s regime change agenda very well, and they
were not about to argue other Security Council members into supporting
aggressive inspections which might clear up the WMD picture, and hence
get sanctions li�ed. I gradually realized that in this political environment I
was not going to get the kind of backup I needed to investigate the Special
Security Organization and close the case on concealment.
This entire process was complicated by the fact, as relayed to me by
Burt, that my concealment paper had just been adapted as an official
intelligence report for use inside the CIA’s intelligence analysis system.
What had been prepared as a guideline for investigative operations,
postulating the hypothetical existence of various proscribed weapons,
had instead become a foundation of ‘fact’ for intelligence analysts and
government policymakers. Burt told me that the most popular reading
of my paper was the annexes on hidden weapons and documents. What
had always been speculation had now become an ‘official UNSCOM
position’. This had serious political ramifications in the face of ongoing
Iraqi obstruction: now that UNSCOM and the CIA were quantifying
actual weapons stockpiles, the Iraqi threat took on a reality that before
had been lacking. The dra�ing of the concealment paper, which had
been intended as a legitimate endeavor in support of disarmament, had
just corrupted the entire process by empowering those who supported
continued sanctions and regime change vis-à-vis Iraq with a powerful, yet
artificial, weapon.
Having done their best to meet the legitimate requirements of the
UNSCOM investigation into the concealment mechanism, by October
1997 the senior Iraqi leadership realized that there could be no satisfying
UNSCOM’s search for truth without compromising the security of Saddam
Hussein to an unacceptable level. A�er the withdrawal of UNSCOM
207, the Iraqi government made a decision to stop cooperating with UN
weapons inspectors until what they deemed the compositional bias (i.e.
too many American and British inspectors) was addressed. The Iraqis did
not want to be seen as acting precipitately, however. They simply waited
for the right time to strike.
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to use the results to trump whatever momentum the Iraqis were picking
up at the United Nations. The British seemed to be throwing NATO
membership in as a sweetener, but I just wanted the missile parts.
The Romanians agreed with the MI6 agent that this was a project
worth supporting. They said that they would begin immediate covert
surveillance of Aerofina. However, they lacked any specific intelligence
about the personalities believed to be involved. The Romanians were
happy to conduct a crash recruitment of an involved individual (i.e., to
use blackmail) for the purpose of obtaining documentation and other
background information, but they needed a starting point, a name. It was
my job to come up with one. The British, for their part, agreed to provide
technical assistance to the Romanians which would enable the SIE to
isolate, record and assess communications of Aerofina and the Iraqis, as
well as other assistance in covertly monitoring the Iraqi delegation while
it was in Romania.
The next day, I flew on to Tel Aviv, where I had arranged a meeting
with Moshe Ponkovsky on 6 November. At the meeting, I pressed the
Israelis for the final nugget of information the Romanians needed to go
forward. At first Moshe Ponkovsky hesitated, because to give more than
they already had could potentially compromise Israel’s own delicate
sources of intelligence. My request went up to the director of intelligence,
Major General Ayalon, who cleared my request with the prime minister,
and within hours I got the answer I needed: the Romanian contact for the
Karama deal was the commercial manager of Aerofina, a certain Dumitru
Tudorica.2
I flew back to London, and on 8 November reported my ‘find’ to the Don
and the other MI6 officers in a meeting held at MI6 Headquarters. And
thus was born Operation Air Bag, perhaps the most unique and intricate
intelligence operation undertaken by the UN weapons inspectors. Working
back from Mr. Tudorica, the Romanians, with assistance from MI6, were
able to find someone close to the Iraqi deal who, with the appropriate
pressure brought to bear, agreed to cooperate. My understanding was
that this individual had been engaged in some shady business practices
involving the the� of government property and, when given the choice
between cooperating or going to jail for a long time, chose cooperation.
The British, working their Jordanian sources, were able to penetrate
the Amman offices of ‘Rouge Establishment’, the procurement front
company that had been identified by the Israelis as being involved with
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without accepting the context in which these conclusions were made, and
what the original intent was when deriving these findings.
Suddenly, in this time of crisis, I was again politically useful to the USA.
I was a high-profile American at the center of a crisis with Iraq who could
be legitimately portrayed as working not for the unilateral interests of the
United States of America, but of the United Nations. The USA needed to
co-opt my legitimacy without compromising their policy. My work with
UNSCOM would be supported because not to support it would be seen as
giving in to the Iraqis. But this was ‘skin deep’ support, of the process only.
The substance of my work – confrontation-based inspections designed to
crack the concealment mechanism, were not to be embraced. These, a�er
all, were what had go�en the world to where it was at the time in relation
to Iraq.
I tried my best to divorce myself from these political machinations.
My job was to inspect, and I turned my a�ention to ge�ing Chris Cobb-
Smith and the Concealment Investigation element back to work as soon
as possible. ‘Back to work’ meant carrying out inspections of sensitive
sites designed to trigger the kind of activity we wanted to exploit with the
Special Collection Element communications intercept operation. I knew
that this was a politically sensitive time for UNSCOM, but I also knew
that the clock was ticking on the entire issue of concealment mechanism
inspections. On 20 November, immediately a�er the Russians announced
their brokered deal with Iraq, I dra�ed a memorandum for the executive
chairman.3
I recommended a three-day series of inspections, starting on 22
November, targeted against known Special Republican Guard camps in
the Baghdad area. Richard Butler concurred, the only stipulation being
that the inspections wouldn’t start until 25 November, to give the chairman
time to coordinate with the USA about the political ramifications of such
inspections. For be�er or worse, UNSCOM and the Americans had found
common cause against Iraq.
Chris Cobb-Smith and the team were ready to get to work by 24
November. He had assembled missile, chemical and biological experts
from the BMVC monitoring staff in addition to the core Concealment
Investigation team, and had everyone on standby, waiting for the ‘go’ order
from New York. I knew very well how it felt to sit in Baghdad, watching
the hours tick away on the clock, as New York dithered.
Three hours and several conversations with Cobb-Smith later, Richard
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Butler still hadn’t shown up. It was past midnight in Baghdad. Finally, I
got a call from Butler’s secretary. ‘The chairman would like to see you,’
she said. The news wasn’t good. ‘The Secretary of State [Madeleine
Albright] has asked me not to do the inspection of the Special Republican
Guard sites you have proposed,’ he said. ‘She views such inspections as
too provocative at this juncture, especially given her undertaking with
Yevgeny Primakov.’ Secretary Albright had given her word to Primakov,
the Russian Foreign Minister at the time, that UNSCOM would do
nothing to deliberately sabotage his diplomatic achievement in securing
the Russian-brokered agreement with Iraq – even if this meant impeding
the legitimate work of UNSCOM.
I stood there, stunned. ‘Mr. Chairman, the whole purpose of the
Concealment Investigation team being in Baghdad is to be provocative so
that we might best detect evidence of concealment. The concept does not
work if the team is static, or reduced to assisting in monitoring inspections.
You have taken a big gamble in deploying this team; let them do their
job.’
Butler held firm. ‘The United States will not back our carrying out such
inspections at this time, Sco�. I know how important it is for your team
to be active, but they will have to wait until a less politically sensitive
moment.’
Cobb-Smith and his team were growing increasingly frustrated,
chomping at the bit to do their job, and yet being held back over and over
again. For the team, their presence in Iraq was a colossal waste of time
and effort. I agreed, but was unwilling to give up without a fight. If I let
the Concealment Investigation team return now, then I was condemning
the Concealment Investigation concept to death, and with it the entire
concealment mechanism investigation. I knew in my heart that we were
close to bringing this ma�er to closure. A concerted effort, given the proper
support, would either prove that the Iraqis had disarmed as they said, or
were retaining proscribed material and weaponry.
As aggressive as I wanted to be, however, Richard Butler remained
paralyzed until the Security Council had made up its mind what it wanted
to do about Iraq. Butler met with the Council throughout the day on 6
December, and in private with the British and American representatives.
He finally got his marching orders: to go to Baghdad, and to press the
Iraqis hard for a resolution of issues pertaining to inspector access to
sensitive sites.
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Charles Duelfer was ecstatic about Butler’s upcoming visit. ‘We can finally
scrap these damn sensitive site modalities,’ he told me during a break in the
meetings. Duelfer, like the rest of the US government, was contemptuous
of the Ekéus-brokered deal. The modalities for the inspection of sensitive
sites (see Chapter Thirteen) were seen as an impediment to American
policy objectives. These modalities allowed the inspection process to be
controlled, both by the Iraqis, and by the inspectors. As difficult a time
UNSCOM had had with Iraq since June 1996 regarding inspections, none
of the achievements in advancing the issue of concealment could have
been made without the inspection modalities. UNSCOM would never
have been permi�ed to access the sites and organizations it had if it had
tried to gain access with a team of fi�y, versus the four permi�ed under
the modalities. The success of these inspections in pushing Iraq closer to
disarmament threatened the US and UK policy of perpetual sanctions.
‘The Brits and Americans are leaning real hard on Butler to throw out the
entire agreement and stick with the original concept of ‘anytime, anyplace’
inspections,’ Duelfer said.
Butler confirmed this. At the end of the day on 6 December, Butler
summoned me to his office. ‘I need an inspection ready to go to Iraq in a
week. It needs to be tough, hard-hi�ing, legitimate. It needs to stand up
to the scrutiny of Iraq’s friends on the Council, and yet still have enough
teeth to pressure Iraq on sensitive and presidential sites.’
I said I could do it, and that I would have a plan put together by noon
the next day. I decided that one of the key sites to be inspected was the
headquarters of the Special Security Organization. We had received fresh
intelligence from a US-controlled defector about underground tunnels
and passageways associated with the Special Security Organization
Headquarters facility that were alleged to be used for storing prohibited
weapons. I wasn’t overly impressed with this information, but felt that
since the aborted inspection of this facility back on 1 October had initiated
this entire crisis, it was only fair that we should now include this site as
part of any inspection effort designed to assert the very right of access we
were defending.
The real heart of the inspection, from a disarmament point of view,
rested with two other targets: the Jabal Makhul presidential palace,
and the presidential diwan in downtown Baghdad. Since our inspection
of the Tikrit area in June, during UNSCOM 194, we had been receiving
intelligence reports from the US about the Tikrit Special Security Office
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document not working but in which Iraq has said it has no application,
that those sites are outside of the scope of the modalities document.’
Tariq Aziz, in responding, let it be known that while Iraq was willing to
show some flexibility with regard to inspections of national security sites,
when it came to presidential and sovereign sites, the Iraqi position was
clear: no inspections.
Richard Butler pressed the point for clarification. Was Tariq Aziz
saying that presidential sites were off limits to inspectors? Tariq Aziz was
unequivocal. ‘Yes.’ Iraq was taking a hard line.
But then Butler did something quite extraordinary – he folded. As
Charles Duelfer listened in horror, the UNSCOM chairman agreed to keep
the modalities for sensitive site inspections intact, the only modifications
being the chief inspector’s ability to negotiate a larger number of inspectors
on the access team if the situation warranted. Tariq Aziz nodded his
agreement. ‘Yes.’4
Butler was to all intent and purposes finished. He had accomplished
his mission, receiving from Tariq Aziz a firm understanding of the Iraqi
position vis-à-vis sensitive sites. But Tariq Aziz was not yet quite finished.
‘I would like you just to put on the record that since the beginning of 1996
until 29 October 1997 the number of sensitive sites which were inspected
by your teams is 103… If you don’t want to answer this question, fine, but I
want to put it on the table and I hope you would refer to it in your report to
the Council – in how many of those inspections did your inspection team
find concealed weapons or materials which belonged to the prohibited
weapons? My knowledge is that there were none… nothing was found that
was prohibited. I am not challenging the right of UNSCOM to continue
inspections. Please understand me well, but I think a�er this experience
of two years it is also fair to draw some conclusions about the inspections
and the results of those inspections. As you know,’ he continued, ‘the right
of inspection is not an objective by itself. It is a means to reach the truth, it
is a means to be certain that by monitoring means Iraq is not reproducing
prohibited weapons.’
Richard Butler was planning to leave Baghdad on 16 December. He
had arranged to brief the Security Council on 18 December. I still had
vital documents that needed to be signed by Butler if the UNSCOM 218
inspection was going to be conducted. Charles Duelfer agreed to press
Butler for a meeting before he le� for New York. I waited in the Baghdad
Monitoring and Verification Center. I got a call from Duelfer within the
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hour. ‘Butler has agreed to have dinner with you tonight. Bring your
documents, and be prepared to sell him again on the concept. He’s going
so�.’
To a casual observer, this would have looked like your typical business
dinner, if a li�le on the relaxed side. Butler, the CEO, regaling his bored
deputy and two a�entive junior executives (I had brought Chris Cobb-
Smith along), with tales of his latest corporate conquest. The difference
was that instead of spread sheets, the bag at my side contained operational
documents which, if executed, could very well trigger a regional war. But
these documents seemed to be the furthest thing from Butler’s mind as he
told war stories about how crass and crude Tariq Aziz was.
The clock was ticking, and Butler’s hour of departure was fast
approaching, and still he exhibited no interest in moving on to the
inspection. He was retelling his conversation about presidential sites, and
Tariq Aziz’s blunt refusal to consider inspections of these locations, when
Duelfer, much to his credit, broke in. ‘It would appear that Tariq Aziz built
his own trap,’ he said.
‘Why would you say that?’ Butler asked.
‘Well, the Council seems intent on hanging tough on the issue of access,’
Duelfer noted, ‘and Tariq Aziz’s statement is an outright challenge to the
will of the Council. If we call Tariq Aziz’s bluff by sending an inspection
team in to take on the issue of access, including presidential sites, the
Council would have no choice but to back us up.’
Butler scowled. ‘Would it?’ he said. ‘It seems to me that the Council
could very well seek to avoid a confrontation over the issue of access, and
leave us in a very difficult situation.’
I was surprised by what I was seeing. Far from the cocky Richard Butler
who stru�ed the hallways in New York proclaiming the modalities ‘dead
on arrival’, the man before me was pensive, cautious, uncertain of himself.
I started briefing him on the planned inspection, but while he appeared
to be listening, he wasn’t responding. His mind was obviously on how he
was going to explain to the USA that he had failed to kill the sensitive-site
modalities. We sat around the table, four men, waiting for something to
happen to break the silence.
As if on cue, Duelfer’s cell phone rang, and he took the call, leaving
the table for privacy. A few moments later, he returned, a big smile on his
face. ‘That was Bruce Reidel, over at the National Security Council.’ Reidel
was a former Pentagon official who ran the Iraqi desk at the NSC. He and
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Duelfer were long-time friends and colleagues. ‘He said Sandy Berger had
reviewed the target list, and the US was giving us the green light to go
with the inspection.’
At this, Butler seemed to perk up. ‘Did he really?’ he asked.
All of a sudden our table was a bustle of activity. Target folders were
extracted from my bag, and I walked Butler through the specifics of each
operation. As we progressed, he seemed to regain some of his lost spirit.
I passed the target folders over to him, and he signed each page where
indicated. Our first day of inspection would be 18 December, the day
of Butler’s briefing to the Security Council. Given the eight-hour time
difference, New York would have wind of any fallout from the inspection
prior to that meeting.
Dinner was over. I had my signatures, and Butler had a plane to catch.
He wished Cobb-Smith and me good luck before excusing himself. Duelfer
hung back. ‘Well, we’re still moving forward,’ he noted. ‘I’ll do my best to
keep his resolve up.’
I shook Duelfer’s hand. ‘Let us do this inspection,’ I said. ‘You won’t be
upset with the results.’
Cobb-Smith and I headed to the bar for a few beers before we, too,
headed for bed. He was excited, but also sobered by what he had seen.
‘Well, I guess I can tell everyone now how we started a war,’ he said. ‘I
didn’t realize Butler took orders from the Americans, though.’
I had to laugh at that one. ‘I don’t know where he is coming from,
Chris. One minute he’s hot, the next he’s cold. One minute [US Secretary
of State] Albright’s telling him to hold back, the next [US National Security
Advisor] Berger’s saying to charge forward. Who knows?’ I took a sip of
my beer. ‘But at least now you have some insight into why the past few
months have been so screwed up. In defense of Richard, it’s really go�en
quite political.’
Two days into the UNSCOM 218 inspection, disaster struck, in the form
of a phone call from Richard Butler. ‘There is much concern here that
UNSCOM not be seen as deliberately provoking a crisis,’ he told me. ‘It
seems the Americans are concerned that your inspection will be played as
a US effort to trigger a war.’ I knew what was coming next. ‘The Secretary
of State herself has asked me to hold off on any inspections of presidential
areas for the time being.’
I protested this decision. Butler was apologetic, but firm. ‘It simply isn’t
good timing, Sco�,’ he said. ‘Madeline needs time to test her agreement with
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But the inspection was over. Charles Duelfer called me, and instructed
me not to make a big deal out the situation. ‘Come back home, and
everything will be explained,’ he said. I made a brief appearance before
the press, where I announced the withdrawal of the team and told the
assembled journalists, ‘I’ll be back.’
Once again, Madeleine Albright and Sandy Berger had got cold feet
about confronting the Iraqis over the issue of inspector access. Maintaining
Security Council unity over economic sanctions trumped supporting
disarmament, at least as far as the USA’s Iraq policy was concerned.
But the news got worse. The CIA, working closely with Charles Duelfer,
finally issued a formal memorandum detailing the procedures to be used
when taking U-2 film to Israel – the film had to be under the control of
an American photographic interpreter assigned to UNSCOM, had to be
stored at the US Embassy, and no prints could be made. We were already
storing the film at the US Embassy, and the issue of prints, although
limiting, could be overcome by good note taking and the USA agreeing
to provide prints a�er the fact. However, the requirement of an American
CIA agent being present, while not objectionable, meant that we were now
prisoner to the CIA, who never provided anybody to fill this position.
The U-2 cooperation with Israel, one of the most productive intelligence
activities UNSCOM had ever engaged in, was finished.
The issue of Ahmed Chalabi and the INC reemerged during this time.
Charles Duelfer had provided me with some contact information on how
to reach Chalabi, who was by this time maintaining dual residencies in
London’s prosperous Mayfair district, and Washington’s equally affluent
Georgetown. Between my inspection activity and Chalabi’s transatlantic
travels, finding a date convenient for both of us was proving difficult, but
finally we agreed upon a meeting in London, on 24 January 1998.
I flew to London, accompanied by Gary, the Special Collection Element
team leader, and met with Ahmed Chalabi and his intelligence chief.
Chalabi was courteous, and seemed anxious to help out UNSCOM with
its mission. Upon greeting me, he asked me how I liked the intelligence on
the Jabal Makhul palace from the defector we had debriefed in Germany
in November 1997. I was taken aback, because up until that moment I had
always assumed the Iraqi defector was an American asset operating under
German protection. Chalabi corrected my assumption. ‘He is controlled
by me. He is one of my spies.’ Chalabi was clearly trying to impress me
with his bona fides. ‘I have a large network of spies inside Iraq, including
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inside the Iraqi government itself,’ Chalabi told me. ‘I can get you any
information you need. Just tell me what you want.’
This should have sent alarm bells sounding in my head. In the intelligence
world, one never gives away the complete picture of what you know and
what you don’t know; this too easily allows you to be manipulated by
sources which miraculously ‘confirm’ data you already have while filling
in the gaps in the intelligence picture. However, I was under pressure from
Charles Duelfer to make this new relationship work, and I proceeded to
brief Chalabi on UNSCOM’s understanding about what Iraq might be
hiding. This included speculation about the possible existence of mobile
biological laboratories and agent production facilities. Chalabi took all of
this information in. ‘I will get back to you soon,’ he said. We exchanged
secure e-mail addresses, complete with cryptographic keys that enabled
us to communicate without others reading what we were sending.
Within three days of our meeting, Chalabi started streaming information
to UNSCOM via this e-mail link. Some of this data reinforced information
we already had. Other data was new. But I was taken aback by the fact
that the vast majority of the new ‘intelligence’ provided by Chalabi was
directly contradicted by what we knew from being on the ground in Iraq.
His descriptions of facilities and organizations simply didn’t match reality.
And when we did use his intelligence to direct an inspection team, we ran
into the same result – none of the information was even close to reality.
Read at a distance, by someone with no firsthand experience in Iraq,
Chalabi’s data appeared spectacular. But once subjected to the harsh light
of reality, it was quickly exposed as fraudulent. We continued to receive
e-mail data packages from Chalabi throughout 1998, but a�er a while we
no longer treated this data as anything more than a curiosity. Chalabi had
lost all credibility with everyone in UNSCOM save Charles Duelfer, who
continued to press me to make use of Chalabi’s material.
When, several years a�er leaving UNSCOM, I was to read through the
intelligence provided by Chalabi’s ‘source’ (‘Curveball’), which formed
the centerpiece of the Bush administration’s case for war, I was struck
by just how similar this data was to some of the speculative ‘intelligence
gaps’ I had provided to Ahmed Chalabi back in 1998. This was just before
inspectors le� Iraq for good, meaning that none of the claims made by his
‘sources’ could be tested.
I didn’t get too much time to dwell on Chalabi’s flakiness at the time.
Larger issues were brewing. Over recent months, many in the Clinton
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would assist in any potential rescue operation. We also had a pair of elite
Australian Special Air Service commandos, part of a larger deployment of
the Australian SAS into Kuwait, where they assisted Delta Force and other
US commandos in preparing for special operations inside Iraq.
The Special Collection Element, led by Gary, was also hard at work. The
same frequencies monitored by the British intercept operators on behalf
of the UN inspectors were also used by the senior Iraqi leadership and
their security detachments, enabling anyone listening in to determine
the precise location and activity of those being listened to. In addition to
notifying my inspection team of suspicious concealment-related activity,
the British operators also fed the CIA team at Gateway information about
the location of senior Iraqi officials, including those closest to the Iraqi
president. Thus, in addition to listening to Tariq Aziz, the Iraqi deputy
prime minister, discuss the effort by my team to inspect the Iraqi Defense
Ministry with Abid Hamid Mahmoud, the secretary and closest bodyguard
to Saddam Hussein, the CIA team was able to pinpoint their respective
locations, sending these coordinates to Admiral Fargo’s staff, who in turn
had them programmed into the guidance computers of the cruise missiles
being prepared for launch.
It seemed that Madeleine Albright and Sandy Berger would have their
war, a�er all. And if war came, the CIA was bound and determined to take
out as many of the senior Iraqi leadership, up to and including Saddam
Hussein, as possible, thereby accomplishing at long last its presidential
directive for regime change in Iraq.
It was while all this military and diplomatic activity was going on
that I, si�ing in the Ministry of Defense car park, had begun to seriously
question what I and my team were doing at the center of it all. I’d been
waiting in my Nissan for a while, when Amer Rashid, now the oil minister
and a senior spokesperson on WMD issues, arrived on scene, driven in an
immaculate black Mercedes Benz Sedan. ‘What are you doing here, Mr.
Ri�er?’ he asked, as he exited from his vehicle. ‘What is it you want to
accomplish?’
I pointed over to the Ministry of Defense building. ‘I have designated
this site for inspection, and in accordance with the terms agreed upon
in the Memorandum of Understanding between Iraq and the secretary-
general, I am demanding immediate, unrestricted access.’
Amer Rashid’s eyes narrowed to slits. ‘This is impossible,’ he said. ‘You
know very well that this site touches upon the most sensitive aspects of
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Iraq’s national security. Iraq will never allow this site to be inspected, even
if the consequences are war.’
It was like a script being played out before my very eyes. We arrive at
the site, we declare our intent to inspect, the Iraqis refuse, and the war
begins. It seemed as if events were on automatic pilot. I didn’t argue
the point, only telling Amer Rashid that I would be reporting back to
the executive chairman that ‘the Memorandum of Understanding was
dead.’ Those words, as if by magic, changed everything. Amer Rashid
went to his Sedan, and placed a phone call from a mobile secure phone,
using one of the radio frequencies the SCE was monitoring back at the
Baghdad Monitoring and Verification Center. According to the transcripts
of the ensuing conversation, Tariq Aziz was taken back by my sudden
pronouncement. ‘What does Mr. Ri�er mean by “dead”,’ he asked Amer
Rashid to find out. Soon the entire secure phone network was abuzz with
my pronouncement of the ‘death’ of the Memorandum of Understanding.
Abid Hamid Mahmoud, the presidential secretary to Saddam Hussein,
asked Tariq Aziz about what was happening. Apparently I wasn’t playing
the game the Iraqis had envisioned.
Amer Rashid came back to me. ‘Look, we do not want a crisis. This is
a very sensitive ma�er, and we need to work things out.’ I was ready to
depart from the site, having ordered all inspectors back to their vehicles. I
gestured towards the Ministry of Defense building. ‘My instructions are to
inspect that building. Every second my team remains locked outside these
gates is time in which I cannot guarantee the integrity of the site. If you
are willing to allow my inspectors to secure the perimeter of the Ministry
of Defense facility, in order to prevent anything or anybody from entering
or exiting the site, I will report this back to the executive chairman as a
positive step, and see how he responds. If not,’ I concluded, ‘I will have
no choice but to depart the site, thereby condemning the Memorandum of
Understanding to death.’
Amer Rashid didn’t even blink. He turned to the soldiers manning the
gate, and barked out an order in Arabic. The soldiers immediately lowered
the ‘dragon’s teeth’ barrier, and swung the gate open. Amer Rashid turned
to me. ‘Please, enter the facility, and secure your perimeter. I promise
nothing will be removed from this site without your permission.’ Amer
Rashid looked me in the eye. ‘And please, Mr. Sco�,’ he said. ‘No more talk
of killing the Memorandum of Understanding.’
I ordered my inspectors inside the Ministry of Defense compound,
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SCE team, which Gary and his British operators had run effectively for
over two years, had been shut down by the CIA. Now the CIA wanted to
replace the SCE team with its own capability, which would be run outside
of UNSCOM’s control. I told Butler and Duelfer that this was tantamount
to spying, and that I wanted nothing to do with it.
For the first time, the two men seemed uncomfortable with what I had
to say. I knew they had both been in contact with senior officials from
the US government about the SCE, and that they were under strict orders
not to discuss this ma�er with me. They mulled over my words. Duelfer
spoke first. ‘This is a very sensitive ma�er, Sco�. We’re trying to work
things out. The issue centers around control of the intelligence collected
from this effort. It’s clear that as the head of the concealment team, you are
the only one who can provide the operational and logistic support to any
collection effort in Baghdad.’
Butler nodded in agreement. ‘This is just a temporary measure. The goal
is to go to a fully automated system by September which is independent
of UNSCOM. We just need to hold down the fort until then, and we can’t
do it without you.’
‘I still don’t like the idea of UNSCOM being part of something it doesn’t
fully control. Such control has been the foundation of this project since its
inception. I think this is a bad idea. However,’ I said, ‘it is your decision to
make. As your specialist, however, I’m saying this is not the right thing to
do. But if you instruct me to support this new idea, I will. Just don’t expect
me to endorse it. I think we should be looking for an alternative that we
have more control over.’
‘What do you want to do, Sco�?’ Butler asked.
‘I’d like to keep at least some of the old SCE capability in place so that
we can keep the Israeli initiative alive. With your permission, I’d like to
raise this with the Israelis during my upcoming visit.’
Butler looked over at Duelfer, who shrugged. ‘OK, raise it. When you
get back, we’ll make a final decision. We should keep all options open.’6
I flew to London, and met with MI6 about Operation Air Bag at their
Vauxhall headquarters. A�er we finished, the Don and I headed off to
lunch at a posh restaurant in London, where we met with two other MI6
officers overseeing a psychological warfare effort, known as Operation
Mass Appeal. Mass Appeal served as a focal point for passing MI6
intelligence on Iraq to the media, both in the UK and around the world.
The goal was to help shape public opinion about Iraq and the threat posed
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by WMD. The focus of the Mass Appeal officers was on how we could
exploit the Romanian operation in the media.
I brought them up to date on the Air Bag effort. ‘If this goes as planned,
then UNSCOM should be able to get some good press for a change.’ The
Don agreed.
The MI6 black propaganda specialists spoke up. ‘We have some outlets
in foreign newspapers – some editors and writers who work with us from
time to time – where we can spread some material. We just need to be
kept informed on what you are doing and when, so we can time the press
releases accordingly.’
I looked over to the Don. ‘I’ll keep working this through the Flyfisher,
then?’ I asked. All agreed that was the best route.
I then proceeded to an MI6 safe house off of St. James’s Park. The safe
house was an old home that had been taken over by MI6 during the Second
World War. It had the feel of old England, with plush carpets, oriental rugs,
leather upholstered furniture, and large curtains and window dressings.
I was ushered through security, and led upstairs, where I found Sarah
Parsons, from Rockingham, and three of the Falconer’s people si�ing
around a wooden table, examining documents. A four-person American
delegation was also present, including Burt.
‘The Fullback’, one of the Falconer’s agents, passed out folders
stamped ‘Top Secret’, and a series of codewords identifying the material
as extremely sensitive. Inside were photographs of drawings, documents
and missile parts, the handiwork of the MI6 agent who had broken into
the hotel room of Dr. Hamid and his fellow Iraqis in Bucharest. A�er
allowing enough time for everyone to study the contents of the folder, the
Fullback opened the discussion. ‘Unfortunately, our analysis of the missile
parts and drawings show that these are standard surface-to-air missile
components, not SCUD as we had originally hoped for.’
Sarah Parsons spoke up. ‘The question is, therefore, where do we go
from here?’
One of the CIA officers spoke up. ‘Clearly, this isn’t what we had hoped
for. If these were SCUD related, we’d have a clear-cut case for going to the
Security Council. But now it is very ambiguous.’
‘There is nothing ambiguous about this at all,’ I said. ‘We have here
a clear case of Iraqi violation of Security Council resolutions. It doesn’t
ma�er that this isn’t proscribed under 687. This is a violation of export-
import controls and declaration requirements under 715. What the Iraqis
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are doing here is illegal. It’s black and white. We’ve been waiting for
something as clear cut as this to come up, and now it has. I don’t see how
we have any choice but to move forward.’
‘Move forward how?’ one of the American CIA officials asked.
‘We stick with the plan. The British continue to press the Romanians
for release of the audio and videotapes for use in the Council. I will try to
get the Dutch to agree for the travel of the defector to New York to testify
before the Council. And UNSCOM will work on preparing an inspection
which capitalizes on this.’
‘Your plan,’ Sarah Parsons said, ‘seems too complicated. Technically,
you are correct. This appears to be a violation. But it is not the dramatic
violation that we needed to sway the Council.’
‘This may be the only violation we get,’ I responded. ‘The Iraqis have
clearly stated that they are not cheating. We can prove otherwise.’
‘The fear is that we will expend great resources in bringing this case to
the Council, and in the end it won’t impress,’ she said. ‘People may say “Is
this all you’ve got?” We can’t afford that kind of debate at the moment.’
‘Here we have a clear example of cheating, a dramatic case of covert
procurement run out of the presidential office in Baghdad,’ I said. ‘This
case justifies everything UNSCOM has been doing over the past few years.
It would silence the critics of our concealment investigations. It would
legitimize our insistence on full access to all sites, including presidential. It
could help galvanize support for UNSCOM in the Council like we haven’t
seen for years. And you don’t want to go with it?’
Again Sarah Parsons responded. ‘The fear is that the Council may not
react the way you think they might. We can’t afford that.’
I now knew the effort was lost. Air Bag was, to all intents and purposes,
dead as a viable operation. And I was quickly losing my own viability as
an inspector.
The meeting was over. The Fullback collected the documents, and the
Americans made their way back to the US Embassy to report on what had
transpired. Sarah Parsons wished me well, and le� for her office. I was
dejected. Air Bag was the last real operation I had going. More than that, it
was the last cooperative effort between British intelligence and UNSCOM.
By shu�ing down, the Brits were not only killing the operation, but
acquiescing in the total US domination of UNSCOM.
From London I flew to Israel. Jacov Katz was at the airport in Tel Aviv
to meet me. He drove me to the Israeli Military Intelligence headquarters,
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where I met with him and Roni Ortel, the Israeli technical intelligence
specialist, on the second floor of the External Affairs building.
I brought Jacov and Roni up to speed on the developments in London.
‘Maybe the best thing to do would be to simply stop the Aerofina deal,’
Roni said. ‘This would represent a victory of sorts.’ I knew Roni was
probably right.
Roni le� for his office, and was replaced by Sharon, the communications
intercept specialist from Unit 8200 who was now running the SCE
cooperation instead of Dani. She had with her a sheaf of papers, which
she handed to me. I looked down at the document, a verbatim transcript
of Iraqi conversations intercepted by the SCE team during the presidential
site inspections in April 1998.
Sharon and the analysts walked me through the document. They had
some questions over some of the personalities who were being heard, and
based upon my firsthand experience, I was able to clarify the picture. There
was no doubt that we had penetrated the inner sanctum of Iraqi decision
making. Tariq Aziz, Amer Rashid, Abid Hamid Mahmoud – we were
eavesdropping on them all. The entire presidential security establishment
was now an open book for us. All relevant Special Security Organization
directorates – Security, Transportation, Communications – came to life on
these pages as they responded to the activities of the inspectors. There were
no ‘smoking guns’ in this transcript, given the nature of the inspection (no
one expected to find anything related to WMD during the presidential site
inspections; it had been strictly a political show).7
The Israeli transcript proved that the SCE had tapped into the decision-
making cycle of the Iraqi leadership. If UNSCOM was going to carry out
the kind of concealment-oriented inspection that I had outlined to the
executive chairman for this July, then we would need this capability.
‘This is fantastic,’ I said, looking up from the document. I discussed
my inspection plans for the future, including restarting the SCE so that
UNSCOM could feed the Israelis more tapes, and thus produce more
transcripts like the one I now held in my hands. The mood of the Israeli
team suddenly turned dour.
Jacov spoke up. ‘Your chairman is not the only one who has been
subjected to pressure from the Americans. We, too, have been told that it
isn’t in our best interests to keep helping UNSCOM in this fashion.’
I had come to Israel to try and keep the SCE effort alive. The USA had
just killed it. As one of the young Israeli analysts explained, ‘We’ve been
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you in doing your job. You just won’t be given the same reports as us,
because of your lack of security clearance.’
I fingered the Israeli transcript. ‘Do you realize what you’re saying?
What I’m holding here is the raw data that would enable UNSCOM to
finally get its hands around the issue of concealment, and you’re giving
it away, with no way of knowing that what you’ll be ge�ing from the
Americans is the entire picture or not.’ I turned to Duelfer. ‘Remember
when, at the beginning, the US said that there was nothing of value in this
project? Over 900 hours of tape, and they couldn’t find anything of value?
What makes you so confident at this point in time that their analytical
capabilities have improved to such an extent that you can je�ison me and
my team, when we’re the ones who stuck with it and finally got the project
to produce a result?’
Butler replied for Duelfer. ‘It’s politics, Sco�. Sometimes we have to
se�le for the less than perfect scenario. In any case, we’ve been assured
that we will get the information we need, and that nothing will be held
back. You need to start looking at the big picture, and keep in mind that
while this may represent a personal setback for you, it is actually the best
means possible for moving the process forward.’
It seemed that I had just about overstayed my welcome as an inspector.
The only thing that kept me ‘viable’, and as such prevented my resignation,
was my continued working relationship with MI6. On 28 June, I was
asked by the Flyfisher to come over to his office for a meeting. In the
high-security area of the UK Mission’s twentieth-floor office, the British
spy passed me a file containing top-secret documents which detailed
reporting from a human source inside Baghdad who claimed Iraq was
hiding ballistic missile components in a Ba’ath Party headquarters in
downtown Baghdad.
I was carefully briefed by the Flyfisher that the intelligence contained
in this file was considered ‘extremely sensitive’, and that I should avoid
mentioning any names or organizational affiliation when preparing
inspection planning documents so as to protect the source providing
the intelligence. I was also told that the intelligence was considered
‘perishable’, and that if UNSCOM did not act on it within a period of a
few weeks, it should no longer be considered ‘actionable’.
Acting under these guidelines, I prepared inspection planning docu-
ments that described the Aadamiyah District Ba’ath Party as an ‘evacuation
site for Military Industrial Commission material and activities proscribed
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All those Lies
Looking back on the events that have transpired since UNSCOM le� Iraq, I
am sometimes struck by the irony of it all. For seven years, I and hundreds
of other dedicated arms-control professionals struggled to achieve an
objective that people said couldn’t be accomplished: disarming Iraq when
Iraq didn’t want to be disarmed. And then, more than six years a�er my
resignation, I turn on the television and see my former boss, Charles
Duelfer, issuing a report which concluded that Iraq had in fact disarmed
by the summer of 1991. Inspections had worked, a�er all. Why then did
the USA and its allies apparently feel so threatened by Iraq’s weapons of
mass destruction that they invaded the country in March 2003?
The establishment line is that decision-makers acted in good faith on
the basis of intelligence, which turned out to be faulty. The US Senate
Select Intelligence Commi�ee issued a report in July 2004 which placed
the blame not on the politicians who made the call, but rather on the CIA.
The Senators’ report was followed by a special commission appointed by
the US president himself, which also found the CIA’s pre-war assertions
about WMD in Iraq to be ‘dead wrong’. Similar reports from investigative
bodies in the UK, such as the Butler Commission, have reached the
same conclusion – the reason Iraq’s weapons capabilities were so grossly
exaggerated was that the intelligence services didn’t get the right
information.
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simply not the USA’s principal policy objective in Iraq a�er 1991. Regime
change was.
The CIA was designated as the principal implementer of this policy.
Therefore, when one looks at the March 2003 invasion of Iraq and the
subsequent removal from power of the government of Saddam Hussein,
the only conclusion that can be reached is that the CIA accomplished
its mission. Iraq was, in fact, a great intelligence victory, insofar as the
CIA, through its manipulation of the work of the UN weapons inspectors
and the distortion of fact about Iraq’s WMD programs, maintained the
public perception of an armed and defiant Iraq in the face of plausible and
plentiful evidence to the contrary. We now know that both the US and UK
intelligence services had, by July 2002, agreed to ‘fix the intelligence around
policy’. But the fact remains that, at least as far as the CIA is concerned,
the issue of ‘fixing intelligence around policy’ predates July 2002, reaching
as far back as 1992 when the decision was made to doctor the intelligence
about Iraqi SCUD missile accounting, asserting the existence of missiles
in the face of UNSCOM inspection results which demonstrated that there
were none.
As an American, I find it very disturbing that the intelligence services
of my country would resort to lies and deceit when addressing an issue
of such fundamental importance to the security of the USA. Intelligence,
to me, has always been about the facts. When intelligence is skewed to
fit policy, then the entire system of trust that is fundamental in a free and
democratic society is put at risk. Iraq, and the role of the CIA in selling the
war with Iraq, is a manifestation of such a breach of trust.
I have made it my responsibility to speak the truth about Iraq, based on
what I know – my firsthand experience and observations. Today, with the
CIA redra�ing its pre-war intelligence to make it appear consistent with
the fact that Iraq had disarmed by 1991, and that there were in fact no
weapons of mass destruction, or programs involved in the manufacture of
weapons of mass destruction, we are in danger of history likewise being
rewri�en. There is wide acceptance of the fact that the CIA is a profoundly
damaged institution, and there are many programs and initiatives
underway to try and remedy this. This makes it all the more important
to fully understand what happened in the past. We cannot ignore or run
away from difficult and inconvenient history. In writing this book, I have
gone on record about my personal experiences as a weapons inspector in
Iraq. I hope that in the process I have made some contribution to a be�er
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by sending out a female who had nothing hidden, but was frisked
by inspectors anyway. When the inspectors backed down, the Iraqi
intelligence service promptly hid documents on the female staff, and the
archive literally walked out past the unsuspecting eyes of the inspectors.
Personal conversation, author with involved Iraqi officials, December
2004.
2. UNSCOM Memorandum, ‘Meeting with General Amer Rashid, 17
August 1992’, 18 August 1992.
3. Le�er from Robert Gallucci, Assistant Secretary of State for Political
Military Affairs, to Ambassador Rolf Ekéus, dated 30 September 1992.
4. UNSCOM Note for the File, ‘Meeting with the Secretary-General, 14
October 1992’.
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Index
‘Concealment Mechanism Talking 152, 161, 162, 164, 169, 176, 219,
Points’ 210 225
Concealment Seminar 213 ‘Don, the’ 238, 239, 252, 280, 281
Cooper, Gordon 20, 23, 25, 43, 106, Duelfer, Charles 3, 85–7, 104, 117,
107, 123, 124 118, 126–9, 132, 134, 137, 180,
Council of Ministers 36, 37 182, 188, 193, 194, 196, 197, 199,
‘Counselor, the’ 103–5, 107, 122, 124, 202, 203, 210, 213–15, 221–3, 235,
126, 133, 137, 138, 146–9, 152, 236, 253, 256, 259, 261–5, 267–71,
153, 199, 288 277, 279, 280, 284–6, 289
counter-UNSCOM unit, Iraqi 154,
155, 156, 265 Ekéus, Rolf 6, 11, 13–15, 17, 18, 30–9,
‘Curveball’ 268, 290 42–4, 46–50, 52–4, 58, 61, 63–6,
73, 81, 82, 84, 85, 91, 92, 94–6, 98,
Dani, Lieutenant 145, 180, 283 99, 103, 104, 107, 110–15, 117–19,
Daura refinery 39 121, 125, 126, 129, 134, 135, 140,
Davies, Rachel 235, 236 141, 145, 147, 149–52, 156, 157,
‘Debbie’ 146, 147, 148 159, 160, 162, 164, 167–72, 174,
‘Defector Source 385’ (‘DS385’) 11, 176, 182, 186, 188, 193, 199, 205,
257 209–11, 213, 222, 224–6, 230, 231,
Defence Intelligence Staff (DIS) 134, 233–6, 242, 256, 258, 261
135, 146, 148, 177, 211, 236 ‘Engineer, the’ 137, 138, 203, 218–21
Defense Intelligence Agency 197, Englund, Douglas 9, 10, 11, 12, 15,
213, 257 16, 20, 30, 31, 41
‘Delta Force’ 12, 20, 55, 67, 68, 71, 78, External Affairs Division 116, 278,
107, 123, 136, 141, 221, 225, 237, 283
260, 273, 274 Eylan, Colonel 95, 136
Department of Defense, US 10, 203,
204 ‘Falconer, the’ 112, 113, 281
Department of Energy 17 Fargo, Admiral Thomas 273, 274,
Department of State 12, 17, 92, 204 276
Deputies Commi�ee 181, 182, 196, ‘Final Curtain’ 149, 150
203 ‘Flyfisher, the’ 239, 250, 281, 285
‘Desert Storm’, Operation 9, 18, 20, Foreign Intelligence Service,
24, 29, 39, 55, 65, 67, 68, 71, 82, Romanian (SIE) 250, 252
237, 257 ‘Foreign Training Group’ 123, 181
Deutch, John 125, 127, 163, 199 ‘Franky the Felon’ 25
Disarmament Affairs 44 ‘Fulcrum’ 258
Dobbs, Moe 55, 56, 58, 78, 79, 80, 81, ‘Fullback, the’ 281, 282
82, 106, 107, 115, 123, 140, 141,
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Gallucci, Bob 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 30, 72 245, 248, 249, 258, 259, 266, 274,
Gateway 16, 24, 63, 134, 141, 274 275, 278, 291
General Communications Hussein, Uday 166, 173
Headquarters, UK (GCHQ) 148,
212, 217 Indyk, Martin 85, 86
General Intelligence Department Information Assessment Unit (IAU)
120 17, 18, 20, 44, 235, 236
Gharbieh, Wi’am/’Gharbieh affair’ inspection modalities 168, 170, 171,
129, 130, 131, 132, 135, 238 182, 226, 242, 256, 273
Gilad, Brigadier General Amos 278 inspections, ‘forensic’ approach 234
Golan Heights 144 ‘science and logic’ approach
Gordon, General John 197, 203 234, 235
Great SCUD Hunt 12, 29 Intermediate Nuclear Forces (INF)
Gro�e, Rick 82–4 Treaty 9, 10
ground-penetrating radar (GPR) 73, International Atomic Energy
74, 77–80, 84, 104 Agency (IAEA) 5, 10, 12, 13, 111
Gulf War 12, 15, 27, 29, 30, 45, 46, 62, Iraq, March 2003 US invasion of
65, 78, 113, 159, 163 289, 291
Iraqi Airlines 26
Habbaniyah airfield 26, 56, 189 Iraqi Air Force 26
Hammarabi Armour Division 142 ‘Iraqi Concealment Mechanism: The
Hamzideh, Patrick 239 UNSCOM Model’ 213, 228
Harper, Charles 158, 239 Iraqi National Accord (INA) 162–4,
Herzaliya 99 238, 259
Hill, Roger 20, 22, 23, 50, 146, 165, Iraqi National Congress (INC) 128,
203, 204, 205, 225 259, 267, 290
Human Intelligence Service Iraqi National Standards Laboratory
(HUMINT) 257, 258 243
Hussein, King of Jordan 111, 112, Iraq Operations Group 128, 152,
119 162, 163
Hussein, Qusay Saddam 37, 38, 94, Israel 12, 13, 68, 91, 92, 94, 95, 96, 97,
110, 111, 114, 155, 200 98, 99, 100, 104, 105, 106, 107,
Hussein, Saddam 4–6, 9, 26, 27, 30, 109, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, 120,
32, 36–40, 42, 43, 45–7, 49, 60, 127, 130, 131, 132, 134, 135, 136,
65, 66, 75, 94, 101, 102, 109–12, 137, 144, 145, 146, 180, 181, 186,
114, 128, 131, 139–142, 145, 146, 188, 189, 199, 201, 212, 215, 252,
151–6, 162–9, 171–3, 175, 189, 267, 277, 278, 282, 283, 284
194, 195, 200, 201, 213, 214, 217, Israeli cooperation with UNSCOM
219, 226, 230, 231, 236, 238, 244, 92, 106, 107, 110, 129, 188, 228
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U-2 10, 24, 44, 45, 99, 100, 103, 104, (UNSCOM 227) 266, 272
105, 106, 116, 118, 127, 129, 135, UN Headquarters 14, 18, 174, 190,
136, 171, 180, 186, 188, 198, 199, 215, 216, 218
201, 205, 211, 212, 213, 216, 217, UN Security Council 1, 3–5, 9, 15,
218, 237, 238, 267, 277 19, 30–3, 35–7, 41, 42, 46, 47, 50,
UNSCOM inspections (UNSCOM 51, 59, 61, 63, 65, 66, 76, 79, 84,
16) 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 159, 257 85, 109, 111, 114, 126, 129, 141,
(UNSCOM 24) 20, 21, 24, 25, 27, 156, 162, 166–8, 182, 186, 191,
29, 30, 39, 92 196, 197, 202, 203, 210, 211, 213,
(UNSCOM 28) 33 220, 223, 224, 230–3, 235, 236,
(UNSCOM 31) 34, 35, 36, 38, 41, 240, 243, 247–51, 253, 255, 257,
42, 47 260, 261, 263, 267, 269–72, 279,
(UNSCOM 40) 43, 44, 49, 50, 52, 281, 286–8, 290
55, 141 Council resolutions (resolution
(UNSCOM 42) 56, 57, 59, 63, 64, 687) 4, 5, 6, 31, 62, 63, 77, 230
65, 66, 67, 69 (resolution 707) 32
(UNSCOM 45) 65, 66, 68, 72, 73, (resolution 715) 30, 31, 37, 111
74, 75, 77, 78, 221, 229 (resolution 1060) 166
(UNSCOM 63) 78, 84, 85, 104, (resolution 1115) 233, 235, 240,
219 247, 249
(UNSCOM 120) 118, 122, 123, (resolution 1134) 249
125, 133, 135, 140, 218 (resolution 1137) 249
(UNSCOM 143) 140, 141, 143,
146, 147, 149, 150, 151, 152, 154, VX nerve agent 215, 229
155, 162, 172, 173
(UNSCOM 150) 162, 164, 165, Washington 3, 14, 18–20, 41, 43, 63,
167, 168, 172, 176, 180, 186, 217, 64, 65, 72, 74, 76, 77, 82, 84, 85,
225 100, 103, 105, 106, 107, 122, 126,
(UNSCOM 155) 179, 181, 186, 128, 137, 150, 153, 170, 179, 180,
198, 217 181, 187, 209, 210, 211, 213, 218,
(UNSCOM 182) 202, 203, 209, 223, 253, 258, 267, 269, 271, 277
210, 211, 212, 213, 215, 221, 224, weapons of mass destruction
230, 232, 271 (WMD) 2, 4, 5, 9, 28, 29, 30, 35,
(UNSCOM 194) 226, 228, 231, 37–9, 42, 75, 96, 100–2, 105–7,
232, 233, 247, 257 109–14, 116, 117, 124, 139, 140,
(UNSCOM 201) 239, 241 143, 145, 151, 153–6, 158, 159,
(UNSCOM 207) 239, 241 184, 185, 194, 199, 200, 202, 204,
(UNSCOM 218) 260, 261, 263, 210, 211, 214, 215, 223, 225, 227,
264 228, 231–3, 236, 245–8, 253,
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257–9, 266, 270, 274, 277, 281, 163, 182, 194, 196, 197, 199, 201,
283, 289, 291 203, 204, 205, 209, 221, 271, 288
weapons programs, biological 86 Situation Room 182, 194, 196,
chemical 6, 20, 38, 43, 45, 61, 64, 197, 203, 221, 271
72, 74, 76, 86, 93, 113, 225, 229, West Wing 182, 196, 197
230, 254 Woolsey, James 85, 86, 125
missile 64, 73, 86
nuclear 5, 6, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 38, Ya’alon, Major General Moshe 136
61, 72, 76, 86, 93, 113, 114, 164,
241, 257 Ziferrero, Maurizio 111
White House 47, 48, 50, 66, 69, 128, ‘Zulu’ 221
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