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"This story, strictly fiction, relates the efforts of Federal and local members of the Drug Enforcement Authority, working as a unit in Louisiana and Florida, to shut down the pipe-line of drugs coming into the U.S. from Columbia. The path leads up the Mississippi River and could in time reach as far north as Canada. The main vehicle in the story is a 50 foot catamaran, built in Bay City, Michigan and the persons are not all that they seem to be at first. The name of the story is a word from the bayou district of Louisiana, given to the insect 'dragonfly'"--P. [4] of cover.
This story, although fiction, was inspired by an actual occurrence here in mid-Michigan. A van on it's way to an Ohio airport was stopped by Ohio State Police and they found about 15 pounds of Crystal Meth in the van. Furter investigation traced the van to an address in Michigan and a location where material to make Meth. had been sent to a location in Ogemaw County Michigan. This actually happened, but my version of it is, of course, fiction as are the persons in this story. Police reports and new-paper articles are on hand at locations to document this episode in the national fight to wipe out this destroyer of humanity.
The Great Lakes and the surrounding waters such as rivers and bays have been a viable transportation medium for thousands of years. The native people were using these waters for their dugouts, rafts and canoes for uncharted centuries before the area was developed into a modern nations by those who came here from other lands. The recorded history of shipwrecks is long and rife with drowning, sunken ships and lost cargos. From the first sailing ship that was launched and lost, to the huge freighters that have gone down in storms, the Great Lakes have shown no mercy to the souls who have gone out on their surface to get from one place to another or to move a cargo in an inexpensive and convenie...
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This is a tale of adventure and learning based on my time in the Air Force in W.W. II. I enlisted in mid 1942 right after graduation from high school. I went through the basics and graduated from Hancock College of Aeronautics pilot school in June of 1943. From here, I was sent to Air Force radio school and subsequently, after several specialty schools, I was assigned to a B-24 as radio operator. I served in this capacity in the C.B.I. For 270 combat hours. We were just getting ready to move to the Pacific area when the war ended after the B-29s dropped a couple atom bombs.
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