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now was that Kent had had sexual relations with Ann Campbell。 And I don't believe Kent is into sport…fucking。 Ergo； Kent was in love with her and killed her out of jealousy。 But I didn't know that； and there were too many suppositions on the way to that ergo。
One of the side benefits of having forensic lab people all over the place is that you can lie to suspects about this or that； though it doesn't say so in the manual。 I had to know； or suspect； of course； that a person was here or there or did this or that before trying to bully and deceive that person。 And sometimes you get your head handed to you； the way Kent did to me。 Still； I think I smoked him out with the accusation。
My mind returned to the television screen and I focused on Ann Campbell。 She stood in front of me； speaking directly to me； and we made good eye contact。 She wore the light summer green B uniform with a short…sleeve blouse and a skirt； and now and then she'd walk away from the lectern and stand at the edge of the stage in the lecture hall； speaking as she moved around； very much at ease in her gestures； body language； and facial expressions。
For all her reported coolness； she seemed accessible during her lecture。 She smiled； looked directly at a questioner in the audience； and laughed at her own occasional joke and at amusing ments from the hundred or so men in the lecture hall。 She had this sexy habit of throwing back her head and brushing her long blond hair away from her face。 Now and then； she'd bite her lip in thought or look wide…eyed as a bat veteran told an interesting anecdote； then she'd ask intelligent questions of her own。 This was no programmed android droning on behind the lectern like so many Army and academic lecturers； as I'm sure Colonel Moore was。 This was a woman with an inquiring mind； a good sense of when to talk and when to listen； and an exuberance for her slightly offbeat subject。 Now and then； the camera would scan the audience and you could see a lot of alert men out there who clearly enjoyed what they were hearing as much as what they were seeing。
Ann Campbell was talking about psychological operations directed at specific individuals； and I tuned in to what she was saying。 〃We've spoken about psy…ops directed toward enemy bat soldiers； toward support personnel； and toward the civilian population as a whole。 Now I'd like to speak about psychological operations directed toward individuals； specifically enemy military manders and political leaders。〃
Cynthia sat down beside me with a fresh cup of coffee and a plate of donuts。 She asked me； 〃Good movie？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Can we turn this off？〃
〃No。〃
〃Paul； why don't you go get some sleep？〃
〃Quiet。〃
Cynthia stood and walked away。 Ann Campbell continued； 〃And the last time we used this tool effectively was in World War II against the Nazi political and military leaders。 We had the advantage of knowing something about them； about their personal histories； their superstitions； their sexual preferences； their beliefs in the occult or in omens； and so forth。 And what we didn't know； we found out through various intelligence…gathering sources。 Thus； we had a biographical and psychological profile of many of these men； and we were able to target them individually； and we were able to exploit their weaknesses； undermine their strengths； and introduce false and deceptive elements into their decision…making process。 In short； the goal was to weaken their self…confidence； lower their self…esteem； and demoralize them through the process of what is sometimes called mind…fucking。 Excuse me。
She waited until the laughter and applause died down； then continued； 〃We'll call it mind…fudging； because we're on tape today。 Okay； how do you fudge up someone's mind who is a thousand miles away； deep in the heart of enemy territory？ Well； in much the same way you do it with your wife； girlfriend； boss； or pain…in…the…neck neighbor。 First； you have to be aware that this is something you want to do； and have to do。 Then you have to know the other person's mind…what worries that person； what annoys that person； what frightens that person。 You can't manipulate until you know how all the levers； switches； and buttons work。 Finally； you have to be in contact with that person。 Contact is made on several levels personal contact； surrogate contact through a third party； written contact in the form of documents； newspapers； letters； air…dropped leaflets…don't do that with your wife or boss…radio contact in the form of propaganda transmissions； or planted and managed news stories； and so on。〃
She expounded on this awhile； then said； 〃In regard to surrogate or personal contact； this is the most effective and ancient of all contacts with the enemy leader。 This sort of contact is an interactive contact； and； though difficult to achieve； it pays off handsomely。 One type of personal contact with the enemy that we in the United States Army do not officially condone； or use； is sexual contact…Mata Hari； Delilah； and other famous seductresses； sex sirens； and seducers。
She continued； 〃If women ever bee field manders； we'll need guys like you to sneak into their tents at night。〃
A little laughter； and you could hear someone say something about putting a flag over the face of some old battle…ax lady general and screwing her for Old Glory。
Then someone asked； 〃If you get that close to an enemy leader； why not kill him？〃
Ann Campbell replied； 〃Why not； indeed？ Aside from moral and legal considerations is the fact that a promised； frightened； or totally bonkers leader； such as a Hitler or Hussein； is like you having ten more infantry divisions at the front。 The damage that an ineffective leader can do to his own military operation is incalculable。 We in the military have to relearn what we knew in the past…what all armies in the field knew throughout history； which is this： the troops are already filled with doubt and homesickness and with irrational battlefield superstitions and fear。 You have to do the same to the generals。〃
Fade to black。 I stood and shut off the TV。 It all seemed very clever； very logical； and very effective as she presented it in a classroom situation。 Obviously； too； she'd had at least one field experiment in progress； as Kent had suggested。 If I could believe Kent； Ann Campbell was waging a planned； deliberate； and totally vicious campaign against her enemy； her father。 But what if he deserved it？ What did Moore say about her killer？ That whoever it was thought he was justified。 Likewise； perhaps； Ann Campbell thought that what she was doing to her father was justified。 Therefore； he'd done something to her； and whatever it was； it had set her on a course of revenge and； ultimately； self…destruction。 One thing that came to mind that would make a daughter do that to her father； and to herself； was sexual abuse and incest。
That was what the shrinks would tell me when I asked； and that fit every psychological case history I'd ever heard about。 But if it was true； the only person who would confirm it was dead。 The general could confirm it； but even Paul Brenner wasn't going to touch that one。 However； I could make discreet inquiries； and maybe； just maybe； Mrs。 C