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As I was stationed in Cyprus, for only a short time, but got to know Tom. I counted him as a friend at the embassy. I found it hard to believe as others have, that he would have committed suicide. In searching for answers, I came across the following article in the public domain on the web. I found it VERY interesting !!!!!!!!!!

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LOCAL News :: Civil and Human Rights : Crime and Police : Local politics : Military
US Military Attache Thomas Mooney: “I came here for the coffee”
Author
• Jakes Blond
Date Created
• 07 Jul 2007 .

Special to Cyprus IndyMedia
by Jakes Blond

In a note found in his car along with his dead body, the US Embassy Military Attache Thomas Mooney made various statements which authorities say might “shed light” into the mysterious circumstances of his disappearance and subsequent death.

The note has been confirmed by forensic specialists as authentic. Parts of the dead man’s last known statement are being withheld from the public because they contain information helpful for the ongoing investigation, but the majority of the text has now been released.

Apparently, the document is not in the form of a “note” as is often found in cases of suicides; it was generated on a computer with a modern word-processor that is capable of inserting internet links in the text, and then printed on plain paper. It was signed by hand, in blue ink. The signature has been authenticated, but there are still some questions on the significance of the statement.

Among other things, Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Mooney stated:

“I love this country. Cyprus still has some wilderness left intact like this area called Orkontas where you’ll probably find this document with my car.

Orkontas is one of the few places on the island where you can still come to have a cup of coffee - arabic, turkish, greek, byzantine; it doesn’t matter what you call it - and still pay only a few cents for a great cup o’ coffee. You pay for the coffee, not for the status and privilege of “being seen” drinking it in some social setting, which is how pricing and services in the rest of country are becoming. And here, one can still encounter real human beings, genuine countryside folk who work hard and honestly, and who have an intimate connection with the land and the forest. And the water tastes much better ...that’s partly why coffee here tastes so good.

I don’t want anyone to think that my disappearance has anything to do with my colleagues in intelligence, or in the military or diplomatic services. Really, they have nothing to do with it. Really. Let’s just say I came here for the coffee.

This location has nothing to do with military operations, nor with intelligence or espionage operations on the island. Really. My disappearance has nothing to do the assassination of US Ambassador to Cyprus Rodger Davies, nor with the September 11 conspiracy. Nothing at all.

I will explain.

Orkontas is within the only area on the island that’s determined in military terms by geography - if any military operations occur here, it will be tactics, strategy and planning that determine the outcome. High technology and firepower are not as important here as landscape and physical reality. It was the mountain that stopped the advance of the invading army here, not the defenders. It’s still that way: if the army in the north moves toward the south to cut off the main highway to Troodos and to Kykkos, it will have to utilize Special Operations and Commando forces to get through here. And still, it will be very hard; they may not succeed. A few determined defenders with simple weapons, good tactics and logistical support can hold off attackers who are many times their multiple in number.

The landscape is also the reason why hardly anyone in the cities knows about this area: it is a large pocket of wilderness area with a leaky military front line through which spies, commandos and smugglers are able to move easily if they don’t want to hassle with false identities at the “legal” checkpoints on the roads. That’s partly why foreigners who happen to be seen roaming around in this area, tourists for example, or people who obviously appear out of place here are stopped and questioned by authorities and even by the local people - it’s a sensitive area for many military and political reasons.

A few years ago we had fed some fake information to authorities in Cyprus that supposedly Chechen guerillas were training in north Cyprus; it was here, in Orkontas, that we had set it up and led them to find the “evidence” we had manufactured. My presence here has nothing to do with any of this. Really.

Orkontas is the closest location to the capital Lefkosia/Nicosia, where you can see the Moufflon roaming around free. What a silly name for such a proud and beautiful animal - their real name is Agrina and I looked up the meaning: “wild, untamed ones”. Isn’t that more appropriate? Ok, call me an environmentalist if you want, ridicule me. Say I’m a “Green” US Military Attache.

Illegal hunters come here all the time. It’s strictly forbidden to kill the Moufflon, but ...their meat gets a high price on the black market. My sources tell me that with the exception of a few local ignorant peasants who come shooting the Agrina in here, the main hunters and black marketeers who mostly operate in Orkontas work with the section of the mafia in the cities who run the cabarets and brothels. They also control the extortion rings that rule over the establishments that serve alcohol, the pubs and clubs. I don’t have any business with these black marketeers and the mafia. Or with the illegal hunters who kill the Moufflon. Really.

But I got distracted - “what does the road to Troodos have to do with military operations at this location?” you may ask. You’re right to be asking.

Our installations on the top of Troodos mountain are extremely important to all of our global operations - the US would be almost blind without them. We cover about one third of the globe directly from there in electronic eavesdropping (that’s why we call it a “listening post”), plus we operate a major portion of our Echelon espionage program from Troodos in conjunction with satellites, linking us directly to locations in the UK and back home in the US. When the European Parliament investigated our Echelon operations a few years ago they kept finding the name of Troodos all over the place.

We can defend our Troodos installation from air and naval missile attacks if they originate from any country in the region, but there’s almost nothing we can do if hostile forces get there on the ground in proximity to the station. Currently, we have serious concerns over that. At this point, our co-operation with the mainland Command of the army from Turkey stationed in the north is “iffy”. They keep threatening to invade and disrupt our operations in northern Iraq, and they keep us guessing about the status of our base at Incirlik in southern Turkey. If this installation in Troodos falls within their operational capability on the ground ...hey, the least that would happen is I lose my job. But without doubt, in such an event, US capability to exert control over a very large region of the planet will be severely limited.

The reverse is also true. If the current authorities in Cyprus at any point become hostile, Orkontas will be one key area through which we might need to facilitate “a change of guard” - letting in the armed forces of Turkey through here to gain access to Troodos might guarantee the survivability and security of our installation. This is partly why the United Nations has a large force stationed nearby just outside the Orkontas wilderness area and patrol its edges often: whosoever controls the United Nations forces locally might have a determining role on who gets to control this whole territory in the future.

My disappearance has nothing to do with my colleagues. I don’t want anyone to think badly of them. They are just doing their job, like me. I’m saying this because I want to ensure that no one will blame them or go looking in their direction if something happens to me.

I’ll explain.

Entirely by accident, I stumbled onto the suppressed trail of evidence about the 1974 murder of US Ambassador to Cyprus, Rodger Davies. Before I even sent my report in - I was still typing it for chrissake - I received a “visitor”. He just said, “let it go Tom.” He’s one of those guys you will never know by name, and “if they existed, their existence could not be verified”. Even my security clearance does not qualify access to knowing anything about these guys. I knew immediately, from the moment I saw him. The haircut, the sunglasses, the body movement, this stiff and rigid with the knowledge of power.

He said, “Tom, just give me that file, stop typing and delete the rest. We know all of that, no need to file a report about what we already know. Leave the dead to serve, they still have a purpose you know. And watch your back.” That’s all. He took my memory stick and left.

I was at the Nicosia /Lefkosia International Airport typing the report. I didn’t want to trigger any of the Embassy computers with “keywords” while I was typing it. I just wanted to type it and file it through proper channels. I thought I’d get some privacy at the airport because it’s in the demilitarized zone, operated by the United Nations. Damn! I forgot that we control their entire computer system - our guy who ran all the UN computer networks from Cyprus was moved to Istanbul but he still runs the system from there. I guess they must have been monitoring me “live” - all I got to type was “US Ambassador to Cyprus Rodger Davies, new information on the assassination” and then that guy showed up.

I was in Athens for a day recently, that was my accidental entry into this case. I bumped into my contact from the Securitas private security agency. They used to work with us through the Gladio Operation and he was kind of co-ordinating the southern Europe branches of our Gladio operations in the seventies. He’s retired now ...I think. (You never know with these guys.)

We never really met “officially”. Before I was even commissioned as a diplomat by the State Department, he came to lecture once at the military intelligence academy. Well, “lecture” is what the instructors called it. All he did, really, was to scare the shit out of us about the Red Brigades and the Red Army Faction; his “method of presentation” was to bark: he laid out some facts and information and then just said to us “there it is, you figure it out now.”

In Athens, we greeted each other politely. And then he said only this to me: “Ambassador Davies. Look it up. Your predecessor got ‘im. He was a good guy. But he knew too much and that cost him”.
“My predecessor?” I said.
“So long kid. Figure it out.”

I looked it up. It made perfect sense. The story that went around the world in 1974 was definitely planted in the media by our own people - there’s no other way to see it:
Time Magazine, Monday, Sep. 02, 1974: Death of an Ambassador
“One high-velocity bullet ripped through the shutters of his office, went through three open-doors, down a long hallway and struck him in the chest.”

It must have been one of those “magic bullets” they used to kill Kennedy. A “single bullet”, the boys said, able to turn a right angle in mid-flight, and claimed to have caused seven different wounds on President Kennedy and Governor Conally. Ridiculous. But still, my predecessor in office? Ten years after JFK and they were still pulling off this stuff?

Well, “figure it out, kid”: since that time our boys in the propaganda department have blamed Ambassador Davies’ assassination on anyone whom it suits our foreign policy:
We couldn’t blame it on the Akel party because they were the only allies we had in Cyprus. So we blamed it on Eoka B, an organization which did not exist at the time (it had been formally disbanded), and which had taken responsibility for every single one of its actions in the past, while no one ever made a credible claim for killing the Ambassador. Our intelligence planted various stories here and there, and then the Government of Cyprus charged six greek cypriots for the Ambassador’s murder. I don’t really know what happened with that trial, but our boys kept going; now there’s a crusade against Islam, so they blame it on “islamic terrorism” - look what they published:

“August 19, 1974: In Cyprus, U.S. Ambassador Rodger Davies and one local employee, an embassy secretary, were killed when armed Cypriot Muslims fired shots at the ambassador’s office and residence. In early 1977, Cypriot authorities arrested six terrorists on charges of murder and illegal possession of firearms in connection with the incident. After trial in Nicosia, two were acquitted; the others received various sentences.”
prophetofdoom.net/Islamic_Terrorism_Timeline_1974.Islam

Muslims terrorists! Gimme a break.

My man in Athens has a special connection to the case. He was the senior intelligence consultant for the private security corporation Securitas (in recent years a major chunk of that company is known in Europe as “Group 4”). Nobody back home has ever heard of Securitas, or of Group 4. Most everyone in the US though knows of the Pinkertons. Well, Securitas owns the Pinkertons. I can’t believe I had to travel all over the world to learn this: this is the largest private security company in the world, interlocked with every governmental and secret government operation in almost every country. It’s also the same company that handles security for the Pentagon building. I began to wonder what their angle is on the September 11 strikes? Was there a plane? Do they have in their possession some of the suppressed video evidence from the attacks on the Pentagon? All I know is that only a missile could do the kind of damage that was documented by the September 11th investigating Commission - but who’s got missiles like that besides us? No wonder so many of our people are mumbling about a false flag operation.

Securitas Corporation was the provider of private security to the US Embassy at the time Ambassador Davies was murdered. The Company man was right inside at the scene at the time of the incident. He reports directly to my man in Athens. Magic bullets do not exist. “Figure it out, kid.”

My colleagues have nothing to do with all this. I keep insisting to remind myself of this. It’s impossible that they would have anything to do with it.

I know that I shouldn’t have gotten started about the Pentagon and September 11. Uncovering “uncomfortable reports” about the killing of Ambassador Davies is bad enough - gosh, they won’t even let me file a report on it? And now to see the connection with these private security dudes and the possibility of false flag operations extending from at least the sixties up to today linked through the same method of operation, the same “flavor” of doing business. Well that’s right. Ultimately it’s all just doing business.

If I’m ever found somewhere “suicided” don’t believe it. My buddies in the Ukraine security service used to joke when they told me the story of the former Interior Minister, Yuri Kravchenko, who supposedly shot himself in the head - twice! Of course the authorities ruled it a suicide. Even the NY Times said it. He “shot himself in the head - twice”. Clearly a suicide! My buddies were joking (ok it’s a cruel joke about a man who lost his life, but if we don’t joke the days are just full of endless atrocities and no relief) ...they used to say “oh, and then we wondered, did he write the suicide note before or after he killed himself?”

If I’m ever declared a suicide please don’t believe it. It would be kind of funny, if it weren’t tragic. When a person is “suicided”, what we have contained within that act is the primeval - the archetype - of the false flag operation: “I enact hostile action while carrying your flag”. What shall we call it when one is “suicided” (false flag operation) because of uncovering false flag operations? “False Flag Flap”? It trips my tongue when I try to say it.

There’s a lot of important things to do in the world - I came away to think about it all. There’s good coffee here and good people up on this mountain. I can justify my time here as work - there’s all these military angles to figure out around Orkontas - so down at they office they won’t mind my being here. And it gives me time to figure it all out. The Moufflon are good company.

And I love the coffee.

Thomas Mooney”
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