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These are passages from Pieces of the Game by Col. Charles W. Scott published in 1984. Col. Scott was one of the hostages. He wrote a book detailing his experiences.

From page 29:

“After I’m retired to my chair, I hear an American moving about with the terrorists, assisting them in making a list of names of their prizes and the position each of us occupies. As the group approaches me, I recognize the American voice as that of Sergeant Joe Subic of the Defense Attache office. “This is Chuck Scott. He’s a full colonel in the Army and speaks good Persian. He has been in Iran many times before and used to be an attache.

Oh God, I say to myself, that kind of help I can do without. One of the Iranians grabs me by the chin and almost spitting in my face, as if I am CIA. I tell him I’m not, and he calls me a liar and moves to the next American Staff Sergeant Joe Subic, U.S. Army is, actually helping them. I wonder what, if anything, they did to get him to cooperate.

Subic’s nonchalance is giving information to the militants gives me a panicky feeling. As a professional soldier, he’s supposed to know better. If he has caved in so soon, I’m afraid they may find out some of the things about my earlier associations with Iranians that will expose me to questioning and even more danger. I wish I’d had a chance to talk to Subic before the Iranians get to him, but it’s too late now. Mainly, I wish they didn’t know that I’ve been there before and that I speak the language.

From page 193?

“The Iranians stopped the beatings during my final sessions, as though they were told by their leaders to cut out the physical abuse. Hopefully, if they do interrogate Tom later, it won’t be a repeat of what I went through. But Tom is tough, and I’m sure he can take it. My mind flashes to Joe Subic’s “introduction” of me to the militants, and I feel my first clench without any conscious order from my brain. I’m sure Joe’s actions put me at the top of their list for interrogation.”

From page 240-41:

“Late yesterday afternoon, Hamid the Liar brought in a new hostage to our row of cubicles: Sergeant Joe Subic, from the Defense Attache Office. On top of his performance on our first day of captivity, rumors circulating through our clandestine communications network say that Subic made a TV broadcast for our captors, in which he pointed out sensitive electronic equipment captured by the Iranians, I don’t know if these stories are true, and I have decided not to hold my earlier experiences against him. Besides, he has been somewhere else, and it will be good to compare notes as soon as we have an opportunity to communicate with him. I wonder what he may have learned about our chances of getting out of here. Joe asks the guard if he can play checkers with me. The guard approves and we face off i a game. Joe is no competition at all, even for me. We have a chance to whisper each time our less-than-attentive guard turns his attention away from us, and we take advantage of the opportunities. Joe already has most of his information we’ve managed to elicit from our guards. He knows the Shah left the U.S. For Panama. He knows that Bani-Sadar is the newly elected President of Iran....He also has a basic understanding of our communications network.

Subic has been with us only three days and two nights when Hamid the Liar approaches his cell and beckons him to follow. Joe already has his belongings packed in a plastic bag and rolled up in a blanket. He must have known he was being moved. Instantly, I get a strange feeling my stomach. What he planted here? If so, did I make a giant error in letting him in our communications system? It’s too late to do anything about it I just have to wait and see.”

From page 246:

“Hamid’s evaluation of my lack of cooperation with them is just as it should be. But I want to know how he found out about our communications system. I know I was foolish to share the information with Joe Subic in view of his shaky past performance as a hostage, but I never dreamed he would stoop so low as to tell the guards about our covert information network., which was pretty effective in the Mushroom Inn. I will continue to deny any involvement and perhaps Hamid, and one of his “I know it all” moods, will slip and tell me who blew the whistle. Meanwhile, I’m fairly sure that we’ve been sold out by one of our own.

From page 252-3:

“Hamid does not like being called a liar-even indirectly. He finally blurts it out: “Mr. Subic would not lie! He told us how you, Colonel Holland, and Golacinski were passing your messages. Why do you think we put him in with you? We knew something was going on. You are stupid, Colonel; you let him in on your little plan the first day he was with you. You think you are smart, but you are stupid!

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I have suspected Subic all along, but I will not pass judgement because I don’t have all the facts. I wonder what, if anything, they did to encourage him to become an informer. I’m disappointed that one of us is helping them at the expense of his fellow Americans. What a feeling of guilt he must have.”

From page 233:

“Al is loaded with news, some of it significant, some of it not. He reports that John Graves, Chief of the International Communications Office, was seriously injured in an accident in April when we were moved from Tehran after the rescue mission.

Al also warns us to be careful whom we communicate with, and I tell Don to let him know that we’re only too well aware of that problem.”