Going Greek! Oh my!
We had our final mission briefing a week before our flights were scheduled. Manfred told me to go purchase a Minox-B, a small 8mm camera about the size of a cigarette pack cut in half long ways, and some lubricated condoms. I was confused. I stood there for a silent moment trying to figure out why we needed condoms then it hit me. The horrific realization of what the condoms were for and how the camera was going to make the trip.
There was an awkward moment of silence until Manfred started to laugh, “You’ve never gone “Greek” before, have you? Shit it’s moments like these that make this job worth it!” Then he really laughed hard as he explained in graphic terms the proper way to use the lubricated condom. We jokingly referred to this kind of operation as “Greek” and it was always funny until I realized that I was going to hide a 4” by 1” by 1” object with a three foot stainless steel chain attached to it up my ass. It was no joke that day. The rest of the team would have to transport film in the same manner and we would be bringing a load of film out with us. That was the day I learned to never volunteer myself for a mission unless I knew exactly what the mission was
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