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Martha Denny Peterson - The Widow Spy

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Marti Peterson spent her thirty-year career in the Central Intelligence Agency as an operations officer, earning both the prestigious Donovan Award and the George W. Bush Award for Excellence in Counterterrorism. She began professional service on the CIAs front line in Moscow, USSR, during the Cold War. Her contribution to her country originated in Pakse, Laos, during the Vietnam War, where she accompanied her husband , John, a CIA Paramilitary officer. After he was killed in a helicopter crash in 1972, Marti returned to the U.S. and entered the CIA. The story told here appears in many books about spying acitivies in the Cold War, but in the Widow Spy, she tells it as she experienced it.

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THE WIDOW SPY MY CIA JOURNEY FROM THE JUNGLES OF LAOS TO PRISON IN MOSCOW - photo 1
THE WIDOW SPY

MY CIA JOURNEY FROM THE
JUNGLES OF LAOS TO PRISON IN MOSCOW


MARTHA D. PETERSON

All statements of fact, opinion, or analysis expressed are those of the author and do not reflect the official positions or views of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) or any other U.S. Government agency. Nothing in the contents should be construed as asserting or implying US Government authentication of information or CIA endorsement of the authors views. This material has been reviewed by the CIA to prevent the disclosure of classified information.


Copyright c 2012 by Martha D Peterson


Red Canary Press
Wilmington, North Carolina
www.widowspy.com


All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author.


Photos courtesy of H. Keith Melton and from personal collections


Cover photo by Nikolai Orlov, 1997, Moscow, Russia


Publishers Cataloging-in-Publication data


Peterson, Martha Denny.

The Widow spy : my CIA journey from the jungles of Laos to prison in Moscow / Martha Denny Peterson.

p. cm.

Includes index.

ISBN 978-0-9838781-2-4 (print)


1. Peterson, Martha Denny. 2. United States. Central Intelligence Agency --Biography. 3. Intelligence officers --United States --Biography. 4. Spies --United States --Biography. 5. United States --Foreign relations --Soviet Union. 6. Vietnam War, 1961-1975 --Campaigns --Laos. 7. United States. Central Intelligence Agency --History --20th century. I. Title.


JK468.I6 P459 2012

327.12730092/2 --dc22 2011962072


Dedicated
to
John Peterson

Acknowledgements

I wish to acknowledge with gratitude all those who have contributed to this book. I include those who offered me the experiences of my lifetime: my parents, Dorothy and Riley Denny, my sister Mary-Alice, my late husband, John, my husband, Steve, and my two children, Tyler and Lora.

This book first came into its early form in a memoir writing course under the wonderful guidance of Agnes Macdonald. Along with my two classmates, Eleanor Price and Risa Kell, I developed new styles to express my journey and ideas, a safe place to try out different approaches. With their generous comments as well as weekly requirements to produce pages, I found inspiration to write and value in their audience.

I wish to thank my literary agent Dan Mandel of Sanford Greenberger and Associates, who coached me through many long months of shaping the story and then searched tirelessly for an opening in the publishing world. I also want to thank Robert Wallace, whose constant confidence in my efforts kept me motivated and dedicated to telling my story.

My two editors, Roberta Igler and Mary-Alice Denny, brought a fresh view to the story and offered me critical suggestions which transformed a personal story into a professional non-fiction account of one womans amazing experiences during notable periods in history. Ann McCray provided me technical guidance as well as spiritual enthusiasm as a coach and mentor.

Without the assistance of my friend, T. Dewi Rowlands, who encouraged a strict schedule, pushing me to complete the endless details, keeping my spirits high and my efforts focused, this book may not have seen publication.

And to you the reader, I appreciate that you have expressed a continuing interest in the Cold War and its significant legacy to todays world.

Finally, to those who continue the work of the CIA in dangerous and unpredictable places: Celebrate our victories, no matter how silently.

CONTENTS

Prologue

Before I left for work that balmy spring morning in McLean, Virginia, I placed my casually worded note on the kitchen counter where my kids couldnt miss it. It was April 1997. Tyler was seventeen and Lora was fifteen. They had the day off from school with no plans, so I didnt have to compete with more interesting options. Who knew what made me decide to tell them on this particular day, wondering how they would react to my secret. Maybe this wouldnt be a big deal to them, but I was apprehensive.

Friends at work warned me, if I waited too long for this true confession, my children would be angry that I had not trusted them. I always stressed to my children that their only choice was to tell the truth. Now I had to admit that I had lied to them.

Lora called me around 10:00 a.m., having been awakened by her voracious hunger pangs. Sleepily, she asked me what was up and why we had to meet for lunch. I knew her immediate focus was on the meal at hand, breakfast. As a toddler, she had climbed out of her crib with a thump, then padded her pajamad feet down the hall, shimmied up on her chair, expecting me to instantly produce her cereal. Then the only noise was the clink of her spoon as she shoveled fuel into her little empty tank. When she finished, her happy countenance awakened as she climbed into my lap for cuddles. Her morning craving for food had not changed, except now she had to fix her own cereal.

I replied that I wanted to meet them for lunch because they had a day off for Good Friday. I sensed this aroused her curiosity because I never met them for lunch. She agreed to get Tyler up in time to arrive in McLean by noon. I assured her that Tyler knew where the Roy Rogers was.

I had been parked for fifteen minutes when Tyler wheeled his Chevy Blazer into the spot next to mine. Tumbling into my car, Lora in front and Tyler in back, they asked, So whats up? Funny, after all the roles I had played in my life, I had not devised a suitable preamble for what I was about to tell them. So, I just blurted out: I work for CIA. Lora looked puzzled. Tyler replied quickly, which amazed me. Yet again, how knowledgeable he was: Shes a spy. We all laughed together at how absurd this sounded: Mom a spy.

I filled the unsettled silence by explaining why lying had been my only option. I worried about telling them this secret when they were younger because children dont fully understand why being exposed as a CIA officer could pose a real danger to a family living abroad. When we went overseas in 1992 right after the Gulf War, I had to be certain that, if their school bus were hijacked and they were confronted by terrorists, they didnt have in their brain the fact that I worked for CIA. They could tell the truth as they knew it. But now, in their teens, I told them I trusted them with my secret. And besides, we were in the States with no enemy lurking at the corner to ambush their school bus.

They sensed I was uneasy admitting my lie. I looked at both of them wondering whether I had waited too long to tell them. My daughters next question, tinged with a hint of resentment, confirmed that I probably had. What else arent you telling us, Mammi? But then, I saw a faint smile bloom on her lips, almost enjoying the fact that she had caught me in a lie. Tyler smiled too. Relieved that they werent offended, I knew they were curious about who I really was. I decided to tell them the whole story, even though I have always found it difficult to tell, not wanting to sound like I was bragging.

We drove to CIA Headquarters (HQS) about a mile down the road where I suggested we have lunch in the cafeteria. I included the fact that we could visit the gift shop, which snagged their immediate interest in addition to the food. As we turned into the main CIA entrance drive, seeing it through their eyes, I realized the guard house ahead appeared disappointingly unimpressive. I had registered them as official guests earlier that day. When I came to a stop at the security gate, the guard asked for their photo IDs. Their eyes revealed their shock at this guard addressing them directly. He seriously scrutinized their IDs, leaning close to my window to compare their faces to the photos. He handed back their IDs along with a red government V badge indicating they were visitors labeled Escort Required. They were impressed by the formality of entering CIA. To this day, they recall how awed they were at this official attention.

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