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THE CLOSE CALL


CLOSE CALL HEROS
JUST MISS SADDAM



by Fintan Dunne, Editor BreakForNews.com
Research by Kathy McMahon
21st December, 2003

On a night in early September 2003, the dictator was only moments from capture. The romantic duo closing in on him were U. S. military manhunter, Col. James Hickey, and Times reporter, Marie Colvin. Read and wonder what might have been.
 


If you are one of those cynical conspiracy theorists, your jaw may drop to discover what Marie Colvin reported in Britain's Sunday Times back in September, 2003.

Colvin, an American based in Britain, is a well-connected, award-winning foreign reporter with a penchant for flowery, dramatic writing. Like this description of Yasir Arafat's plane: "hurtling through the star-pocked blackness of the desert night." Indeed.

It must go with her personality. Colleague, Maggie O'Kane lampooned her stay in Baghdad, writing that fearing a gas attack, Colvin had "kept a yellow canary in her room like a heroine from a Sebastian Faulks novel."

Colvin is wasted on current affairs. There is a wartime romance novelist in her, just bursting to get out. She is fixated on the life of legendary war reporter Martha Gellhorn. That might explain echoes of Gelhorn's relationship with Ernest Hemmingway in Colvin's meeting with Col. Hickey.

But it's her report's content -not style- which startles. It's positively spooky, as you will see.

THE GIFT OF PROPHECY

Marie Colvin's 7th, September report from Tikrit, Iraq was headlined: "Search for Saddam reaches graveyards, farmyards." She was writing from the "epicentre" of the manhunt. A hunt led by the vocally swaggering Colonel James Hickey, commander of 1st Brigade, 4th Infantry Division.

"I'm ready. If he's here, he's got a problem," Col. Hickey had said.

The tough guy veneer is misleading. Hickey is a good foot shorter than he sounds. But Colvin is buying it all.

In her fawning tale, Hickey comes over as a cross between Wyatt Earp and Rambo. A man with a mission.

Do you recall the location of Saddam's final hideout? Media reports recounted that his "spider-hole" was ironically just across the river Tigris from the sumptuous Saladin Palace which Saddam himself had built.

You'll never guess where Hickey had set up the headquarters for his manhunt operation. According to Colvin's article it was based in:
"a marble-floored palace that Saddam built
  overlooking the Tigris River
."
Oh, dear. That spoils the image somewhat. It makes Hickey look less a liberator, and more like a Yankee version of the previous dictator.

And, how do Col. Hickey and his loyal staff relax, in the quiet of the evening after a hard day's manhunting? Colvin reports that:
"His officers shoot doves off the veranda at dusk and Hickey sometimes stands there at night, looking out at lights in the farms across the river and thinking of bigger prey. "
Wow! This means Hickey is gazing out at the actual farms, on one of which, Saddam will three months later be caught! If only he knew. But, hold on. There's more. Colvin writes:
"[Hickey] believes he has come very close to Saddam, although he will not say how close. "There is a high probability that this old man is in my area of operations," Hickey said last week. "
Oh! this is nail-biting stuff. Saddam is even closer than Hickey thinks and yet he does not realize. It makes you want to reach back in time, tap him on the shoulder and yell: "You're right Hickey! Saddam's on one of those farms right over there. Go get him!"

But wait. There's even more.
Colvin continues:
"Hickey calculates that the modest farms below are more likely to hide Saddam than any villa. "
Oh God! I can't take this anymore. Hickey, for crying out loud, Saddam is just across the river. Follow your gut feelings, man. What's the point of being this perceptive and yet not acting on your instincts?

I mean... There's Marie Colvin, reporters notebook in hand, intently jotting down your musings, while noting your manly profile in the autumnal Iraqi moonlight. And you do? Nothing. Just ramble on and on.

Which means her report ends anticlimactically like this:
"...Coalition forces will face danger for as long
  as Saddam is out there...
"
When, if only you had trusted your instincts Hickey, her report could have ended spectacularly, like this:
"...Those farms below are more likely to hide Saddam than any villa," notes Hickey, pondering his next move.

In the distance on the farther riverbank, a tiny light briefly twinkles. Perhaps a simple peasant having a smoke. Hickey suddenly turns from the scene -his features aglow with some unspoken inspiration.

"What would you say to a Pulitzer prize, Marie?" he asks, with a wild sparkle in his eyes.

And while I am still floundering for a reply, he has already taken me firmly by the arm and steered us out off the veranda, across his office and down the pale marble staircase.

"Where are we going," I stammer disconcertedly.

Before he eventually replies, we are sitting in his army issue jeep outside the Palace door, his finger poised on the vehicle's starter button.

"Just a hunch," confides Hickey, resolve now in his eyes. "But my hunches have served me well before. Stay close to me and keep quiet. We must be quick."

The jeep's engine fires roughly, and we are off. Bouncing down the dirt track towards the bridge over the Tigris, with the wind tossing my hair. Beside me a seemingly crazed commander wrestles the wheel as we lurch around potholes.

Crossing the bridge, Hickey douses the headlights and kills the engine, then reflexively checks that his gun is in it's holster.
We coast silently across the mighty Tigris with only the cloud-obscured moon for light.

Once across, Hickey wrenches the wheel to one side and we head up the riverbank. He seems bound for that flickering light we had seen not two minutes before.

The jeep coasts to a halt. Then it's Hickey leading as we tiptoe along the river in the gloom.

Within moments he spots a tiny red glow just ahead and motions me to stop. I can make out a burly form on the bank just yards ahead, smoking. I turn to Hickey, but he is gone, as noiselessly as a prowling cat.

Then I observe a second form creep up behind the silent smoker, just as the moon glides out from behind a cloud to illuminate the scene in a ghostly glow.

"Drop that cigar, Saddam," says Hickey softly, "and keep your hands where I can see them."

I gasp in surprise as the startled former dictator spins round. For it is none other than Saddam himself, now peering to identify his challenger.

"Hickey!," he spits out with venom. "I might have known it would be you.... "

"Don't do anything stupid," warns Hickey, angling his drawn weapon so it glints in the moonlight. "I'll kill you if you make me, or wing you like a cur, but either way... I'm taking you in."

Saddam's face contorts, his gaze flicking this way and that as the realization sets in that he is cornered. Crouched in the nearby bushes, I hear him let out a great sigh, and his shoulders droop.

He slowly brings the cigar to his lips and draws one last time --long and deep. Then he tosses it over his shoulder. The stub hisses as it strikes the water and is carried away.

"I thought hiding right under your nose would be the smart play, says Saddam, exhaling. "Looks like I got it wrong."

"No Saddam," replies Hickey's calm measured tone, "I admit it was a sly move. I only began to figure it all out a few minutes ago. Then you lit that cigar and suddenly my instincts clicked. It all fell into place."

"Now, move!", continues Hickey, the steel in his voice again as he gestures with the gun.

And that's how it ended. The world's most wanted man, trudging along the riverbank. Behind, Hickey covering him as his free arm rested casually on my waist.

"Hope you weren't too scared," he said softly. "I didn't have time to explain."

"Just a little," I whispered, gazing into eyes that seemed to know everything. "But not now.... Not now."

We made our way back to the jeep, and to a world that was never going to believe what an incredible night I just had.
I'm almost moved to tears.

You see, Hickey, that's how it could have been. You had it all figured out back in September. You knew exactly where Saddam was, almost to the very farm, yet did nothing.

Now, I know some of you are cynical conspiracy theorists. I know some of you will only scoff at my romantic inclinations.

"Please don't ask us to believe," you will say, "that Saddam is dumb-ass enough to set up house just minutes from the hunt HQ. "

"And don't expect us to swallow," you might continue, "that when Colvin tells us that Hickey reckons Saddam is exactly where he was found three months later, that it's prophetic or a coincidence. Those two Yanks were laying a line on us! Prophetic, my ass!"

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. Although I must admit it's not the first time Colvin has been accused of being a mouthpiece for one side in a war.
That goes with being a war correspondent, I suppose.

But I fail to see...
[...one moment...]

Oh my God!
Maybe you are right.
I just discovered something.

Colvin pops up again on the very day that Saddam was pronounced captured. And she helped launch a conspiracy theory, believe it or not!

MYSTERIOUS MISTRESS

She had just interviewed Saddam's mistress turned second wife, Samira Al-Shahbandar. The interview was published on the day the Saddam capture made world news. It was so incredibly timely it was republished the following day in London and Australia.

Colvin told how Samira had fled to Beirut under an assumed name, with $5 million in cash and a box of gold bars --parting gifts from Saddam.

The Sunday Times had traced Samira through a nephew of Saddam in Baghdad --where nephews of Saddam who know the whereabouts of his wife are a dime a dozen.

The most important part of the interview was in the headline and first paragraph:
Saddam makes weekly phone calls to his wife
December 14, 2003
Marie Colvin, Beirut

   
THE second wife of Saddam Hussein and his only surviving son are living in Lebanon under assumed names and receive a telephone call or a letter from the ousted Iraqi dictator at least once a week.

"If he cannot say something in detail on the telephone, I know I will receive a letter in two to three days giving me an explanation,'' she said
.

However Colvin admits that she herself did not interview Samira:
"Samira met a representative of The Sunday Times in La Cottage, a restaurant in Ba’albeck, near Beirut."
Colvin's article kicked off a conspiracy theory, when Saudi newspaper Okaz claimed next day that Samira had betrayed Saddam. As explained in an article on the Middle East Media Research Institute:
"It is possible," writes Okaz, that "for delivering the head of her husband she will receive the award of $25 million.....,"

Okaz's theory is allegedly supported by an interview with Samira Al-Shahbanar which fortuitously appeared in the Sunday Times of London on December 14 and appeared the subsequent day in the London-based Arabic daily Al-Sharq Al-Awsat.....

Okaz suspects that the conversations were tapped by the U.S. intelligence, and said that the last conversation was prolonged by Al-Shahbandar to give the Americans added time to pinpoint Saddam's hiding place.
"
And so the conspiracy theory is up and running. Yet, even a moment's consideration will tell you that making regular telephone calls under the watchful eyes of US satellites would be madness.

It is inconceivable that Saddam would be so stupid. That anyone would.



A TANGLED WEB IS WOVEN

Marie Colvin seems to have played the same role twice:

First she interviews Col. Hickey and recounts his rambling thoughts.

Which provides plausibility for Saddam's subsequent capture.

Then she puts her name to an interview with Saddam's former mistress, airing claims of phone calls from Saddam.

Which provides plausibility for Saddam's imminent capture.

Both interviews helped confirm most people's automatic acceptance that Saddam has been captured. But, as revealed in Part 1 and Part 2 of this series of articles, that assumption is false. The Saddam Hussein capture was a fake.

And there has been a deliberate campaign to flesh out the bare bones of the 'capture' with carefully arranged supporting details and a number of false-trail conspiracy theories.

Our investigation widens in the next article in the series.

Because, this gets curiouser and curiouser.

Indeed, one might even say it's downright spooky.

In every sense of that word.

Intro Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Next article 23rd December on WagKingdom.com

REFERENCES:
Saddam makes weekly phone calls to his wife
Saddam's wife in gold ... and exile
Search for Saddam reaches graveyards, farmyards

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SEE ALSO PART 1:


As when exposing 9/11, timing matters when uncovering war propaganda. Let the hype ease,
but not until opinion settles.

Yes, initial consensus can be persuasive. But, the magic show
audience soon wonders:
how did they do that?
Here's how. READ


Part 2: THE OVERKILL ERROR


The Saddam capture caper is a sophisticated psyop aimed at both mainstream and alternative media. But the psyop team have been too clever for their own good. Here's why. READ

SEE INTRODUCTORY ARTICLE:


Notorious former Beatle, Saddam McCartney has been captured by U.S. forces in Iraq. Finally solving a mystery which has puzzled many since McCartney allegedly disappeared on 9th, September
1966 --with some claiming he
had died a car crash.
READ





The term Sham Saddam Scam was coined by Thomas J. Mattingly