Gordon S. Campbell Death Certificate RIP 1962

Gordon S. Campbell Death Certificate

Gordon S. Campbell


GORDON CAMPBELL – (Bradley Ayers, The Zenith Secret) p.38:

On Monday I went to the station early, hoping to get a good start on my after-action report. I was beginning to organize my thoughts about the mission….Ted Shackley wanted as few people as possible to know about my trip to Cuba. I asked his secretary Maggy, who else might see my after-action report. I was most concerned about David Morales’ reaction to my critical observations…. ‘Dave is away in Mexico. Possibly Gordon will see it.'”

“I knew she was referring to Gordon Campbell, the deputy chief of station, who I had not met yet.”

p. 45: “Before leaving for the Keys, I stopped by the station to pick up a few supplies. There was a note on my desk. I was to see Gordon Campbell, the deputy chief of station before leaving. I’d never met him. What the hell? I thought. Campbell’s office was in the building next to Ted Shackley’s. But when I got there, Maggy told me to go to the second floor of the old barracks, a floor above my own office in the training branch. I’d never been in that area of the building.”

“I walked back to my building and went upstairs. Campbell’s office was well-decorated, with all sorts of Zenith Technical Enterprises corporate plaques, alleged product displays, photos and mementoes. His secretary buzzed him on my arrival and I was escorted into his plush office.”

“Campbell came around his desk, introduced himself, and shook my hand. I judged his age to be around 40 and he appeared in robust physical condition. Dressed as if he had just come off the golf course, tanned, clean shaven, with a trim build, balding blond hair, and penetrating blue eyes, he greeted me cordially. I liked him immediately.”

” ‘I’ve been wanting to meet you and welcome you to the station. I’m sorry it’s taken so long. I want to tell you we appreciate what you’re working on. I also read your after action report and I think you know what needs to be done.'”

“I told him I’d do my best and we exchanged a few thoughts about the exile training program. As I left his office, he told me to be careful and that he would be seeing me again.”

p. 56: “I attended both briefings. All the branch chiefs were there aw well as Mr. Fitzgerald and Mr. Harvey from Washington accompanied by Ted Shackley and Campbell. David Morales introduced Mr. David Phillips who was identified as a coordinator for the new initiatives with the exile organizations.”

p. 80 : “On the way down US 1, I stopped at the Green Turtle Inn in Islamorada for a bowl of soup. It was early afternoon and most of the lunch crowd had left. But near the back of the restaurant, seated at a large circular table, were Dave Morales, Mr. Harvey, Gordon Campbell, Mr. Phillips, and another man, possibly Rosselli, whose back was turned on me. They apparently had stopped for lunch and drinks. I don’t know if they recognized me or not. As was the practice in such situations, within the agency, there was no acknowledgement, either way. Discretely, I got my soup to go and quickly left. It was the first time I had ever seen the station hierarchy in the Keys and out of their air-conditioned offices. It was encouraging., maybe something big was in the offing. I thought.”

p. 86: “…We were going to a meeting place in the Everglades….We pulled into a truck stop at the junction of Tamiami Trail and Hightway 27, and another man – a Cuban who I had never seen before – checked the license of the car and climbed in. No one spoke as we drove down the long, slightly traveled highway and eventually turned onto a dirt road bordered by canal. After about a mile, the driver pulled over. An airboat was waiting in the canal, and in moments we were noisily skimming across the saw grass as dusk settled over the glades…..After nearly 30 minutes of travel across open swampland and deep canals, we turned under some overhanging trees and pulled up to a small dock behind another airboat. A sign on the rotting timbers read ‘Waloos Glades Hunting Camp – No Tresspassing.’ It was nearly dark, but I could see two small Quonsets with lights burning in the windows. Some men were standing around a campfire in the middle of the clearing, and in its flickering light I could see two helicopter parked in the shadows. One was a military Bell H-13 with the identification numbers taped over, and the other was a civilian chopper with the name West Palm Beach air service on the tail rotor boom.”

“We walked to the fire and a young man handed us cups of coffee. I had never seen the men before. Soon the door to one of the Quonsets swung open and four men emerged. As they moved into the circle of firelight I recognized Gordon Campbell. I had seen him only a few times since my brief meeting with him, but had been impressed with his polished, slightly flamboyant executive manner. I caught my breath at the appearance of the second man. It was the attorney general, Robert Kennedy.”

“The four men talked in low voices for a few minutes, and then the attorney general came over and shook hands with each of us, wishing us good luck and God’s speed on our mission.”

“Hell, I didn’t even know what my mission was. His white teeth flashed and sparkled, and I felt a strange sense of strength and resolve when he grasped my hand. Then he and one of the Cubans went to the civilian helicopter, an din minutes it took off. Now I understood the need for extra secrecy. If the president felt strongly enough to send his brother, something very big was being planned.”

“When the helicopter was gone, the deputy chief of station came over….he said, ‘The reason we’ve got you here and the reason for all the secrecy is that we just got the green light from upstairs to go ahead on some missions we’ve been planning for some time.'”

“We entered the Quonset….Campbell closed the door behind us and turned to face me. ‘We’re very pleased with the way you’ve handled the training setup for the station so far, and we’ve made that known to your people at the Pentagon. We know it hasn’t been easy for you and your family….You’ll be happy to know that the Special Group has finally given us permission to use two-man submarines to strike Castro’s ships in the harbors. Some of your UDT people will be involved in that. And next week Rip’s boys are going to Elgin for parachute training, so an airborne commando raid may not be far off. But right now we’ve got the go-ahead to hit one of the major oil refineries from on the island. All we’ve got to do is get a commando force in shape to do the job.”

” ‘We want you to take a commando force of 12 men and give them six weeks of the toughest, most realistic training you can. We want you to teach them survival and get them physically toughened up. Then we want you to run some exercises for them, and finally, wet up a rehearsal for the actual raid, and do it over and over until they have it down blindfolded. During this six weeks we want you to eat, sleep, and live this mission with the Cubans, 24 hours a day. We want them ready to go by mid-December.”

“….We’ve got a house on the south end of Elliot Key that’s never been used…you can run the training from there…..You’ll have to keep up with your regular duties in addition to working with this commando group. Again, no one is to know that. David is sometimes a little bit difficult, so you’ll deal directly with me on anything you need. Use the telephone, and we’ll meet away from the station. After you get set, I’ll give you a complete scenario for the mission and as much data as we have on the target itself.”

“…. ‘My outside man, Karl, will help you with logistics. Take the deliveries and carry the items to the island yourself. Order as little as you have to from logistics, and buy all your own food….Here’s the safehouse key and $1,000 to get things moving….'”

“Campbell introduced me to Tony Sforza, the commando team contact man, and Karl….”

p. 92: “I felt an urgency to discuss the leadership aspect of the mission early on with Mr. Campbell….So I decided to talk to Karl about the problem…Campbell had placed no restrictions on what I might discuss with his right-hand man.”

“My trip across the bay was faster than usual, and I arrived at the restaurant near the Coral Castle ahead of our scheduled meeting. I saw Karl, Dave Morales, Rosselli, and Mr. Phillips sitting at a table near the back of the room. When I saw all but Karl leave, three to the same car, I went back to meet him. Over a beer, I told him of my observations with Campbell. Karl was pretty savvy and agreed. On the way back to Black Point I pondered Karl’s apparent familiarity with the principal staff at JM/WAVE as I had observed it. I was impressed. Karl was obviously something more than the typical logistics gofer.”

p. 93 : “I stole a few hours extra sleep the next morning, then went out to Coconut Grove, where I was to meet Gordon Campbell. He and his wife lived on a yacht moored at the Dinner Key marina. I walked down a long concrete pier, past sleek, expensive cruisers, and finally found Gordon’s boat. Both he and his wife – an attractive bikini-clad silver-haired women – were well into their Sunday afternoon martinis.”

“As he mixed me a drink, he asked, ‘What do you think of the men? How do they look – morale, interest – you know, guts for the job?'”

“‘They look very good so far,’ I replied, ‘but there’s one big problem, the commandos have no real leader. The team is split into two distinct, separate groups of five and six men each…and they seem to want to stay that way. As long as I give orders, there’s no problem, but when they’re on their own, the so-called leader makes suggestions and the other two follow only if they feel like it. It’s too loose to be effective under pressure.'”

” ‘Goddamnit, if a leader is a problem, then you find one! The case officer for these boys will be down from Washington in a few weeks. He’s been with the Cuban desk studying the situation and he’s well-read. Porter is young but he knows his stuff. I’ve assured him you’d have the team ready to go.'”

“Had I heard right? Somebody who worked behind a desk at Langley was suddenly going to appear on the scene and take over where I left off? Just like that? I’d train them and someone else would step in and simply ‘assume’ control? I started to say something, but caught myself. This was something totally beyond my control, and no good would come from an argument with Campbell at this point. I took a big swallow of my drink. ‘I’ll continue to do my best on the leadership situation. Gordon, I can assure you that having a leader would make my own work easier. More importantly, these are good men, and they deserve a good leader.”

“The anger passed from his face and he mixed us both another drink. ‘All right, let’s go below. I have the charts and photos and we’ll go over the mission from beginning to end.”

“For the better part of the next two hours we pored over refinery blueprints and incredibly detailed U-2 photos and recently smuggled-out snapshots of the target. The time schedule was set in the familiar D-day, H-hour military terminology, and Campbell would not tell me when the raid would be conducted. We had to be ready to go anytime after the first of December. He wanted at least two rehearsals competed by then, and there was little time left.”

“Our discussion terminated when Mrs. Campbell came down to the gallery carrying drinks for all of us. She chided us for spending the ‘glorious Sunday afternoon’ talking business, and threw her heavily oiled, deeply tanned body into her husband’s lap. Her obvious attention seeking embarrassed me, so I drank quickly, thanked Gordon, and said I’d contact him.”

“It wasn’t until I’d left the yacht that I realized Campbell hadn’t given me the exact location of the refinery; he’s said only that it was on the south central coast of Cuba. It probably had been intentional, I concluded, but I had enough data to get well into advanced training and preliminary rehearsals anyway.”

“The mission was a big one, all right, and tough. In a very complex, precisely timed raid, the commandos would destroy the fuel storage tanks, dock, and ship-to-shore product-transfer pipelines of the refinery. As I drove home, I reviewed the details Gordon had given me. Two fishing trawlers would be used as mother ships for three V-20s. At a shallow water point about a mile from the target, one boat would land and the team would go ashore, under cover of darkness. The other two boats would wait offshore, among the mangroves, for completion of the first phase of the mission.”

“The landed commando team would move down the shore to the pier that supported the pipeline. They would kill the guards on the pier, and then eliminate the watchman in the small tin shack at the end of the pier. This accomplished, they would signal the other two V-20s to come to the end of the pier, where the boats would be tied until the mission was completed.”

“The landed commando team would move down the shore to the pier and around the refinery yard fence to a position behind a low hill that was about eleven hundred yards from the brightly illuminated crackling towers and processing facilities. Two 81mm mortars would be set up; from an observation position on high ground; their fire would be guided into the refinery proper. White phosphorous ordinance would be used, in the hope that the cracking towers would catch fire immediately and the surrounding fuel storage tanks would explode. Approximately twenty mortar round would be fired into the refinery.”

“Meanwhile, time-activated demolition charges would be fastened to the pipeline pier, and ‘clams’ (round TNT charges with magnetic devices to hold them to metal objects) would be attached to the transfer pipeline. By the time the entire commando force withdrew, the refinery would be engulfed in flames.”

“As the two V-20s pulled away, the timer would activate, and the pier and the pipeline would explode behind them. The commandos would return to the trawlers waiting several miles offshore. Another time-activated explosive would destroy the beached V-20.”

p. 99: “Communications between Elliott Key and the mainland had been a problem from the beginning….The only way I could maintain secure contact with Gordon Campbell, Karl, and Tony was to go ashore to the pay phone at Black Point…..Sometimes I’d go for days without contact…On other occasions I’d get word that Campbell and Karl were out of the area and was given no idea when they might return my call….”

p. 102: “….I immediately recognized the plane as the single-engine Cessna based at the CIA headquarters in Miami. As it flew overhead, a white object was released directly over the old house. It was a roll of toilet tissue, streaming as it fell. It landed only a few feet away….The center tube of the tissue role had been closed with masking tape, and the word ‘OPEN’ had been scrawled on the side with black marking pencil. Hastily, I opened up the tube and pulled out the paper inside. It was

Campbell’s printing:

NOVEMBER 22 1963



p. 104 :
“More than a month after the assassination that I spoke with Mr. Campbell about the Elliot Key commandos. He directed me to hold off any additional rehearsals but to go on training at a reduced pace.”


MRS. GH WILLIAMS WED IN GREENWICH Z; Becomes Bride of Captain Gordon S. Campbell
– New York Times – Apr 10, 1943
… to Captain Gordon S. Campbell of the m ilitary Intelligence Service. … Campbell and her former husband, Harvey Ladew Williams, to whom she was married .


The History of the Counter Intelligence Corps (CIC)

John Mendelsohn – 1989 – Snippet view
Office of Strategic Service (OSS) reported that every one of their operatives who tried to infiltrate into enemy territory through … 153 Maj Gordon S. Campbell was Commanding Officer of the 222d (XXII Corps) CIC Det and Maj William E. …




Special To The New York Times.
November 9, 1902, Sunday
Page 7, 961 words

EAST ORANGE, N.J., Nov. 8 — In the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Matheson Sutherland, 64 Carnegie Avenue, this afternoon, their daughter, Miss Florence Helena M. Sutherland, was married to Charles Stewart F. Campbell of Glen Ridge by the Rev. Oscar F. Moore, assistant rector of Grace Episcopal Church. The bride was given away by her father. Her gown was of white satin cut entraine and trimmed with point lace. The matron of honor was Mrs. Van Ryck, sister of the bride. She wore an imported costume of rainbow chiffon and carried chrystanthemums. The bridesmades were Miss Emily Allen and Beretha Kellog of Elesibeth. Miss Katherine Palmer of New York and Miss Mary Bradley of Orange. The gowns were of white mousseline de sole and they carried chrystanthemums. The best man was Frederick Holden Sutton of New York and the ushers were Charles Bartlett and James Taylor Green and Roger Dodd of New York and Chauncey Sayer of Orange. The gifts of the bride and bridegroom to the bridal party were gold key rings, each with a latchkey to their new residence. A reception followed the ceremony. Mr. and Mrs. Campbell will reside in Glenn Ridge.

And then there was one
By James H. Bready | January 8, 1993

LAST month’s wish list went not to St. Nicholas but to St. Louis. To round up the guys from World War II one last time, first they have to be located.Maj. Gordon Sutherland Campbell, our commanding officer from Fort DuPont all the way to Pilsen, are you still living? Capt. Frederick R. Rutledge, last heard of selling insurance in Texas, are you in retirement somewhere? Lt. Pat Curry, the funniest man in the unit, are you still in law enforcement somewhere outside New York City?Soon it’ll be a half century since the l7 of us assembled at that staging area in Delaware, to form a corps intelligence detachment.

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And then there was one

By James H. Bready | January 8, 1993

LAST month’s wish list went not to St. Nicholas but to St. Louis. To round up the guys from World War II one last time, first they have to be located.Maj. Gordon Sutherland Campbell, our commanding officer from Fort DuPont all the way to Pilsen, are you still living? Capt. Frederick R. Rutledge, last heard of selling insurance in Texas, are you in retirement somewhere? Lt. Pat Curry, the funniest man in the unit, are you still in law enforcement somewhere outside New York City?Soon it’ll be a half century since the l7 of us assembled at that staging area in Delaware, to form a corps intelligence detachment.


Timeline results for dinner key marina history

It was in 1969 at the Dinner Key Auditorium when Jim Morrison was arrested for exposing himself


In Florida, Cuban refugees arrived daily by leaky boats, homemade rafts, even floating barrels. A CIA reception and debriefing center in the Keys directed many of them to Miami’s Dinner Key, where the Frente Revolucionario Democratico (FRD), the Cuban government-in-exile established by the CIA, had opened a recruiting office.


According to Kirtland, after the Bay of Pigs disaster, the CIA’s operational presence along the river became much less visible but continued nonetheless. He remembers hearing about work being done for a company called Transworld Marine, linked to a man named Gordon Campbell. (Campbell was JM/WAVE’s maritime operations chief and lived, appropriately enough, on a boat at the Dinner Key Marina.) “I think it was fairly common knowledge when you’d find people out to buy fast boats, what it was for,” he says. “Transworld Marine purchased boats, new construction out of New Orleans, that were used for follow-up operations. Gordon Campbell, if my memory serves me correctly, purchased one out of New Orleans. Name of the boat was Cutlass. That boat stayed around well after the Bay of Pigs.”


2 Responses to “Gordon S. Campbell Death Certificate RIP 1962”

  1. phillip Says:

    Dear Sir, i was trying to locate any family members,when i saw this,as my fathers name was gordon herbert charles campbell,and his fathers name was gordon. s. campbell,who died in 1927,aged 26 yrs,And although this is not a lot to go off,if you know any thing more i would love to recieve a email,to my email above,this may have been his son,or his father,?..any news would be greatly appreciated,my father was adopted at 12 months old,about 1927, after his father dying suddenly at 26 yrs of age,of pnemonia,im sorry i dont know much more about this family that i belong to,my fathers name was gordon ,as was his ,etc,as is my middle name..[keepnig some of the family tradition,i guess..any news would be appreciated thanks..Phill…

  2. Stuart Sorg Says:

    I liked this, Capt SEAL Stuart Sorg Ret.

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