Even
though my spy novel is dead in the water, I still enjoy reading books and
articles about espionage. During World War II, the Allies used pigeons to take aerial photographs (miniature aluminum cameras were strapped to the birds’ chests) and
to carry messages. Pigeons fly home, so each bird could only be used for
one-way transmission. Pigeons in cages equipped with small parachutes were
dropped behind enemy lines where resistance fighters tied messages to their
legs and sent them back.
Recently,
the skeleton of a pigeon was found in an unused chimney in Britain. Apparently
this tiny agent had stopped to rest and was overcome by fumes. The tube
containing the encoded message is still intact and has been sent to Bletchley
Park for deciphering. I hope they figure out what it says.
More
Spy Stuff:
I’m
currently reading Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein, and have marveled at it
so far. I may write more about this book when I finish.
For
spies gone bad, Spying In America by Michael J. Sulick sounds like a
well-researched and interesting non-fiction work.
First Pages
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"Home, where my dove lies waiting silently for me."
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