"The Summer of '62"

February 16, 1961.

Cuba.

An extremely high altitude, RAF Canberra bomber spy plane flies over Cuba capturing pictures of Soviet MIG-15 fighters in crates being off-loaded in Havana harbor...

Ohio.

A postman knocks giving a special delivery envelope to Dorothy's mom, (Jennifer O'Neill) . She opens it and calls out to her:

"Honey, they are tearing down our summer house and found those photo albums you left in the attic!"

Dorothy, 41 walks down the stairs after taking a shower' "Oh darn! I Needed help to get them up there...I completely forgot when.."

Her mom hugged her before she could finish her sad words...

"I better go get them"

"Yes, you should"

Fort Bragg, North Carolina

Lieutenant Colonel Herman Raucher exited his USAF C-124 Globemaster II leading a long line of other "STRAC" Paratroopers. A clean, knife-edge exit, his T-7 parachute opens too quickly lacking later lines opening first, and after being jolted slips away from another Para who also lands but is dragged unable to work his dial-o-death release...Herman rushes to his canopy, collapses it, then turns the Dial-o-D and punches it releasing his parachute harness straps.

"Pay attention more next time in pre-jump, All American!"

 Jolted himself a bit, Herman shifts his M1 steel pot helmet a bit and out falls a picture...its Dorothy from that summer in '42... 

A pair of F-100 Super Sabres each with 4x 20mm autocannon, rockets and bombs scream overhead simulating close air support by live firing into a nearby impact range...

THE SUMMER of '62

The Summer Beach House

Pulling up to the beach in his sports car, Herman in Class "A" uniform with jump boots sees construction equipment and DON'T TRESPASS signs.

His heart sinks. So many memories.

Flashback to the Summer of '42 montage scenes.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/z903z1IrkyRn/

Taking charge as he was taught to do...he walks up to the 1st worker..

"Who is in charge here?"

Dazzled by his badges and insignia..."I am. General."

"You mean Lieutenant Colonel"

"Right. What can I do for you, SIR?"

"Who owns this house, why are you tearing it down?"

"Orders. City ordinance Fire hazard."

"Have you consulted with the owners?"

"ASK HER!"

Herman walks into the house. Dorothy is struggling to lift the boxes.

"Damn these things are heavy...too bad H.."

"Need a hand?"

Dorothy looks up and is stunned..she can't believe it!

She drops her box.

They rush to each other and embrace.

"Hermie!"

"That is me"

"You're all grown up--a PARATROOPER too!"

"Lieutenant Colonel Paratrooper"

"My hero"

They kiss like no time has ever passed.

The Beach

Laying together in their hotel room, doors open to the beach...

Hermie gets an idea.

"Let's go for a bike ride"

"We only have one bike"

"Never ride tandem?"

Hermie teaches her how to sit on the handlebars and rest her feet on the front wheel axle protrusions...

https://www.bitchute.com/video/C6UtI0E6wko2/

Later that Night...

Holding each other close in bed...

"I have to go tomorrow...BIG OPERATION they want me to advise some newbies"

"Is it dangerous?"

"Shouldn't be..."

"I couldn't take it losing you...not like..."

Hermie kissed her quiet.

"I PROMISE YOU I WILL NOT DIE. It might take a while to get back to you..."

"I'll make sure you do..."

They embrace.

Secret Honduras Air Base

Officers sitting around a table in a large tent.

"I don't like it. Why don't we just seize & hold what we can say the island of Palms down here?"

LTC Raucher points at the "Isle of Palmas" on the topographical map.

CIA thug handler Frank Sturgis and USMC Colonel Jack Hawkins (Haskins) stand up.

"Are you calling us idiots?"

"If the boots fit, wear them"

"We have to start the insurrection against Castro so we need to be able to easily reach Havana"

"Why this flat open bay? Why not near the Sierra Maestro mountains so you can do guerrilla war hit & run and be airdrop resupplied?"

"We need the air strip there. We have no fighter air cover."

Raucher was aghast.

"You're telling me we got no fighter escort me and my Brigade 2506 Paratroopers from here to Cuba"?

"That's right. We expect to wipe-out the Castro Air Force on the ground".

"No smart person thought to maybe tow a pair of F-86 Sabres behind our transports like we did gliders during the war?"

"Great idea...no time for it."

www.combatreform.org/airbornebayofpigs.htm

"If you don't get all the Cuban fighters, then what?"

"We have a line to the White House...if he doesn't send us A-4 SkyHawks from the nearby carrier we can show the world he's weak on Communism".

"Hell of a way to make a political statement".

"Above our pay grade, Colonel".

The Jump

 Inside a darkened C-46 Commando...the RED light goes on and LTC Raucher's Paras stand-up and hook up...

GREEN LIGHT

GO! GO! GO!

They jump into the night sky onto Cuba below...

Armed with a Johnson Light Machine Gun, Raucher PLFs and gets out of his harness ready to fire...but what if Castro drops artillery on them? They have nowhere to break contact and take cover if they had dropped into the mountains....

The Disaster

As day breaks, the USMC ill-advised amphibious small boat landings are caught in the open and strafed by Cuban SeaFire fast prop, fighter-bombers. The 2506 Air Force's B-26 Invaders have had their rear guns removed to save weight for fuel conservation range are getting picked off and turned into flaming fireflies by the Cuban Air Force's chief pilot Estello Rodriguez in a T-33 straight-wing trainer jet with twin .50 caliber heavy machine guns.  Swept-wing F-86s would have flamed the T-33--had there been any.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/p3emrV0l2OTz/

The 2506 cargo ship named after CIA agent George Bush's wife is hit by a bomb, explodes with all their ammunition cooking off...Castro calls in all his forces to converge on the beach head with Soviet supplied turretless SU-122 and T-34/85 medium tanks--the scourge in Korea just 11 years earlier..

Brigade 2506 is better equipped than TF Smith and has M41 Walker light tanks that explode the Cuban tanks one-by-one as well as mow down their walking infantry...but for how long?

All their ammunition went up in the Barbara and the Playa Giron airstrip is hardly safe to land on...

Che Guevara, Castro's indestructible hatchet man grabs the radio set from him;

"Concentrate all artillery fires!...where?"

He runs his finger down the map...

"Every inch of dry land at Playa Giron...the Yankees will say the 'Bay of Pigs'"

Both men laugh.

The Surrender

A pair of delta-wing, A-4 Skyhawks pounce Rodriguez's T-33 but don't fire their 20mm cannon--Rodriguez waggles his straight wings in mockery and dives away to pounce on a B-26 flown by Alabama Air National Guardsmen below strafing Cuba encirclement tanks below...

The ammo-less Brigade 2506 freedom fighters are rounded up in their USMC pattern jungle camouflage fatigues and marched to a school turned into a prison...

Ohio

Dorothy knew something was terribly wrong the minute Herme was butt stroked and captured thousands of miles away...falling to her knees in prayer she begged God to save him...so upset she couldn't say anything but "Help!". 

Torture...and more Torture

Indignant Cubans dragged Raucher beaten unconscious to his arm shackled...

As he came to, he heard the cries of others being beaten like he was...

This went on without end day & night...he didn't even remember when he ate last....

The Missionary

"I must see these men! It's the Christian thing to do!"

The warden, a staunch Catholic turned Communist saw no problem.

"These men are going to die soon. No one know they are here...they better say their prayers...."

The Gideons International missionary saw LTC Raucher hanging by his arms wrists shackled to the wall...

"Let me see this man!"

The guard reluctantly unchans his wrists as he drops to the floor...

"He's a Yankee spy. He is to be shot soon. Don't waste your time on a Gringo".

Cupping his head, the missionary gives him a drink of water from his metal flask.

It sure tasted good, thought LTC Herman Raucher, U.S. ARMY, no one knows he's a P.O.W....

"God told me to come see you in a dream...save your strength..."

"They are going to kill all of us advisors...plausible deniability..."

"Your prayers have been heard..."

"Get a message to Dorothy..."

Herme remembered her address because he memorized it when they departed so he'd not forget to write...

"Mandell...100 Stern Street, Canton Ohio"

The Message

As soon as she prayed the small, still voice of the Holy Spirit that is with all John 3:16 Christians answered her.

"Be ready to act when the message comes".

Dorothy didn't actually hear the words just the thought.

The next day, the door bell rang.

The Western Union messenger gave her the telegram:

"I'm a POW in Cuba; SCHOOL near Bay of Pigs, tell Eglin AFB, love you forever"

She dropped the letter and ran to get her packed bag and address book...

She thought to herself...Her husband had met a liaison pilot at Eglin..a RAF pilot friend who seduced gals for the British spy agency....Bond...James Bond...that's right that's him!

Opening her USA road map she plotted her course to Eglin Air Force Base from the nearest airport in Mobile, Alabama...if she hurried she might make the red-eye flight...

Eglin AFB

The RAF Canberra bomber landed and Commander James Bond (Toby Stephens) got out from its cramped confines with a briefcase with TOP SECRET photos just taken and developed in Bermuda.

Taken swiftly by jeep and guard to the secure facility showing his MI6-SIS badge, he enters and opens the briefcase still chained to his wrist to the assembled STRATCOM officers.

"You really cocked this one up! The Soviets are sending offensive ballistic missiles to Cuber--your President calls it?"

"No way!

"Where is your proof?"

Bond spreads the crisp black & white photos on the table.

"RAF Canberra yesterday at high noon. No shadows. Clearly SSM-2s under tarps off-loaded onto trucks from this Soviet freighter. I just flew in on the same plane".

The assembled men gasped.

"We can't invade secretly...the CIA botched that idea up..."

Bond thought to himself....

"How about get me and a team in using one of those B-26es? We'll blow them up, get out no one will know we were there..."

"Too risky. We still have our men there. The world and the President doesn't know they are there..."

"Are you going to TELL your Commander-in-Chief?"

"Director Dulles doesn't think it prudent might make the CIA look bad..."

"The Agency?"

Bond scoffed, the Air Force men laughed.

"Any worse than it looks now?"

"Dulles thinks he might get fired by Kennedy..."

"He looks like he's still director..."

The Front Gate

Dorothy was stopped by the guard demanding she show some kind of papers.

She showed the telegram from the missionary.

The guard called someone on the phone.

A sedan with a junior officer appeared. He got out.

"Let her through. Follow me, Miss Mandell".     

Arriving at the STRATCOM HQs building, 1LT Daniels escorted Dorothy to the war room.

"What are you doing Lieutenant? Bringing your girlfriend here? This isn't open house?"

"I thought you needed to hear her. She has proof that the Commies are holding one of our guys".

"This is above your pay grade"

"I AM paid to think, yes?"

Dorothy introduced herself and related her news but they said their hands were tied.

She walked away scarcely containing her tears.

Bond excused himself and said he'd escort her out.

As he opened her door she looked up at him and saw something amazine...a twinkle...she said nothing...

"I knew your husband in the war. I'm actually Royal Navy. He must have been talking about Roald--he writes children's stories now. You look as beautiful as the picture he showed me. I am so sorry about him...but...I think we can do something for your 'Herme' ehh LTC Raucher...meet me at the Sheraton Hotel bar at 7pm tonight...make sure you are not followed...continue to look sad and drive away..WE ARE BEING WATCHED!"

Quick on the up-take, Dorothy drove away.    

The Plan

Looking fabulous in his black tuxedo, Bond gambled a bit and then took his drink to a booth where he could covertly see who enters and waited.

She arrived as if out of central casting in a black, deep plunging evening gown; she spotted Bond and he sat up as she sat down.

She help up a long white cigarette in a holder and Bond gave her a light as she exhaled a jet of smoke.

"I suppose you have a PLAN, Mr. Bond?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do...I was working along similar lines..."

"Your man is not far from the airfield we once held...I know a guy who flew in there one time before the Free Cubans were surrounded and captured...a little eccentric fellow..."

"The what?"

"You and I unfold bicycles and ride to where they cut sugar cane each morning before it gets too hot. We kill their guards, snatch & grab your guy, get back to the plane...take-off for Florida...piece of cake..."

"I don't know if I can kill anyone"

"You will if you LOVE him!"

The Train-Up

Q was dressed in Bermuda shorts but would much rather be in cooler Bermuda than Humid Fort Walton Beach, Florida.

"This is the masterpiece of British engineering, the Birmingham Small Arms or BSA folding bicycle."

Dorothy laughed.

"Is there something funny my dear? How do you propose otherwise getting from the airstrip to the sugar cane fields before the entire Castro army converges on you?"

"It's OK, Q. Just jitters...she's never done this before..."

"What? Ride a bike?"

Bond laughed himself.

"Noooo...executed a snatch & grab".

"Ohh. May I continue?"

"Please" surrendered Dorothy.

Q showed how to fold & unfold it.

"I figured you know how to RIDE it. You'll have two."

Q then showed a heavy body armor chest plate.

"This is to protect you; it's Russian. The SM-42. It'll stop rifle bullets. Wear it in your hotel rooms to get used to it. You'll have 4--one for each of you and your sweetheart..."

Next, Q showed them their guns.

"This is the new Sterling 9mm Sub-Machine Gun (SMG). Much improved reliability over the Sten".

Bond winced.

"I certainly hope so".

Q showed how to load/unload the Sterling then Bond hovered over her to show her how to hold it and aim with both eyes open at the nearby target.

"Aim Point LOW so the bullets rise into your man...walk them into him"

Dorothy fired as instructed and ripped the target in half.

"Good shooting! We're going to need it".

Bond took his turn, then Q.

"For longer-ranging firepower...the amazing Armalite AR-10 shooting full-sized 7.62mm x 51 NATO bullets single or full automatic...the wanker CIA has let Castro get his hands on some of them...."

https://modernfirearms.net/en/assault-rifles/u-s-a-assault-rifles/armalite-ar-10-eng/

They all familiarized themselves with both guns as well as zeroing them to shoot tight groups... 

"Your AR-10 will remain with your plane to defend it...."

Q thought it time to ask... 

"How are you going to get a plane? That's above my capabilities these days???"

"I'm working on it..."

Bond turned to Dorothy.

"When I call for you dress for like going camping...there's an open house with live-fire demonstration this Saturday..."

Air Show

Bond instructed her to the air show and mosey her way to the restricted flight line where it was roped off and guarded by an Air Force Security Policeman (SP)...

Watching the air show thru binoculars, a strange man with bushy eyebrows in khakis and a military beret appeared...

"You must be Dorothy? I'm David Ferie" (Joe Pesci).

"How did you know?"

"James said look for the most beautiful woman in the world. You're hard to miss!".

Dorothy laughed...

The announcer boomed over the crowd...

"Now the highlight of the show the live-fire demonstration...today we have the brand-new ON-MARK B-26 Invader bristling with machine guns, rockets and bombs flown by our own 1LT Daniels and Royal Navy exchange officer, James Bond..."

1LT Daniels and Bond walked by Dorothy and David but he stopped, kissed her and whispered in her ear...

"Tell LT Daniels you are going into labor and get the security guard to get the jeep..."

Daniels heard her request and seduced by her beauty ordered the guard to get the jeep.

Bond decked him with a punch to the jaw.

"Let's go!""

Bond, Dorothy, Ferie rushed to the B-26 and started pre-flight and engines...taxiing to the runway....taking off on cue...

The announcer boomed:

"There goes the new B-26 Invader!"

Instead of returning back to do a live fire demo, Bond and Ferie banked out into the Gulf of Mexico for...Cuba... 

1LT Daniels was having a pleasant daydream with Dorothy as the SPs found him laying on the tar mac...

Back in the cockpit, Bond and Dorothy were blackening their faces...

They landed lights off in total darkness expertly flown by Ferie...

"You guys 'n gals come back in one piece, k?"

 "We plan to just after daybreak...start the engines at 0900 hours no matter what--and wait no more than 15 minutes...take-off if we're not there".

"Aye, Aye, Sir!"

Bond and Dorothy unfolded their bikes to wait for the morning work detail...

Whistle While You Work

As dawn rose, simmering the sugar cane fields, Bond and Dorothy were waiting, 9mm round in chamber...straight trigger fingers...

It was around 0700 hours...

They heard whistling as the guards mocked their prisoners walking in shackles...

3x guards...one in front and back, and a NCO or officer in the middle..

Bond whispered...

"I'll shoot the boss. You shoot the guy in front...don't miss...empty the mag if you have to..."

"WILCO!".

Now within 30 meters, Bond nodded to Dorothy and cut-down the boss as Dorothy gunned her man down...stunned...Bond motioned her to her feet...

The Soldier prisoners knew to hit-the-deck...

The tail end charlie was out of range dropping his rifle...

VERY BAD NEWS!

Bond bellowed out:

"LIEUTENANT COLONEL Raucher?"

"Raucher?"

"I'm here. Are you from the resistance? CIA?"

Bond laughed.

"What resistance? What CIA?"

"Then who are you?"

Dorothy beckoned..

"It's me! Dorothy!"

"What the hell????" he couldn't believe it.

They embraced and kissed.

"No time for that! Get your ass on the bike!"

"You cycle, Dorothy...I'm too pooped"

Understanding her man was underfed and tortured she said not a word as Herme sat on the front tube feet on front axle and off they went to the air strip...

As they started to get close the Cuban mortars began landing....

BLOOOMP! BLOOMP! KARUMMP! KARUMPP!

"They are getting our range...pedal faster!"

Arriving at the Invader; engines already running 09:05....Ferie was relieved...

The Great Escape

Dorothy and Hermie drop their bike and run to the B-26 as Bond already dismounted from his BSA folding paratrooper bike, empties his last Sterling 9mm SMG magazine into a line of Cuban thugs peering out from the road embankment.

Dropping his SMG slung now slung at his side, Bond sprints to the Invader, ducks under its wings and jumps up and onto Dorothy & Hermie forward past the bomb bay opening...

"Hi there!"

Dorothy screams:

"Close the doors David!!"

Ferie pulls the lever to raise the bomb bay doors as bullets rip through the fuselage.

Gunning both engines to full power, Dorothy, Herme and Bond are tossed back as the Invader picks up speed down the Cuban highway...

More gunfire cracks in the distance as Ferie rotate the rose and lifts off...speeding out over the Bay of Pigs...

They are safe!

OR ARE THEY?

Running the Gauntlet...

High overhead, Commandante Rodriguez in his infamous T-33 is scanning for a low-flying B-26 over the blue waters...its shiny bare aluminum finish a poor choice of non-camouflage that will cost them dearly...

Herme donned his hard body armor and took station in the rear turret gunner's seat...

Bond bellowed back;

"You know how to use this thing?"

Ferie interrupted: "Bandit 6 o'clock!"

Diving down from the sun, Rodriguez should have had them but the shiny B-26 aluminium reflected into his eyes ruining his aim...his bullets stitched rows in the water...

"He's coming around for another pass"

Bond told Ferie to turn in to him and fire his rockets and nose guns...

As the Invader banked, Dorothy was thrown to the left side...

The two planes approached head-on...

Ferie fired his multiple Ma Deuces and Bond let off the rockets....

Rodriguez's T-33 exploded in a fiery gasoline ball and was no more...

Some of his bullets did stitch through and hit Dorothy but her SM-42 saved her...she was knocked out...

Ferie banked towards Florida and Eglin AFB; Bond knew he was in for a royal court martial...

Calling in a MAY DAY! emergency so an ambulance would be waiting....Ferie lined up for a straight-in approach...cleared by the tower...

Control Tower

A silver T-33 whizzed by...

"Who is that?" asked the head ATC man...

"I didn't clear any T-33s to land, the shot-up B-26 is coming in..."

Ferie lowered the gear when Raucher saw the dot behind them started glowing...

"We are being fired on!"

Raucher knew that the Cuban pilot was the WINGMAN wanting and waiting coolly for his revenge..knowing the Free Cuban B-26es had no tail guns...

He was wrong.

Raucher opened up with his twin .50s reticle superimposed over the firing T-33 which caught fire, trailed smoke then somersaulted into a fireball into the Florida swamps below...

The White House

Going public with his story, LTC Raucher knew his careeer in the MILINCOMP was now over but the CIA couldn't kill him: Americans were being held captive in Cuba.

Now the CIA's lies were debunked.

Dorothy and him were invited to the White House by the 1st Lady, Jackie Kennedy to a dinner ball. 

Meeting her and the President they looked like the elegant couple in white dress uniform and evening gown.

"So now we have to buy those boys back. Thanks for what you did, Colonel"

"Yes, Mr. President but my career is over..."

President Kennedy laughed.

"Oh, I don't know, my Ambassador to France, Lieutenant--GENERAL Gavin wants you on his staff..." 

Dorothy gleamed.

"Paris I've always wanted to go".

Jackie gave her a knowing look.

Bond was at the time back on a slow freighter back to London. Ferie was fired from Eastern Airlines and needed work running arms in to Cuba...

THE END

EPILOGUE

Unfortunately, President Kennedy didn't immediately fire Allen Dulles who used his position as CIA director for the rest of 1961 to start the murder conspiracy ending with the former's horrible death by group ambush at the latter's signature Dulles, Texas L-shaped killing zone.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/x7Ij7YbZAN2L/

www.combatreform.org/THEJFKRESEARCHSITE

The B-26 became the A-26 and was very successful in Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam destroying Vietnamese resupply trucks along the Ho Chi Minh trails. Later because use to fight forest fires:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/VZRublVr2ZQE/

LTC Raucher became Colonel and retired from the Army before the Vietnam war was lost in 1975. Dorothy and him had a son and a daughter and live happily on the beach in Virginia to the present day. 

Ferie became entangled in the Dulles JFK murder conspiracy and was murdered to silence him.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/kHcqHuXGNsh8/

Bond returned to duty at MI6-SIS as agent "007" and tried to warn President Kennedy of his CIA danger through his Pinewood and Hollywood connections to no avail.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/Klc6FXYSrqot/

A sad end to a gallant man.

John 3:16

Semper Airborne!

James Bond is REAL