i loved to body surf, and i would go in every morning before i went to bed, and i remember at some point during this, being in the waves, in the sunlight, and looking back at the hills and malibu and thinking, how can i be doing this? how can i be giving all this up? i was 13 at the time. he said there was a secret history of the vietnam war that he d been reading and he had a copy of this. and he had decided that he wanted to make a copy of it and make it available to congress. he described it in terms of civil disobedience, would i help him. i don t suppose he needed my help, but that this was something risky and very important to him, and it was important to him that i be a part of it in some way.
walking past the security guards, i could feel my heartbeating. i couldn t help thinking about the dozen or so secrecy agreements signed over the course of my career in government. the task seemed endless. i often worked through the night. early in the morning, i returned the papers to my safe at rand and headed home. i get back to my house on a little narrow beach in malibu. i loved to body surf, and i would go in every morning before i went to bed, and i remember at some point during this being in the waves in the sunlight and looking back at the hills of malibu and thinking, how can i be doing this? how can i be giving all this up? i was 13 at the time he said there was a secret history of the vietnam war he had been
i get back to my house on a little narrow beach in malibu. i loved to body surf, and i would go in every morning before i went to bed, and i remember at some point during this, being in the waves, in the sunlight, and looking back at the hills and malibu and thinking, how can i be doing this? how can i be giving all this up? i was 13 at the time. he said there was a secret history of the vietnam war that he d been reading and he had a copy of this. and he had decided that he wanted to make a copy of it and make it available to congress. he described it in terms of civil disobedience, would i help him. i don t suppose he needed my help, but that this was something risky and very important to him, and it was important to him that i be a part of it in some way. and i think that very afternoon
i d get back to my house on a narrow beach in malibu. i loved to body surf and would go in every morning before i went to bed, and i remember at some point during this being in the waves and the sunlight and looking back at the hills of malibu and thinking, how can i be doing this? how can i be giving all this up? i was 13 at the time. he said there was a secret history of the vietnam war that he d been reading and had a copy of this. and he had decided that he wanted to make a copy of it and make it available to congress. he described it in terms of sieve the disobedience would i help him. i don t suppose he needed my help but it was risky and important to him and it was important to him that i be a
man in a america, a real-life thriller about daniel els bu burgberg, the man to leaked the documents. i began kpeeroxing the mcnamara study in the fall of 1969. at the end of the day working at rand, i would put several volumes into my brief case to take with me. walking past the security guards, i would feel my heart beating. i couldn t help thinking about the dozen or so secrecy agreements i had signed over the course of my career in government. the task seemed endless. i often worked through the night. early in the morning, i returned the papers to my safe at rand and headed home. i get back to my house on a little narrow beach in malibu. i loved to body surf, and i would go in every morning before