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Conrad excused himself and wandered off with an angry look in his eyes. I found him
leaning over the railing with his head bowed. “Why did you invade Panama? Had your School of Assassins run its course? Noriega was ex-CIA and the CIA made him president. Noriega got off his leash ,but you never had any trouble before when one of your puppets went astray. A CIA bullet to the back of the head would have been easy, but an invasion? Hell, you could have just arranged for his plane to crash in the jungle like you did when you murdered Omar Torrijos, the president he replaced. It was so easy, as easy as the plane crash that killed Jaime Roldos, the president of Ecuador three months before. Over thirty- five hundred Panamanians died in your invasion. There were mass graves found. Mass graves! I didn’t think you were capable of that. And that CIA report about Noriega’s red pajamas, the pornography, the voodoo equipment were the very same things the CIA said it found on Allende. What brainless idiots! And what about Granada? Why in the hell did you invade Granada? Was Reagan’s crushing of that tiny island and Bush’s stomping of Panama a testing ground, a harbinger of things to come?”
“Why are you asking me?”, I snapped. “No more horror stories. No guilt trips. Just you and me, then bang! Right in the kisser! Look, I’ve been through this already!”
Conrad stepped back in surprise. “Forgive me, Oliver.” He offered me a sad smile and rested his head on my shoulder. “I should not show my anger. There are better ways to tell you. But this is your journey, and you have to face it, all of it. These last few days have been bliss but now it is time to start anew. There is so much more.”
leaning over the railing with his head bowed. “Why did you invade Panama? Had your School of Assassins run its course? Noriega was ex-CIA and the CIA made him president. Noriega got off his leash ,but you never had any trouble before when one of your puppets went astray. A CIA bullet to the back of the head would have been easy, but an invasion? Hell, you could have just arranged for his plane to crash in the jungle like you did when you murdered Omar Torrijos, the president he replaced. It was so easy, as easy as the plane crash that killed Jaime Roldos, the president of Ecuador three months before. Over thirty- five hundred Panamanians died in your invasion. There were mass graves found. Mass graves! I didn’t think you were capable of that. And that CIA report about Noriega’s red pajamas, the pornography, the voodoo equipment were the very same things the CIA said it found on Allende. What brainless idiots! And what about Granada? Why in the hell did you invade Granada? Was Reagan’s crushing of that tiny island and Bush’s stomping of Panama a testing ground, a harbinger of things to come?”
“Why are you asking me?”, I snapped. “No more horror stories. No guilt trips. Just you and me, then bang! Right in the kisser! Look, I’ve been through this already!”
Conrad stepped back in surprise. “Forgive me, Oliver.” He offered me a sad smile and rested his head on my shoulder. “I should not show my anger. There are better ways to tell you. But this is your journey, and you have to face it, all of it. These last few days have been bliss but now it is time to start anew. There is so much more.”
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