On A Mission Of Murder
Authored By: Bradley Chapline
Page Four
2003
Authored By: Bradley Chapline
Page Four
2003
I was again ordered to report to the general’s staff secretary. This time, I had an attitude and no longer gave a damn. I slouched, instead of standing at attention. I then stated in a slurred and arrogant tone, “Sir, Sergeant Chapline reporting as ordered to you, SIR!” The major informed me that there was no confidence left in me to perform my duties as the Assistant Regional Director of Prisoner Security. That relieving me of this duty would be in the best interests of the Marine Corps. The major went on to say, off the record, he did believe that I trained the two guards that Ng escaped from, but only, in a light measure. The major went on to say that I was still negligent in my duties for not documenting any of the training I provided for chasers under my direction. “Therefore”, said the major, “you, Sergeant Chapline, will be held solely accountable for Ng’s escape from the two chasers. Instead of making corrections to your errors, Sergeant Chapline, you then went to the side of the prisoner you were guarding. This too delivered another devastating black eye to not only General McClintock, but to the Marine Corps, as well.”
The major then asked me how many years I had done in the Marine Corps. I stated eleven years. I had recently been selected, prior to the Charles Chitat Ng incident, by Headquarters Marine Corps, to be promoted to the rank of staff sergeant. The major then said, “Chapline, no one here wants to court-martial you. I advise you to accept your transfer to an air wing unit where you will be their clerk typist with no absolutely no responsibilities whatsoever. Do your remaining time quietly and no legal action will be taken against you.” I attempted to explain to the major that what he was saying about me was not true. The major quickly cut me off by saying, “Court-martial or quiet exit, Chapline! Which one is it?” I stated, “I’ll take a quiet exit.”
The general’s staff secretary then looked over at the chief of staff for the Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station. This chief of staff was a full-bird colonel and I had always got along well with him. I loved to go flying with the colonel when he did some training at the gunners' range on the Big Island.
The chief of staff asked if I had anything to say other than concerning the disposition of my career. I told the chief of staff that I had conducted a true background investigation on prisoner Charles Chitat Ng for the sole benefit of the Marine Corps and the ever widening black eye the Corps was suffering in public relations.
The chief of staff urged me to continue. I said that I had proof that prisoner Charles Chitat Ng had enlisted fraudulently in the Marine Corps, and additionally, that prisoner Ng was not even a U.S. citizen. The chief of staff’s eyes were getting big as he turned his head, and momentarily stared at the general’s staff secretary, with seeming contempt. I went on, emphasizing that prisoner Charles Chitat Ng was an extremely dangerous man to the public’s safety. I continued, saying that prisoner Ng must be deported from the United States upon his expiration of sentence from Ft. Leavenworth. I then told the chief of staff, "I have more than sufficient cause that was brought forth from my investigation that prisoner Charles Chitat Ng will likely commit serious atrocities against innocent Americans if he is not expelled from the United States immediately upon his expiration of sentence.”
The general’s staff secretary interrupted, by saying, abruptly, “Sergeant Chapline, this is just your personal opinion. You have no actual proof that this will actually take place. Chapline, you no longer have any say so in these matters. No one believes in your judgment. You are no longer authorized to carry weapons. Master Sergeant John Kulick has been assigned to assume your duties. Although the decision has been made that you will be accompanying Charles Chitat Ng to Ft. Leavenworth, the master sergeant will be in charge.” The general’s staff secretary then said, “Chapline, you will be spared the embarrassment you have caused not only yourself, your unit, and the entire Marine Corps. As well. In your trip to Leavenworth, know that your authority limits you as just a figurehead who can only act as an adviser. I stated, “Yes, major, I understand these provisions.” I watched before these proceedings closed, my old friend, the chief of staff, walk-out, as if he was silently protesting these hearings. But, there was nothing he could do about it.
I was now pushed back into a little cubby hole in the air wing, typing operational orders. I didn’t even have the authority to proofread the documents I was typing. Just type, and that was it.
Approximately three weeks later I was advised that there would be a train of prisoners escorted from the Pearl Harbor brig to the Honolulu International airport. On these orders, I was assigned as prisoner Charles Chitat Ng's chaser along with seven other marines who were also making the trip with lower classification type prisoners. It was clearly stated on these orders that Master Sergeant John Kulick was in charge of the detail. To add insult to injury, the two chasers that prisoner Charles Chitat Ng had originally escaped from, and who were the guards on my Tripler Army Medical Center scandal, were no longer my juniors. In fact, now, apparently Major Swisher had given them jurisdictional powers over me. This was totally humiliating.
At the Honolulu International airport, Master Sergeant Kulick informed me that I was to stay beside him at all times, and that I was to make no decisions. We were to fly commercial air to Los Angeles International airport and then take a military flight from that point.
I had laughed at Master Sergeant Kulick lining up all the prisoners in front of the Pearl Harbor brig. He advised all the prisoners as to what he expected of them. Untrained, and not certified in performing custody functions, Master Sergeant Kulick stated to the prisoners, "Anyone who attempts to escape will be shot." I couldn’t help but to snicker, out loud. Everyone looked at me, momentarily.
It made me nervous that this old worn out Marine kiss-ass was carrying a loaded .45 caliber pistol on a commercial flight with six military prisoners. The co-pilot of the aircraft we would be flying on asked Master Sergeant Kulick if he was certified to keep his weapon on his person at all times. Kulick's answer was, "By order of the commanding general , I have the authority to keep my weapon on my person at all times.
I didn't say anything, but Master Sergeant John Kulick was lying. He had no such authority. But thankfully, the trip to Leavenworth went relatively smooth.
Prisoner Charles Chitat Ng and I conversed little during this trip. For me, there was nothing left to say. My investigation of Ng was over, and it had absolutely no meaning. Upon our arrival at Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas, I had to direct everyone in what to do and where to go with the prisoners. Not even the so-called big boss, Master Sergeant Kulick, had any clue.
I then took Ng down to the intake center with the master sergeant by my side. Prisoner Charles Chitat Ng and I shook hands before departing. This drew a harsh stare from Master Sergeant Kulick. I replied, “At least the whole time I knew Ng was the enemy. I can’t say that about you, Master Sergeant Kulick, and your group of heavies back at Kaneohe who wrongfully blind-sided me. Master Sergeant Kulick did not answer.
I still had this deep eerie feeling about prisoner Charles Chitat Ng. I just knew that in time, something terrible was going to happen. The following day our chaser detail arrived back on the island of Oahu. I was wondering what would be in store for me when I got back to the Kaneohe base. Prior to reporting back for work at my little cubby-hole in the air-wing, I went to an early morning company formation at the general's command post.
A surprise ceremony was held for me. In awarding me a meritorious mast for delivering Charles Chitat Ng to Ft. Leavenworth, I thought, “What a fucking joke this is!” This ceremony was just to cover-up and candy-coat all the mistakes that had been made in connection with the Charles Chitat Ng's episodes.
On the other side of the spectrum, I viewed this award as a little bit of protection against all the allegations the general’s staff secretary had placed on me.
I was preparing myself and my family for massive changes. We were moving into the civilian sector. Our plans were to move to Las Vegas, Nevada. I just wanted to somehow forget that Charles Chitat Ng had ever existed. This would not come to be.
The major then asked me how many years I had done in the Marine Corps. I stated eleven years. I had recently been selected, prior to the Charles Chitat Ng incident, by Headquarters Marine Corps, to be promoted to the rank of staff sergeant. The major then said, “Chapline, no one here wants to court-martial you. I advise you to accept your transfer to an air wing unit where you will be their clerk typist with no absolutely no responsibilities whatsoever. Do your remaining time quietly and no legal action will be taken against you.” I attempted to explain to the major that what he was saying about me was not true. The major quickly cut me off by saying, “Court-martial or quiet exit, Chapline! Which one is it?” I stated, “I’ll take a quiet exit.”
The general’s staff secretary then looked over at the chief of staff for the Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station. This chief of staff was a full-bird colonel and I had always got along well with him. I loved to go flying with the colonel when he did some training at the gunners' range on the Big Island.
The chief of staff asked if I had anything to say other than concerning the disposition of my career. I told the chief of staff that I had conducted a true background investigation on prisoner Charles Chitat Ng for the sole benefit of the Marine Corps and the ever widening black eye the Corps was suffering in public relations.
The chief of staff urged me to continue. I said that I had proof that prisoner Charles Chitat Ng had enlisted fraudulently in the Marine Corps, and additionally, that prisoner Ng was not even a U.S. citizen. The chief of staff’s eyes were getting big as he turned his head, and momentarily stared at the general’s staff secretary, with seeming contempt. I went on, emphasizing that prisoner Charles Chitat Ng was an extremely dangerous man to the public’s safety. I continued, saying that prisoner Ng must be deported from the United States upon his expiration of sentence from Ft. Leavenworth. I then told the chief of staff, "I have more than sufficient cause that was brought forth from my investigation that prisoner Charles Chitat Ng will likely commit serious atrocities against innocent Americans if he is not expelled from the United States immediately upon his expiration of sentence.”
The general’s staff secretary interrupted, by saying, abruptly, “Sergeant Chapline, this is just your personal opinion. You have no actual proof that this will actually take place. Chapline, you no longer have any say so in these matters. No one believes in your judgment. You are no longer authorized to carry weapons. Master Sergeant John Kulick has been assigned to assume your duties. Although the decision has been made that you will be accompanying Charles Chitat Ng to Ft. Leavenworth, the master sergeant will be in charge.” The general’s staff secretary then said, “Chapline, you will be spared the embarrassment you have caused not only yourself, your unit, and the entire Marine Corps. As well. In your trip to Leavenworth, know that your authority limits you as just a figurehead who can only act as an adviser. I stated, “Yes, major, I understand these provisions.” I watched before these proceedings closed, my old friend, the chief of staff, walk-out, as if he was silently protesting these hearings. But, there was nothing he could do about it.
I was now pushed back into a little cubby hole in the air wing, typing operational orders. I didn’t even have the authority to proofread the documents I was typing. Just type, and that was it.
Approximately three weeks later I was advised that there would be a train of prisoners escorted from the Pearl Harbor brig to the Honolulu International airport. On these orders, I was assigned as prisoner Charles Chitat Ng's chaser along with seven other marines who were also making the trip with lower classification type prisoners. It was clearly stated on these orders that Master Sergeant John Kulick was in charge of the detail. To add insult to injury, the two chasers that prisoner Charles Chitat Ng had originally escaped from, and who were the guards on my Tripler Army Medical Center scandal, were no longer my juniors. In fact, now, apparently Major Swisher had given them jurisdictional powers over me. This was totally humiliating.
At the Honolulu International airport, Master Sergeant Kulick informed me that I was to stay beside him at all times, and that I was to make no decisions. We were to fly commercial air to Los Angeles International airport and then take a military flight from that point.
I had laughed at Master Sergeant Kulick lining up all the prisoners in front of the Pearl Harbor brig. He advised all the prisoners as to what he expected of them. Untrained, and not certified in performing custody functions, Master Sergeant Kulick stated to the prisoners, "Anyone who attempts to escape will be shot." I couldn’t help but to snicker, out loud. Everyone looked at me, momentarily.
It made me nervous that this old worn out Marine kiss-ass was carrying a loaded .45 caliber pistol on a commercial flight with six military prisoners. The co-pilot of the aircraft we would be flying on asked Master Sergeant Kulick if he was certified to keep his weapon on his person at all times. Kulick's answer was, "By order of the commanding general , I have the authority to keep my weapon on my person at all times.
I didn't say anything, but Master Sergeant John Kulick was lying. He had no such authority. But thankfully, the trip to Leavenworth went relatively smooth.
Prisoner Charles Chitat Ng and I conversed little during this trip. For me, there was nothing left to say. My investigation of Ng was over, and it had absolutely no meaning. Upon our arrival at Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas, I had to direct everyone in what to do and where to go with the prisoners. Not even the so-called big boss, Master Sergeant Kulick, had any clue.
I then took Ng down to the intake center with the master sergeant by my side. Prisoner Charles Chitat Ng and I shook hands before departing. This drew a harsh stare from Master Sergeant Kulick. I replied, “At least the whole time I knew Ng was the enemy. I can’t say that about you, Master Sergeant Kulick, and your group of heavies back at Kaneohe who wrongfully blind-sided me. Master Sergeant Kulick did not answer.
I still had this deep eerie feeling about prisoner Charles Chitat Ng. I just knew that in time, something terrible was going to happen. The following day our chaser detail arrived back on the island of Oahu. I was wondering what would be in store for me when I got back to the Kaneohe base. Prior to reporting back for work at my little cubby-hole in the air-wing, I went to an early morning company formation at the general's command post.
A surprise ceremony was held for me. In awarding me a meritorious mast for delivering Charles Chitat Ng to Ft. Leavenworth, I thought, “What a fucking joke this is!” This ceremony was just to cover-up and candy-coat all the mistakes that had been made in connection with the Charles Chitat Ng's episodes.
On the other side of the spectrum, I viewed this award as a little bit of protection against all the allegations the general’s staff secretary had placed on me.
I was preparing myself and my family for massive changes. We were moving into the civilian sector. Our plans were to move to Las Vegas, Nevada. I just wanted to somehow forget that Charles Chitat Ng had ever existed. This would not come to be.
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