John Kiriakou

They moved to Damascus and they lived happily ever after.

The Greeks were out killing people all the time.

They killed the British defense attache when I was there.

They had previously killed the American CIA station chief, two American defense attaches, the Turkish ambassador, the Turkish deputy ambassador, the Greek

Minister of Finance, the Minister of Communications, the head of the Central Bank.

This was a terrible, terrible group.

Wow.

And so my job was to work with the Greek National Intelligence Service and the Greek National Police to try to infiltrate these two groups and to destroy them from the inside.

And what happened?

We stirred up a hornet's nest.

And they murdered my next door neighbor, the British defense attache, Stephen Saunders.

I liked Stephen very much.

Stephen had a huge personality.

We used to joke that he was a media whore because he just as soon as he saw a camera, he would run right in front of it.

And say, would anybody like an interview?

I am the British defense attache.

And we would all laugh.

One night we were at a party at the French defense attache's house.

And I had just gotten a new car that day that the CIA had bought me.

It was a level four armored BMW 540.