Twelve days until Christmas! I have decided to launch a holiday giveaway. I will post a blog every day for the next 12 days. All you need to do to be entered in the giveaway is leave a comment about why you want to read my book http://www.amazon.com/View-From-Sixth-Floor-Oswald-ebook/dp/B00NPCZW6W. I will be choosing a winner every day for the next 12 days to receive a copy as a Kindle copy. On Christmas Eve I will choose one winner to receive a signed copy to be mailed. All I ask in return is an honest review posted to Amazon or Goodreads after you finish the book. I look forward to reading your comments and hope this is as much fun for you as it is for me. Good luck!!
Congratulations Carolyn Quinn. You are today’s winner of a Kindle copy of “View From the Sixth Floor: An Oswald Tale”. Please send me your e-mail address so I can gift you your book!
Marriage was not in my plans but it was in the plans of my government. Things had not gone as they had hoped. It was obvious I had not been accepted as a genuine defector. Perhaps marriage would add veracity to my claims. I began to pursue women. Maybe they sensed my desperation; desperation born of the desire to fulfill my duties. That should have been a clue when I finally met a girl who willingly dated me. Eventually we were married. I see no need to go into the details of that relationship other than to say it preceded my return to the US, along with my Russian wife and child. What happened to us as a family is personal and I choose to keep it that way as much as possible.
There was no problem getting back home and bringing my little family with me. Now the goals set for me had changed. I sensed a subtle difference in my handlers. They told me less and assigned me missions that made little or no sense to me. Suddenly everything was about Cuba, Castro, and the Cuban people. Instead of being undercover I was pushed right out front, making a public spectacle of myself. It didn’t feel right, it was very uncomfortable. At times I wasn’t even certain which side I was supposed to appear to be backing.
Throughout all of this there was occasional administration of drugs to “improve my memory”. I complained of being short tempered, blackouts, and sometimes loss of memory instead as opposed to improvement. I was told it was all perfectly normal.
People from my past were suddenly part of my present as I was required to re-connect with them. I never asked how my past relationships were known. I had come to believe nothing in my life was secret. Part paranoia, part truth.
Somewhere along on the line I was told there were concerns a group was planning to assassinate the President, John Kennedy. Various concerns were voiced by various groups. One day I was told one thing, a few days later a different story was told. Questions about the President’s security were raised. I was to infiltrate certain groups to see if I could learn their plans. In addition plans were discussed to test the security by staging a false assassination attempt. There were so many plans, so many ideas. My wife was having another child and I was consumed with concern for her and for my job. It was during this period that things began to get very bad. It may not have been the moment when I was chosen as a sacrifice for their goals but it was the time I began to feel something was very wrong.”