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He sought out and agreed to work with Jamal, an acquaintance from
school days in Istanbul. Jamal had told him about the Syrian with Al
Qaeda, who would support them with money and technology. Their
first assignment from Al Qaeda was easy for them. Jamal had been
trained in Yemen and taught Mahir how to make the bombs. The two
terrorists-in-training placed homemade explosives inside one of the old
GM wrecks that Mahir fixed just enough to get to the synagogue. His
homeland was becoming too intimate with their Zionist neighbors in the
eastern Mediterranean, and it was time to send a clear message that
Israel was not wanted as a partner of modern Turkey in anything. The
Yankees thought the struggle of the Muslims would be only against
Israel; it was time to introduce them to the global dimension of the war,
of jihad in many countries at the same time.
By the time he personally met the Syrian, Abdul Sali, Mahir was
already a committed revolutionary and an experienced bomber. He
would have done his duty for nothing, but when Sali offered to pay him
500,000 U.S. dollars to undertake one new mission, he calculated he
could thereafter spend all his time on the Marmora Sea, his son could
someday establish a new technology business, and he would make the
hajj. He accepted the assignment.
The next week Mahir Hakki was on board a freighter out of Istanbul
as an ordinary seaman. They stopped in Izmir for two days to take on
freight, and Mahir took the opportunity to stroll along the quay, wondering
what his father had seen fifty years before when he walked on the
same smooth stones. After loading, the freighter sailed on to its destination,
and the smoky old ship docked on the northern coast of the island
of Cyprus at the port village of Kyrenia, the Turkish enclave on the
mostly Greek island. While the sailors were enjoying a few hours’ leave
and the chance to drink small cups of very black, bitter coffee and to
dally over sweet honey cakes in the open-air cafes downtown as they
watched the local girls, Mahir disappeared. Dressed in old jeans and a
white tee shirt like the ordinary sailors who would be returning to the
ship sometime in the early morning hours, he left with only a canvas
sports bag containing his gear for the coming journey. Between a branch
of the Bank of Turkey and the post office, he saw a blue Ford, as promised,
driven by a man in traditional Arabian dress. Mahir immediately
entered the car. The driver drove away without saying a word and traveled
to the green line that separated the Cypriot capital of Nicosia into
a Greek zone and a Turkish quarter known as Lefkosia. Mahir left the
car at that point and continued on foot to his next rendezvous, his
meeting with Sheik Kemal.
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taking a sentimental journey back to where he had started out so many
years before. He could not resist walking by the old store and talking to
the guy there about tires.
"I remember when this was just a used tire shop," he told the worker.
Mahir replied to the stranger, "Then you would know my father,
Hassan."
"Yes. An old and very good friend of mine. How is he?"
"My father passed away fifteen years ago."
The time had slipped away for Mount. He was surprised, "Mahir. Is
it you? I knew you when you were a small child."
"And you sir . . . are?"
"Greg Mount, Goodyear International, retired."
"Ah, yes, you helped my father, and started the good and the bad."
Mahir explained the history of the rise and fall of the House of Hakki
when Mount took him to lunch at the Sheraton Hotel, while Mount's
wife and son shopped in the bazaar for hand-made rugs and hammered
brass tables. Mahir let out his venom, but in a courteous way. He held
no personal grudge against his father's old friend, and his mother would
surely like to see the Englishman again. So Mahir invited Mount to
come out to their house by the sea some day, some indefinite day in the
future that would never come; their lives were not on parallel paths.
Mahir told Mount, "I don't hold you personally responsible. But your
company is a part of it, the informal global conspiracy of Jews and Christians.
No American can be elected president of your country nor an Englishman
prime minister unless he first swears allegiance to the State of
Israel, a government and a people who are the eternal enemy of Islam."
"Mahir, that is just not so." Mount was not offended, rather flattered
in a backhanded way that this young man would be so forthcoming with
him. "I don't think the Israelis are your enemies: they just want to have
their homeland."
But Mahir was not convinced and told Mount, "The Jews had their
own place, carved out of the land of the true believers, but that was not
enough. Now they extend their settlements into other Arab lands, and
when they have enough squatters in them, they will call a vote."
Mount saw no future in the argument, so he let it rest and asked,
"No, you can't, now. I have no hate for you. You must live your life
with your philosophy, as I must mine. I must be responsible to Allah for
what I do and for the consequences."
"Enshallah." Mount thought that he understood and had said the one
right word.
Mahir thought to himself, all this he does not understand. "And early
this very morning the country of my birth, once the heart of a great
Turkish empire, signed a military cooperation agreement with Israel, the
enemy of Islam. I've got to help shape the future that my son, the last of
the House of Hakki, will live in."
The young rebel and the old world traveler parted forever after
lunch, friendly across the generations, but the conversation confirmed
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Life imitates art with the bestselling thriller, "Rebels of Mindanao." A century after the U.S. granted independence to its former colony, U.S. Special Forces are on the ground in the Philippines again striving to preserve the independence of their oldest ally in Asia. Mindanao, a faraway and largely ignored island of the Philippines, has been infiltrated by al Qaeda, bringing the war on terror to another unlikely front. Meanwhile, this disturbing development has been largely ignored in the international press. First-time author Tom Anthony drew on what he observed during his three years living in the Philippines to inform "Rebels of Mindanao," a fast-paced novel of intrigue, ambition, and high-stakes, high-risk missions.
Haunted by the failure of his last mission and the lost lives of his team, Thomas Thornton had hoped to escape his former life as an undercover operative, seeking the calm beauty of tropical Mindanao. When two West Point friends, now high ranking officials in the government and military, ask him to run one last clandestine operation, he finds himself in the fray once more. Thornton recruits a hunter-killer team of Manobo tribesmen to thwart the insurgency. The mission: eliminate the Turk carrying millions in cash into Mindanao to finance an Islamic revolution. The deal: make the Turk and the cash disappear, no questions asked.
"Rebels of Mindanao," rich with Anthony’s firsthand knowledge of the people of Mindanao, their government, and their land, hits hard and foreshadows a wider U.S. involvement in this escalating but still widely unknown foreign quagmire.
“An exciting epic of love versus hate, duty versus friendship and idealism versus patriotism…in Southern Philippines, where insurgents have resisted government forces for the past 400 years…a non-stop adventure…from the first page to the last.” -- Brigadier General Ramon M. Ong, Armed Forces of the Philippines
About the Author: Tom Anthony graduated from West Point and spent six years as an Army officer. Following his discharge, he earned an MBA in International Business and lived all over Europe and Asia working for a large U.S. multinational as well as smaller, new technology companies. Tom lived in Mindanao for three years, where he had close contact with military and political leaders of the highest stature. His personal observation of the struggle that continues to this day became the basis for this first novel. Tom currently resides in Southern California.
"Rebels of Mindanao"
Author: Tom Anthony
Pub Date: June, 2008
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Will we soon see headlines reporting real acts of terrorism in the Philippines, assassinations, tourist resorts pillaged and Americans taken hostage? US Embassy warnings to US citizens in Mindanao have already been issued. It's real
Rebels of Mindanao, rich with Anthony's firsthand knowledge of the people, their government and their land, hits hard and foreshadows a wider US involvement than American voters going to the polls are being told as involvement in yet another foreign quagmire escalates. Images are real, and the fictional events he invented are coming to pass in one form or another, just as this book goes to press.
Life imitates art, indeed.
About the Author: Tom Anthony graduated from West Point and spent six years as an Army officer. Following his discharge, he earned an MBA in International Business and lived all over Europe and Asia working for a large US multinational as well as smaller, new technology companies. Tom lived in Mindanao for three years where he had close contact with military and political leaders of the highest stature. His personal observation of the struggle that continues to this day became the basis for this first novel. Tom currently resides in Southern California.
A sample of the book is below:
Today, the Philippine Archipelago consists of 7,121 islands at low
tide, with seventy-five million inhabitants growing at a five per cent
rate each year, speaking some seventy-five different languages or distinct
dialects, less a few each generation as indigenous tribes are
absorbed or become extinct. Five hundred years after being consolidated
into a country forced upon them by the conquering Spanish, the
separations of waters and religions still keep the peoples from melding
into a single nation.
Ocean barriers isolate the islands from potential invaders but also
hinder the adaptation of new technologies. Despite its vast expanse and
diversity, the Philippine Islands was defined as a single nation for the
convenience of the colonialists. After the Spanish, foreign domination
continued under the Americans, who brought in a form of democracy.
Filipinos attempted to make their culture fit their masters’ with varying
degrees of success and often accepted religious sects of splinter churches
as alternatives to the Catholic dogma of the Spaniards. After independence
from the U.S., in 1946, the central government in Manila inherited
a cumbersome structure.
Of the three large island groups-Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao-
Mindanao, in the south, is the most tormented. Mindanao could stand
alone as a nation and has the resources to do so, with no contiguous
nations to dispute the natural boundaries of the oceans. As England sent
its outcasts to Australia, so Spain sent its troublemakers to Mindanao,
La Tierra del Destirro, the land of the exiles. Outlaws and undesirables
from the north were deposited onto this island of Moro pirates-the
Muslim terrorists of three centuries past. Over the intervening centuries,
some things have changed, others not at all.
A war of insurrection has raged in Mindanao for much of the last
forty years without much outside attention. Muslim rebels, who fought
against the Americans when they replaced the Spanish, then with them
to throw out the Japanese, continue their insurgency against foreigners
who send in only missionaries and token soldiers. Brother against
brother, Christian against Muslim, poor against rich, on it goes . . .
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