Červen 2011

Jan Sejna pred Congressem v roce 1996

10. června 2011 v 16:17 Clanky jinych autoru
Transcript of Jan Sejna speech before the Subcommittee on Military Personnel of the House National Security Committee in September 17, 1996.

Chairman Dornan, ladies and gentlemen, it is a privilege to be here this afternoon.

It is heart-warming for me after so many years to find people who are sincerely interested in events that actually happened in various communist countries that were under the rule of the Soviet Union.

In 1968 1 was forced to choose between following instructions I received from Moscow and doing what I believed to be best for my country, Czechoslovakia. At the time, I was first secretary of the Party at the Ministry of Defense and chief of staff to the Minister of Defense, in addition to numerous other positions. The Soviet Union was preparing to invade Czechoslovakia, and I choose to alert the Czech leadership and refused to follow the Soviet plan as directed.

A week later, I learned that my immunity from arrest as a member of the Parliament had been lifted and I was about to be arrested. I believe my arrest had been directed personally by Soviet General Yepishev. After thirteen years in high-level positions, I knew precisely what that meant, and along with my son and his girl friend, who later became his wife, I fled through Yugoslavia to Trieste, where I went to the U.S. consulate and requested political asylum. In two days I was in the United States.

To understand the events of interest today, it is essential to understand that back then the main mission of all organizations in the Soviet empire was to destroy democracy and bring people everywhere under the yoke of communism.

Two wars dominated our planning.
First, there was general nuclear war, which was the responsibility of the military. Even civilian construction projects had to be approved by the Defense Council to make certain they all contributed to the war effort.

Second, there was the political and intelligence wars, the world revolutionary war, as it was originally called. This war was also waged according to a very detailed and complex strategic plan. This war involved infiltration of the government and press, sabotage, subversion, deception, narcotics trafficking, organized crime, terrorism, compromise of political and business leaders, and many other activities, all designed to destroy competing social systems.

The primary targets were all industrialized countries and the most important enemy was the United States.
I want to point out that in these and other activities, the Soviets ruled their empire with an iron hand. All directions and controls came from Moscow. People undertook independent actions at their own risk, and the penalties were without any regard for human rights or dignity.

I know, because I was there. In the 1950s and early 1960s I was in charge of the Defense Council secretariat. From 1964 on I was first secretary at the Ministry of Defense. In my various official capacities I was constantly meeting with Soviet officials, receiving instructions, and relaying those instructions to various Czech agencies and departments.

It was in the process of responding to Soviet directions in about 1956 that I first became aware of the use of American and South Korean POWs by Soviet and Czech doctors.

I certainly would not pretend to know what happened to all the missing POWs, but I do know what happened to many of them. In brief, hundreds were used in Korea and in Vietnam as human guinea pigs.

At the beginning of the Korean War, we received directions from Moscow to build a military hospital in North Korea. The advertised purpose of the hospital was to treat military casualties. But this was only a cover, a deception. The Top Secret purpose of the hospital was to experiment on American and South Korean POWs.

The POWs were used as bodies for training military doctors in field medicine -- for example treating serious wounds and conducting amputations.

The POWs were used to test the effects of chemical and biological warfare agents and to test the effects of atomic radiation.

The Soviets also used the American GIs to test the physiological and psychological endurance of American soldiers. They were also used to test various mind control drugs.

Czechoslovakia also built a crematorium in North Korea to disposed of the bodies and parts after the experiments were concluded.

The Americans and South Koreans were not the only humans used as guinea pigs. Thousands of prisoners within the Soviet Union, and Czechoslovakia too, were also used.

The Americans and South Koreans were very important to the Soviet plans because they believed it was essential to understand the manner in which different drugs, and chemical and biological warfare agents, and radiation affected different races and people who had been brought up differently; for example on better diets.

The Soviets also wanted to know whether there were differences in the abilities of soldiers from different countries to stand up to the stress of nuclear war and keep on fighting.

The Soviets were deadly serious in their preparation for nuclear war and in their development of various drugs and chemicals that were to be used in the revolutionary war, and this included detailed tests on the people from the various countries that were their enemies. Because America was the main enemy, American POWs were the most highly valued experimental subjects.

At the end of the Korean War, there were about 100 POWs who were still considered useful for further experiments. I believe all others had been killed in the process of the experiments because I do not recall ever reading any report that indicated that any of the POW patients at the hospital left the hospital alive -- except the 100 that were still alive at the end of the war. These 100 were flown in four groups first to Czechoslovakia, where they were given physical exams, and then onto the Soviet Union.

I learned about all this from the Czech doctors who ran the hospital, from the Czech military intelligence officer in charge of the Czech operations in Korea, from Soviet advisors, and from official documentation that I reviewed in the process of responding to a Soviet request for Czechoslovakia to send medical doctors to the Soviet Union to participate in various experiments being run on the POWs who had been transferred to the Soviet Union. I also reviewed reports on the results of autopsies of the POWs, and received briefings on various aspects of the experiments.

While what I have just said describes what happened in Korea, I want to point out that the same things happened in Vietnam and Laos during the Vietnam War. The only difference is the operation in Vietnam was better planned and more Americans POWs were used, both in Vietnam and Laos and in the Soviet Union.

On several occasions my office was responsible for organizing the shipments of POWs and their housing in Prague before they were shipped to the Soviet Union. I personally was present when American POWs were unloaded from planes, put on buses whose windows had been painted black, and then driven to Prague where they were placed in various military intelligence barracks and other secure buildings until they were shipped to the Soviet Union.

Between 1961 and 1968 when I left Czechoslovakia, I would estimate at least 200 American POWs were shipped to the Soviet Union through Czechoslovakia.

I believe there were others who were shipped to the Soviet Union through North Korea and East Germany, although I have no first hand knowledge of those transfers. I know that many were given to the Chinese for experiments during the Korean War, and Czech intelligence reported that the North Vietnamese also provided American POWs to the Chinese.

In closing I want to emphasize that this operation was conducted at the highest level of secrecy. Information on this operation was labeled State Secret, which was higher than Top Secret, and no one who did not have a real need to know was aware of the operation. When I was there, my estimate is that fewer than 15 people in all of Czechoslovakia were aware of the transfer of American POWs to the Soviet Union. I will never forget the written directions on the original Soviet order that started the operation in 1951. It said that the operation was to be conducted in such a way that "no one would ever know about it."

I am only sorry that it has taken so long to find some people here in American who are interested in the Soviet operation designed to use American POWs.

Thank you for the opportunity to tell you those things that I know happened. I would be happy to answer any questions you may have.


Pofsimnuti...

9. června 2011 v 20:45 Clanky osvetove
Komentare jsou ode mne, fotografie poridila Blanka Havlickova - podivejte se na novinky i sem http://blanka-havlickova.blog.cz a http://blankahavlickova.webnode.cz
Na tech "evropskych typech" se mi libi, ze jsou pravidelne na vrsku hlavy plesati, ale kudrny maji za tylem a nebo jim trci vepredu z tech miniplavek.


Prodam vilku, v dobrem stavu, na okraji Prahy. Zn: V blizkosti stanice metra

Smrdi to, skoro to nejede, ale mame EU znacku - jsme svetovi...

Takhle jsem si vykracoval prvni den v tanecnich v Prerove v sale pivovaru... jo presne ten krok...

Cely zivot mluvil jen nemecky, ale na hrob mu to napsali cesky. A Luis de Funes mluvi hlasem Frantiska Filipovskeho...

Americky pribeh...

6. června 2011 v 16:58 Clanky jinych autoru
Tohle story jsem dostal emailem a je mi jedno, pokud to nekdo z Ceska a nebo nejake levicove website prohlasi za fotomontaz. Libilo se mi to. A sam jsem byl v minulosti v podobne situaci, kdy jsem byl schopen prostrednictvim jidla, penez ci dalsich veci vyjadrit svou vdecnost nasim vojakum. Vzdy tady na jihu - nevim proc. Kdysi, v dobe prvni valky v Gulf - na dalnicnim reststopu na I-95 v Georgia jsem takovemu vojakovi dal sandwiche, prichystane mou manzelkou, i s coolerem a jeste mu dal penize na benzin (jakesi stare odrbane auto mel). Nabizel mi za to zelena tricka s napisem ARMY. Nevzal jsem je, kluk byl jen takovy mrnousek, ja jsem XXXL. Asi jsem mel. Mel bych dnes suvenyr jako krava. Nedavno jsem za dva takove kluciny v bilych uniformach Navy zaplatil jejich nakup v Mario's Meat Market. Vzali to. Dostalo se mi zasalutovani a od dalsich zakazniku potlesku. R.H.

True story, (March 6th, 2011)
Early Sunday morning I got a call from my brother and he said he had just heard from our cousin Sherrie who was coming through Birmingham and wanted to see us on her way through. I have not seen Sherrie in about 8 years. Not since she joined the Air Force, so he said to come over and we would take her out for lunch around noon. So I got ready and was out the door in time to get there about 11:30. I am driving up I-59/20 towards Birmingham and as I am passing though Bessemer I notice someone walking along the Interstate (not hitchhiking just walking). As I pass I notice that it is a man in Uniform, the uniform of an American Army soldier. So I pull over and ask if he needs a ride and the first thing he does is reach into his fatigues and produces his honorable discharge papers (DD214) and military I.D. Card (he says to put me at ease and to prove that he is who he says he is). So I ask him where he is going. He is on his way to South Carolina. I load his ruck sack into my car and off we go. I tell him I can give him a ride to Birmingham but I will be going north from there and he will be going east. "Roger that Sir, and thank you for the ride" is the reply I heard. I tell him "first of all I thank you for your service to our country, and second, any man in that uniform no matter what his or her age, does not call me SIR". We talk for a while and he tells me his story. This man, "First Sgt. Jeffrey Loving, 10th Mountain div." has just returned from his 5th tour of duty, two in Iraq and three in Afghanistan . During which time he was wounded multiple times (and he has the scars to prove it, I saw them). He proceeded to tell me that his wife of 17 years was suppose to pick him up at the airport upon his arrival in Jackson , Mississippi and they were to pack up and move back to South Carolina where he was from. She didn't pick him up. He took a taxi to their apartment and he found out she had cleaned out everything including his bank account, his Harley, and both of his guitars....everything, not even a pair of jeans left! He has no idea where she is, but a neighbor told him, she moved out the night before with her HUSBAND. (Side note...there is a special place in Hell for people that do this)

He had nothing and only a few dollars to his name and the clothes on his back. (Heck of a note for someone who has just returned from his 5th tour of duty). I asked him when was the last time you have eaten? "not in the last three days Sir". I said let's get you something to eat then. "No sir, not your problem sir", "uuhhmm, YES IT IS Soldier, I am an American, it's my family you protect, it's my country you protect, it's my way of life you protect, I can get you something to eat!!!!" I look at the next exit and see that all that's there is a McDonalds', and ask if that would be ok? "Roger that sir, that would be great, Thank you sir" "Please stop calling me SIR sergeant" however I realize he can't stop, it's who he is. I bought him 5 hamburgers, fries, and a coke. He went through 2 burgers, the fries and coke in about 5 minutes, then asked if it would be ok if he saved the other 3 burgers for later? "Son, if you are still hungry you eat them and I will get you more for later" "I can't have you do that sir, if it's ok with you I will just save them". I then asked how long have you been walking? I started in Jackson , Mississippi five days ago. He walked to the state line and someone picked him up and gave him a ride to Tuscaloosa, Alabama and he has been walking from there to Bessemer, Alabama where I picked him up (for anyone who doesn't know, that's about 45-50 miles) and he did this with a 50-60lbs. Ruck sack on his back. It was about here where I made the statement that I couldn't believe that he, in full U.S. Army uniform, had to walk that far without someone stopping to pick him up? You will not believe the reply I got!!!!! "Sir, this is not anyone's problem but mine, but since you asked, I will tell you that not only has no one stopped to give me a ride, but I have had beer bottles thrown at me, I have had garbage thrown at me and have been cursed and been called murderer." "Sir I have never been more ashamed in my life." I pulled the car over, because I started to cry. He thought I was going to put him out!!!!! I told him, son, don't you EVER feel ashamed to wear that uniform. There may be some in this country that feel that way but son, I am not one of them. It's me that feels ashamed, for the way you were treated. I told him that my father served in the Navy and had 8 tours to Vietnam , that 5 of his 6 brothers all had numerous tours in Vietnam , that my grandfather was a POW in Germany in WWII. I am the one who is ashamed and you son, hold your head high and don't ever feel ashamed.

When was the last time you slept and had a hot shower? He dropped his head and told me his last shower was in Afghanistan, and he had not slept in 3 days. I told him I was on my way to see my brother and cousin in Gardendale and there are some hotels there, I will get you a hotel for the night and you can have a shower. "NO SIR, I'm not your problem, just drop me off and I will keep walking, but thank you Sir" "with all due respect son, I am not asking for your permission, I am simply telling you what I am going to do, you can get some sleep and continue in the morning" "Roger that sir, and thank you Sir" I got him a room at a Days Inn in Fultondale, Alabama . I made the comment that it's not the Ritz and his reply was priceless..."Sir, for the last 3 months I have slept on the ground in the mountains of Afghanistan where its hot as blazes in the day and freezing cold at night, this is paradise to me SIR, Thank you for your generosity, If you will leave me your name and address, as soon as I get squared way in South Carolina, I will send you money to repay you, I promise." "Sergeant, you owe me nothing, I am simply repaying you". I got him squared away and was happy I got to help him out, I am sure he was asleep before I got out of the parking lot.

I went to my brothers and my cousin was there and told them of the encounter with 1st Sgt. Loving, my cousin Sherrie (Sgt. U.S. Air Force) asked my brother to look on the internet and see how much it would be for a bus ticket to South Carolina we looked and it was about $70.00. So we devised a plan. We went out to eat like we had planned and we ordered WAY more food than we needed and we boxed up everything we didn't eat (enough to feed 2-3 more people) and as we left the restaurant we went by the hotel to drop in on 1st Sgt. Loving. Sure enough he was dead asleep, we woke him up and to his surprise we gave him more food (so he didn't have to save the burgers). I introduced him to my brother Steve, his wife Tracey and my cousin Sherrie. Tears welled up in his eyes and he was telling them of his plight and that I had taken good care of him and they should be proud of me, like I had saved his life or something, then out of the blue, my brother handed him a folded up bill and said for him to put it in his pocket. He refused, "No sir, I am not your problem Sir, I can't take it, you all have been so nice and I can't possibly take anything else, but thank you Sir". Steve told him please take it, it's not much but it will help some. He took it and unfolded the bill, it was a $100.00. WOW, my brother is amazing. He cried, I cried....well we all did. My cousin asked where he was stationed in Afghanistan? He told her (I can't remember the name of the base, wouldn't you know it, in 3 months that is where Sherrie is going? They both were very excited, he was telling her things she needed to do to prepare for and things she needed to take and what not to do and etc... The rest of us just sit back and watched the two of them in amazement. He was just what she needed, to prepare for her first trip into a hot zone and I think he felt good in being able to help out a fellow soldier. It was great. This went on for about 5-10 minutes and I hated to break it up, but I told him, that I would be coming back at 6:30 A.M. or so and pick him up to take him to the bus station and get him a ticket to South Carolina . The look on his face was AWESOME. (more crying) lots of hugs, (more crying). 1st Sgt. Loving told my family, that when he came back from Afghanistan and his wife was gone he was in despair, and as he was walking from Tuscaloosa to Bessemer , he had lost his faith in America and was losing his FAITH Period. He told my Family...."that I was his Hero". (O.K., more crying) Not sure anyone has ever called me a hero, and coming from Him, I have to tell you it meant something!

So Monday morning, I picked him up some breakfast and I arrived at the hotel to pick up 1st Sgt. Loving, and he told me, "Sir I wish I could have called you to save you a trip, but, I met the man next door in the hotel and he is a truck driver who happens to be heading to, wait for it..... South Carolina, not only the state, but to his home town in South Carolina. Can you believe it? God works in mysterious ways doesn't He? He told me that he could never repay what we had done for him, but truth be told, he did more for us than you can imagine. I didn't write this to pat myself on the back, simply to let everyone know that sometimes a simple ride can be more than a simple ride. Sunday March 6th, 2011 I met a true American Hero, selfless, kind, dedicated, respectful and humble. A true example of what America is all about. I promise you I got more from meeting him than he got from meeting me.

God Bless America and God Bless our Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines!!!!!

Mi Prazane mi rozumeji...

5. června 2011 v 22:29 Clanky osvetove
Komentare jsou ode mne, fotografie z prazskych ulic poridila Blanka Havlickova - podivejte se na novinky i sem http://blanka-havlickova.blog.cz a http://blankahavlickova.webnode.cz


Je to tak pane ynzenyre, je to tak...


Prazak jako kdyz ho vysije. Proda ti tenhle bullshit, Karlstejn a nebo tuzexove bony. Vsechno s poctivym ksichtem. A pritom byl clenem KSC a udaval pro StB..


Z tohohle bude taky Prazak jako krava, zatim je to jen uhrovitej recidivista... Jen az vyroste, hajzl jeden, bude z nej prazsky podnikatel a poradce...


Tahle pani neni z Prahy, ta je ze Zizkova... Domovni duvernice a tajemnice Svazu zen a Svazu protifasistickych bojovniku..


Tohle je uplne kouzelna fotka. Ten vpravo je Sasenka Vondra a ten lampasak mu rika: To jsi kurva slepej, ze to nevidis?


Ale hlavne, ze jsem v Praze, kazdej mi zavidi...


Dalsi fotky z Prahy...

3. června 2011 v 18:51 | Blanka Havlickova
Komentare jsou ode mne, fotografie z prazskych ulic poridila Blanka Havlickova - podivejte se na novinky i sem http://blanka-havlickova.blog.cz a http://blankahavlickova.webnode.cz


Tady mne fascinuje, jak se Cesi posmivaji Americanum ve srandovnich kalhotkach ve Wal-martu, ale podivejte se na tohle. Muj zaver: V Cesku maji vsechno! Uz davno.


Pani ma ocividne urcity nazor na vec.


Tady nic nekritizuji, jen obdivuji mistrovstvi autorky.


Neni to ten co byl tim reditelem Narodni galerie?


Tohle je tak prototypicke jak Protopopov a Belousovova...


Nikdo mi nevymluvi, ze ten clovek neni ynzenyr...


Cech budoucnosti - hubeny (zradla nebude), v budhistickem rouchu, ale ceskou narodni identitu si zachoval (ta cepice).

Prazaci, Prazaci, vsude sami Prazaci...

2. června 2011 v 17:12 Clanky jinych autoru
Nazev clanku je ode mne, fotografie z prazskeho sidliste poridila Blanka Havlickova - http://blanka-havlickova.blog.cz a http://blankahavlickova.webnode.cz
P.S.: Fotografie pochazi z prazskeho sidliste Chodov a autorce bylo (mnoha lidmi) doporuceno fotky poslat prazskemu magistratu.