INTRODUCTION
by the author
"Military Intelligence" is an oxymoron,
just like "Government Organisation" is.
A bloody game with no rules.
The Secret Intelligence Service (SIS) of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland doesn’t have a logo though verification of staff on its dark green triangular badges clearly states “Semper Occultus” (“Always Secret”); doesn’t have its name on the door though it works from a crystal palace on London’s River Thames; doesn’t have to report its cheques and balances to any government ministry nor to the denizens of the Houses of Parliament it stares at across the water; and is largely unknown even to its own country’s citizens, much less the rest of the world. The only external notion that it even exists is that its personnel’s salaries are paid by the Foreign & Commonwealth Office through Hambro’s Bank. And much like its famous American cousin, the Central Intelligence Agency, its employees are sworn to never talk or write about their work and are bound so by signing the UK Official Secrets Act.
When I first joined SIS (also known as MI6 for Military Intelligence Department Six, its original name) from the Royal Navy in 1973, following extensive training, I was originally assigned to the Special Political Action section. But within a few months it was closed down.
Most of SPA's younger officers were then integrated into a newly formed secret sub-division with no official name (to this day it still cannot be published) but was later externally known as "Operational Support Branch", an updated version of the old Section D in World War II, which specialised in sabotage. For American readers the US equivalent of the UK's now defunct SPA and SD is the Special Activities Division of the CIA's Clandestine Service, which is under the dominion of its Directorate of Operations. I was one of the few who were actually SIS officers and not special forces-trained, so I used my head more than brawn. We were institutional killers* that undertook disruptive actions on the black, that is to say we made illegal entries across borders to perform dirty work then returned home mostly without the knowledge nor connection to the local British embassy's staff assigned to other covert affairs.
by the author
"Military Intelligence" is an oxymoron,
just like "Government Organisation" is.
A bloody game with no rules.
The Secret Intelligence Service (SIS) of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland doesn’t have a logo though verification of staff on its dark green triangular badges clearly states “Semper Occultus” (“Always Secret”); doesn’t have its name on the door though it works from a crystal palace on London’s River Thames; doesn’t have to report its cheques and balances to any government ministry nor to the denizens of the Houses of Parliament it stares at across the water; and is largely unknown even to its own country’s citizens, much less the rest of the world. The only external notion that it even exists is that its personnel’s salaries are paid by the Foreign & Commonwealth Office through Hambro’s Bank. And much like its famous American cousin, the Central Intelligence Agency, its employees are sworn to never talk or write about their work and are bound so by signing the UK Official Secrets Act.
When I first joined SIS (also known as MI6 for Military Intelligence Department Six, its original name) from the Royal Navy in 1973, following extensive training, I was originally assigned to the Special Political Action section. But within a few months it was closed down.
Most of SPA's younger officers were then integrated into a newly formed secret sub-division with no official name (to this day it still cannot be published) but was later externally known as "Operational Support Branch", an updated version of the old Section D in World War II, which specialised in sabotage. For American readers the US equivalent of the UK's now defunct SPA and SD is the Special Activities Division of the CIA's Clandestine Service, which is under the dominion of its Directorate of Operations. I was one of the few who were actually SIS officers and not special forces-trained, so I used my head more than brawn. We were institutional killers* that undertook disruptive actions on the black, that is to say we made illegal entries across borders to perform dirty work then returned home mostly without the knowledge nor connection to the local British embassy's staff assigned to other covert affairs.
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