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Cover of War of Numbers- An Intelligence Memoir

War of Numbers- An Intelligence Memoir

โœ Scribed by Adams, Sam


Book ID
107222722
Publisher
Steerforth Press
Year
2012
Tongue
English
Weight
222 KB
Category
Fiction

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โœฆ Synopsis


SAM ADAMS LOVED intelligence work, and that enthusiasm shines throughout this memoir of his years with the Central Intelligence Agency. His career was dominated by an epic struggle over Vietnam -- over military attempts to hide the true size of the enemy forces there, and over the integrity of the intelligence process. Adams's insistence on telling the truth caused an ungodly ruckus in both Washington and Saigon at the time, and years later, after the CIA had threatened to fire him (on thirteen occasions!) and he had quit the agency in disgust, Adams brought his story back up to the surface more loudly than ever in a CBS television documentary which eventually resulted in a notorious trial on libel charges brought by General William Westmoreland.
After leaving the CIA, Adams sat down to write an account of his life at the agency. There is nothing else quite like the story he tells. "More than a rehash of yesteryear's bureaucratic battles," said Library Journal, "and...


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