I always think of the CIA as a clandestine service that provides protection for the foreign aspect of the American public. There is a certain time of year that it’s almost second nature to think about the functions of the agency, and the people who make it up. It’s always around this time, as summer turns to fall. I am reminded constantly about the history of the service, from it’s days in post-World War II Washington, through the Dulles/Kennedy years, and into the modern era. People make out that the service is made up of hucksters and tyrants, which with an agency that big, and with as much operational shadow as they work under, is almost predictable. But there is something more to it, in a relaxed atmosphere and a hostile world, that it represents intelligence and perseverance. I like to think about the best parts of it. The mystery and the adversity incumbent in international work. This is what I think about the CIA. Besides what you have to think about with anyone, which is anything.
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