I was in the O.S.S. back, as I had previously said, working with the
"Committee to Defend America," thanks to Francis Miller, of Fairfax
Virginia, and Whitney Shepherdson, of the Foreign Policy group. Herbert
Agar acted as the chairman. I worked with them for a year before we went
in the service in the war, and I was at home enjoying myself. I was too
old, I thought, to fiddle with this mess, and David Bruce, who lived
across the Virginia line, called me and said, could I come to
Washington, they wanted to talk to me. So I went to Washington that
night on the Rattler. Didn't have planes in those days, as I remember,
particularly. And we talked, he talked to me for about an hour, and I
said, "Well what do you want me to do?" He said, "Come on up here and
help me." I came on home, got my stuff together, went back to
Washington. My wife was ga-ga. She didn't know why I was moving so fast,
but he said he wanted me so I went on up. And I said, "What do you want
me to do, Dave." He said, "Just help me." That's the only instructions I
had for about two years. It was interesting, and I had an office, and
one of the things I did was to keep moving people around. I was number
twenty-three. Arthur Roseborough, who had been Foster and Allen Dulles's
manager in Paris for twenty odd years, a Rhodes Scholar, had come back,
and he was number twelve or thirteen up there, and he was handling the
French desk. We had fourteen—as
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twenty-three and it eventually became fourteen thousand, and every week
I moved the offices. As the French desk grew, why they had to go
someplace. We were down in the little M building, down below the
Kremlin, as we called the permanent building up on the hill where
General Donavon was. We were down opposite the Lincoln Memorial in one
of those temporary buildings from World War I. One of my jobs was to
move them, to find a place for them, and just kept on spreading and
spreading and spreading, and we moved into another office building. Then
in the Spring, in '42, Pearl Harbor had come in '41, in December '41,
and everybody was gung-ho down here, particularly in the South. I was
sent to Bournemouth, England, for Intelligence School. Why, I don't know
to this day. But I went to Intelligence School, and I finally got hold
of the Colonel after—it was supposed to be several months or
something—but I got hold of the Colonel and I said, "You've got the big
book, have you got a copy of it? Can I borrow the copy of it because it
seems to me a lot of waste of time to listen. I can read the damn thing
and be through with it and gone." So I got a copy of the book. Well the
next thing I knew I was up near Arasag, Scotland, at Commando School. On
the way to parachute school, at Manchester, for some reason, I was not
allowed to jump. I went though Parachute School where they had a tower
and parachutes attached to the tower that raised and lowered you. But I
was not allowed to jump; I was too old to jump they said. But Oblinsky
came along about three weeks later, and he was fifty, and I was
forty-one, and he was allowed to jump, and he became a specialist
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remember, on the west coast, to Commando School. I was the only American
there and all dressed up in the proverbial flannel suit. We had some
pretty rough exercises. One of them was that you were given a knife and
you were given a small packet of food and you were told to go from one
place to another place, and how you got there was your damn business.
You finally learned. That was a survival course, you've been taught
something about it. I'll never forget the Colonel's dinner. He had me
sitting on his right hand for some reason. I was the only American; they
were all kinds of German, French, British and what not, Dutch and so
forth. A group of about forty, I suppose. I pulled out a cigarette—we'd
just almost finished supper—a package of cigarettes, had Chesterfields,
by the way. The man next to me put his hand on me, said, "Wait for the
Colonel." So I put them back, and we waited for the Colonel. The Colonel
pulled out some cigarettes and took a smoke, and I pulled mine out.
Another night we had a big dinner and I remember having on a pair of
black shoes, like these, only black. I stood up in front of the fire in
my gray flannel suit and I wiggled one foot and both feet came up. I
looked again, and I wiggled the other foot and both feet came up again.
I said, "Watson, you're drunk."