U.S. Embassay, Jakarta, Indonesia
Mike Stokey followed the sergeant from the Marine Security Guard Detachment into the embassy’s secure communication facility and plopped his notebook on the horseshoe-shaped table that formed the centerpiece of the stuffy room. “Any chance for a cup of American coffee, Sergeant? I’ve had about all the green tea I can stand for one lifetime.”
“No sweat, sir.” The sergeant nodded sympathetically and headed for the door. “The Gunny can’t stand that s**t either. He makes us keep a pot of Maxwell House brewing 24/7. I’ll get you a pot and a cup.”
Stokey eyed the sophisticated telephone console at the far end of the table: “When you get back with the coffee, I’ll need you to show me how to load and fire on this telephone thing. I need a secure line to the Sta
