reconnaissance is our reason for being. Collecting and confirming the intel data. Being the commanderâs eyes and ears. This is a deep reconnaissance mission. End of discussion?â
âEnd of discussion, sir,â he agreed. He sat down again, squatting on the hard concrete, and opened up his notebook.
4
âArâar, Saudi Arabia
They reconvened in the same room after dusk; though since there were no windows and the lights stayed on round the clock, night meant nothing to Gault, who was used to sleeping through the hours of light. When he could sleep at allâ¦this close to the runway, the concrete-block walls hardly muffled the howl and roar of aircraft taking off. So that now and then they had to stop and just look at one another while the ceiling vibrated and no word could be heard over the engines of American vengeance.
When he came in, he saw someone had liberated a folding table and a handful of chairs. As Gault came to attention Lieutenant Colonel Paulik pointed to one. He took it silently, squared his notebook in front of him, and looked toward where an overhead projector faced one of the unadorned walls.
The navy was there too, the tall officer whoâd arrived that afternoon, and three people heâd never seen before, a women and two men. One of the men was in civvies. The other man and the woman were in battle dress cammies. The guyâs service component tag said US Air Force, the womanâs US Army.
Paulik cleared his throat. He introduced the female officer as Major Maureen Maddox, from Fort Detrick. The men were Major Anthony Bice and Mr. CharlesProvanzano. âMajor Bice is a Middle East specialist from the Defense Intelligence Agency. Mr. Provanzanoâs aâ¦civilian advisor to CINCCENT. Theyâre here to help us plan the mission.â
Gault said, âDo they know the team leader plans recon missions, sir?â
âWe know that, Gunny. But they have background I think youâll want to hear.â He waited and, since Gault didnât say anything else, looked at Bice. âWhy donât you kick off, Major?â
Bice stood. Gault noted his knife-edged, starched desert battle dress, the brand-new leather boots that would destroy his feet in two days in the field.
âIâm Tony Bice, out of Riyadh. Iâve been asked to come out here and background you on what little we have on this thing. Thisâll be top secret.â He slipped transparencies from an envelope and clicked the projector on. The first slide said simply, â985.â
âFor security reasons, the Iraqis give numbers to their weapons development projects. We believe â985â is their Manhattan Project. That is, a highly classified program aimed at production of nuclear weapons.
âSaddam started his effort to develop what he calls âAslihatel dammar ashammelâ âroughly, weapons of mass deathâin the nineteen seventies. The Russians refused to help him, but he had more luck with the French. They built the Osirak reactors, later called Tammuz I and II. His plan was to breed plutonium in them. But the Israelis bombed them in 1981. That set the clock back to zero.
âWhen the war with Iran started, Iraqi atomic research stopped. But in 1987 Saddam gave it priority again.
âYou may know there are two ways to get to the bomb: breeding plutonium in a reactor, or enriching uranium to a high concentration of fissionable isotope. This time they decided to produce their own weapons-grade uranium. They bought raw ore using various cover stories. This slide shows where it came fromâBrazil, Portugal,and Nigerâand how much was in each shipment. The totalâs at least six hundred tons. Thereâs also some domestic mining going on up north, at Sarsenk, close to the Turkish border.
âTurning uranium ore to raw metalâs not that big a deal. But enriching uranium by gas diffusion took us and the Russians and the Chinese enormous