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Thursday 28 September 2017

Hugh Hefner
(1926-2017)

Many decades ago as a young student I worked for Mr Hefner's 'Under boss' in the accounts department of the Playboy Club on Park Lane, an exclusive area of Central London (literally around the corner in those days from the old offices of MI5, the British Security Service.)

I never met Hefner personally (too low down the pecking chain!) but what I will say was that it was a great company to work for.

Yes we were always under pressure (to balance the books!) and if we did not, we had to stay working on the job until the books balanced – however long it took - into that night and into the following morning if necessary (!)
That (the prospect of not balancing) was a nightmare – which I still remember to this day. You can thus be assured that 99% of the time we balanced the books rather than suffer the consequences.
That being said I can hardly think of another place in London that I, as a 20- something year old, wanted to work than at the prestigious Playboy Club – and not as a Bunny (!)
Even in those dark times (when the books did not balance) we were fed the choicest of steak, lamb, roast, fantastic deserts whilst going crazy into the early hours of the morning seeking those missing bill copies of monies received in the Club to tally up the figures.   The general rule was 'finish the accounting side of the business every day before the Club opens in the evening'.
(We were never offered alcohol whilst working at any time – so a very sober accounts department was always in operation.  I think that we were the only (kept intentionally) 'permanently sober' department in the Playboy Club!)

Many decades later coming home from a function in a major capital city, we were joined coming out of the Hotel by a few people we did not know - except that they had attended that same evening's gathering.
We got talking about many things as we headed towards the Subway and I think one asked me what I did as a student.
I said that I was both studying and working and one of the places I was working part-time was at The Playboy Club in Central London.
(The regular joke to follow after saying this often goes along the lines of  did I like being a 'Bunny' at the Club!)
He asked about the girls (the 'Bunnies') - what were they like?
I told him not to believe the 'fake news' he reads in the Gutter press about The Playboy Club nor it's London CE, Victor Lownes.
He was a great guy to work for and the girls were the sweetest, kindest, most mannerly and hospitable you could ever meet – not the debauched picture of them painted by the prurient and quasi-Victorian British media – which could not stand to see a successful American entrepreneur making money in London in the manner Vic was, and, as with Freddie Laker the 'establishment' 'conspired' to destroy the reputation of the Club and, as the objective, have it's gambling license revoked. [Apart from business rivalry, no doubt there were mountains of jealousy at Lownes – a foreigner, an American, running the most successful Club in Central London.]
[Many of the girls employed as Bunnies were from 'well-to-do' families simply looking for fun, adventure, romance (!) and that 'wonderful' husband who would private jet them off to......... …........ …....... …........ (places I dare not mention these days as 'the crazies' are all now in control out there!)   In those days rich........arrived by private jet just to spend just a few days shopping or gambling or whatever else in London.   These days a majority of their successors in wealth head by private jets elsewhere - as London is no longer the 'fun' ('Swinging') Capital it used to be.]
Few of the girls found the eternal romance and happiness they were seeking - and I am sure there were many 'broken hearts'; but that does not mean they should never have 'wished upon a star'.
Likewise the VIPs who came to gamble (sometimes to win but more often than not to loose huge fortunes) they were the nicest people you could ever hope meet – not the persons of 'ill-repute' - always so painted by the British mainstream media at that time.
[Yes Vic did make mistakes - and  paid the price for his errors of judgment.
These were all based on 'trust' and 'honor', on  broken promises made by individuals he knew personally, rather than sticking to 'the letter' of the requirements, which, with hindsight, he should have done.]

He was very moved at what I said and replied:
''Thank you for saying what you just did.  My aunt worked as a 'Bunny' at the Playboy Club when she was younger and I've heard and read so many conflicting stories but never met with anyone who actually worked in the Club itself .  Thanks for that.     Appreciated!''
We parted company going our separate ways and I never saw him again.
I believe (at that time -some 15-20 years ago) that he had recently graduated and was working in 'Logistics' with a well-known organization.

Victor Lownes passed away earlier this year - followed yesterday by Hugh Hefner.

It really is the end of what was a very vibrant and highly creative era.




©Patrick Emek, September 2017





















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Hugh Hefner
(1926-2017)

Many decades ago as a young student I worked for Mr Hefner's 'Under boss' in the accounts department of the Playboy Club on Park Lane, an exclusive area of Central London (literally around the corner in those days from the old offices of MI5, the British Security Service.)

I never met Hefner personally (too low down the pecking chain!) but what I will say was that it was a great company to work for.

Yes we were always under pressure (to balance the books!) and if we did not, we had to stay working on the job until the books balanced – however long it took - into that night and into the following morning if necessary (!)
That (the prospect of not balancing) was a nightmare – which I still remember to this day. You can thus be assured that 99% of the time we balanced the books rather than suffer the consequences.
That being said I can hardly think of another place in London that I, as a 20- something year old, wanted to work than at the prestigious Playboy Club – and not as a Bunny (!)
Even in those dark times (when the books did not balance) we were fed the choicest of steak, lamb, roast, fantastic deserts whilst going crazy into the early hours of the morning seeking those missing bill copies of monies received in the Club to tally up the figures.   The general rule was 'finish the accounting side of the business every day before the Club opens in the evening'.
(We were never offered alcohol whilst working at any time – so a very sober accounts department was always in operation.  I think that we were the only (kept intentionally) 'permanently sober' department in the Playboy Club!)

Many decades later coming home from a function in a major capital city, we were joined coming out of the Hotel by a few people we did not know - except that they had attended that same evening's gathering.
We got talking about many things as we headed towards the Subway and I think one asked me what I did as a student.
I said that I was both studying and working and one of the places I was working part-time was at The Playboy Club in Central London.
(The regular joke to follow after saying this often goes along the lines of  did I like being a 'Bunny' at the Club!)
He asked about the girls (the 'Bunnies') - what were they like?
I told him not to believe the 'fake news' he reads in the Gutter press about The Playboy Club nor it's London CE, Victor Lownes.
He was a great guy to work for and the girls were the sweetest, kindest, most mannerly and hospitable you could ever meet – not the debauched picture of them painted by the prurient and quasi-Victorian British media – which could not stand to see a successful American entrepreneur making money in London in the manner Vic was, and, as with Freddie Laker the 'establishment' 'conspired' to destroy the reputation of the Club and, as the objective, have it's gambling license revoked. [Apart from business rivalry, no doubt there were mountains of jealousy at Lownes – a foreigner, an American, running the most successful Club in Central London.]
[Many of the girls employed as Bunnies were from 'well-to-do' families simply looking for fun, adventure, romance (!) and that 'wonderful' husband who would private jet them off to......... …........ …....... …........ (places I dare not mention these days as 'the crazies' are all now in control out there!)   In those days rich........arrived by private jet just to spend just a few days shopping or gambling or whatever else in London.  These days a majority of their successors in wealth head by private jets elsewhere - as London is no longer the 'fun' ('Swinging') Capital it used to be.]
Few of the girls found the eternal romance and happiness they were seeking - and I am sure there were many 'broken hearts'; but that does not mean they should never have 'wished upon a star'.
Likewise the VIPs who came to gamble (sometimes to win but more often than not to loose huge fortunes) they were the nicest people you could ever hope meet – not the persons of 'ill-repute' - always so painted by the British mainstream media at that time.
[Yes Vic did make mistakes - and  paid the price for his errors of judgment.
These were all based on 'trust' and 'honor', on  broken promises made by individuals he knew personally, rather than sticking to 'the letter' of the requirements, which, with hindsight, he should have done.]

He was very moved at what I said and replied:
''Thank you for saying what you just did.  My aunt worked as a 'Bunny' at the Playboy Club when she was younger and I've heard and read so many conflicting stories but never met with anyone who actually worked in the Club itself .  Thanks for that.     Appreciated!''
We parted company going our separate ways and I never saw him again.
I believe (at that time -some 15-20 years ago) that he had recently graduated and was working in 'Logistics' with a well-known organization.

Victor Lownes passed away earlier this year - followed yesterday by Hugh Hefner.

It really is the end of what was a very vibrant and highly creative era.




©Patrick Emek, September 2017





















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Hugh Hefner
(1926-2017)

Many decades ago as a young student I worked for Mr Hefner's 'Under boss' in the accounts department of the Playboy Club on Park Lane, an exclusive area of Central London (literally around the corner in those days from the old offices of MI5, the British Security Service.)

I never met Hefner personally (too low down the pecking chain!) but what I will say was that it was a great company to work for.

Yes we were always under pressure (to balance the books!) and if we did not, we had to stay working on the job until the books balanced – however long it took - into that night and into the following morning if necessary (!)
That (the prospect of not balancing) was a nightmare – which I still remember to this day. You can thus be assured that 99% of the time we balanced the books rather than suffer the consequences.
That being said I can hardly think of another place in London that I, as a 20- something year old, wanted to work than at the prestigious Playboy Club – and not as a Bunny (!)
Even in those dark times (when the books did not balance) we were fed the choicest of steak, lamb, roast, fantastic deserts whilst going crazy into the early hours of the morning seeking those missing bill copies of monies received in the Club to tally up the figures.   The general rule was 'finish the accounting side of the business every day before the Club opens in the evening'.
(We were never offered alcohol whilst working at any time – so a very sober accounts department was always in operation.  I think that we were the only (kept intentionally) 'permanently sober' department in the Playboy Club!)

Many decades later coming home from a function in a major capital city, we were joined coming out of the Hotel by a few people we did not know - except that they had attended that same evening's gathering.
We got talking about many things as we headed towards the Subway and I think one asked me what I did as a student.
I said that I was both studying and working and one of the places I was working part-time was at The Playboy Club in Central London.
(The regular joke to follow after saying this often goes along the lines of  did I like being a 'Bunny' at the Club!)
He asked about the girls (the 'Bunnies') - what were they like?
I told him not to believe the 'fake news' he reads in the Gutter press about The Playboy Club nor it's London CE, Victor Lownes.
He was a great guy to work for and the girls were the sweetest, kindest, most mannerly and hospitable you could ever meet – not the debauched picture of them painted by the prurient and quasi-Victorian British media – which could not stand to see a successful American entrepreneur making money in London in the manner Vic was, and, as with Freddie Laker the 'establishment' 'conspired' to destroy the reputation of the Club and, as the objective, have it's gambling license revoked. [Apart from business rivalry, no doubt there were mountains of jealousy at Lownes – a foreigner, an American, running the most successful Club in Central London.]
[Many of the girls employed as Bunnies were from 'well-to-do' families simply looking for fun, adventure, romance (!) and that 'wonderful' husband who would private jet them off to......... …........ …....... …........ (places I dare not mention these days as 'the crazies' are all now in control out there!)   In those days rich........arrived by private jet just to spend just a few days shopping or gambling or whatever else in London.  These days a majority of their successors in wealth head by private jets elsewhere - as London is no longer the 'fun' ('Swinging') Capital it used to be.]
Few of the girls found the eternal romance and happiness they were seeking - and I am sure there were many 'broken hearts'; but that does not mean they should never have 'wished upon a star'.
Likewise the VIPs who came to gamble (sometimes to win but more often than not to loose huge fortunes) they were the nicest people you could ever hope meet – not the persons of 'ill-repute' - always so painted by the British mainstream media at that time.
[Yes Vic did make mistakes - and  paid the price for his errors of judgment.
These were all based on 'trust' and 'honor', on  broken promises made by individuals he knew personally, rather than sticking to 'the letter' of the requirements, which, with hindsight, he should have done.]

He was very moved at what I said and replied:
''Thank you for saying what you just did.  My aunt worked as a 'Bunny' at the Playboy Club when she was younger and I've heard and read so many conflicting stories but never met with anyone who actually worked in the Club itself .  Thanks for that.     Appreciated!''
We parted company going our separate ways and I never saw him again.
I believe (at that time -some 15-20 years ago) that he had recently graduated and was working in 'Logistics' with a well-known organization.

Victor Lownes passed away earlier this year - followed yesterday by Hugh Hefner.

It really is the end of what was a very vibrant and highly creative era.




©Patrick Emek, September 2017





















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Hugh Hefner
(1926-2017)

Many decades ago as a young student I worked for Mr Hefner's 'Under boss' in the accounts department of the Playboy Club on Park Lane, an exclusive area of Central London (literally around the corner in those days from the old offices of MI5, the British Security Service.)

I never met Hefner personally (too low down the pecking chain!) but what I will say was that it was a great company to work for.

Yes we were always under pressure (to balance the books!) and if we did not, we had to stay working on the job until the books balanced – however long it took - into that night and into the following morning if necessary (!)
That (the prospect of not balancing) was a nightmare – which I still remember to this day. You can thus be assured that 99% of the time we balanced the books rather than suffer the consequences.
That being said I can hardly think of another place in London that I, as a 20- something year old, wanted to work than at the prestigious Playboy Club – and not as a Bunny (!)
Even in those dark times (when the books did not balance) we were fed the choicest of steak, lamb, roast, fantastic deserts whilst going crazy into the early hours of the morning seeking those missing bill copies of monies received in the Club to tally up the figures.   The general rule was 'finish the accounting side of the business every day before the Club opens in the evening'.
(We were never offered alcohol whilst working at any time – so a very sober accounts department was always in operation.  I think that we were the only (kept intentionally) 'permanently sober' department in the Playboy Club!)

Many decades later coming home from a function in a major capital city, we were joined coming out of the Hotel by a few people we did not know - except that they had attended that same evening's gathering.
We got talking about many things as we headed towards the Subway and I think one asked me what I did as a student.
I said that I was both studying and working and one of the places I was working part-time was at The Playboy Club in Central London.
(The regular joke to follow after saying this often goes along the lines of  did I like being a 'Bunny' at the Club!)
He asked about the girls (the 'Bunnies') - what were they like?
I told him not to believe the 'fake news' he reads in the Gutter press about The Playboy Club nor it's London CE, Victor Lownes.
He was a great guy to work for and the girls were the sweetest, kindest, most mannerly and hospitable you could ever meet – not the debauched picture of them painted by the prurient and quasi-Victorian British media – which could not stand to see a successful American entrepreneur making money in London in the manner Vic was, and, as with Freddie Laker the 'establishment' 'conspired' to destroy the reputation of the Club and, as the objective, have it's gambling license revoked. [Apart from business rivalry, no doubt there were mountains of jealousy at Lownes – a foreigner, an American, running the most successful Club in Central London.]
[Many of the girls employed as Bunnies were from 'well-to-do' families simply looking for fun, adventure, romance (!) and that 'wonderful' husband who would private jet them off to......... …........ …....... …........ (places I dare not mention these days as 'the crazies' are all now in control out there!)   In those days rich........arrived by private jet just to spend just a few days shopping or gambling or whatever else in London.  These days a majority of their successors in wealth head by private jets elsewhere - as London is no longer the 'fun' ('Swinging') Capital it used to be.]
Few of the girls found the eternal romance and happiness they were seeking - and I am sure there were many 'broken hearts'; but that does not mean they should never have 'wished upon a star'.
Likewise the VIPs who came to gamble (sometimes to win but more often than not to loose huge fortunes) they were the nicest people you could ever hope meet – not the persons of 'ill-repute' - always so painted by the British mainstream media at that time.
[Yes Vic did make mistakes - and  paid the price for his errors of judgment.
These were all based on 'trust' and 'honor', on  broken promises made by individuals he knew personally, rather than sticking to 'the letter' of the requirements, which, with hindsight, he should have done.]

He was very moved at what I said and replied:
''Thank you for saying what you just did.  My aunt worked as a 'Bunny' at the Playboy Club when she was younger and I've heard and read so many conflicting stories but never met with anyone who actually worked in the Club itself .  Thanks for that.     Appreciated!''
We parted company going our separate ways and I never saw him again.
I believe (at that time -some 15-20 years ago) that he had recently graduated and was working in 'Logistics' with a well-known organization.

Victor Lownes passed away earlier this year - followed yesterday by Hugh Hefner.

It really is the end of what was a very vibrant and highly creative era.




©Patrick Emek, September 2017





















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Hugh Hefner
(1926-2017)

Many decades ago as a young student I worked for Mr Hefner's 'Under boss' in the accounts department of the Playboy Club on Park Lane, an exclusive area of Central London (literally around the corner in those days from the old offices of MI5, the British Security Service.)

I never met Hefner personally (too low down the pecking chain!) but what I will say was that it was a great company to work for.

Yes we were always under pressure (to balance the books!) and if we did not, we had to stay working on the job until the books balanced – however long it took - into that night and into the following morning if necessary (!)
That (the prospect of not balancing) was a nightmare – which I still remember to this day. You can thus be assured that 99% of the time we balanced the books rather than suffer the consequences.
That being said I can hardly think of another place in London that I, as a 20- something year old, wanted to work than at the prestigious Playboy Club – and not as a Bunny (!)
Even in those dark times (when the books did not balance) we were fed the choicest of steak, lamb, roast, fantastic deserts whilst going crazy into the early hours of the morning seeking those missing bill copies of monies received in the Club to tally up the figures.   The general rule was 'finish the accounting side of the business every day before the Club opens in the evening'.
(We were never offered alcohol whilst working at any time – so a very sober accounts department was always in operation.  I think that we were the only (kept intentionally) 'permanently sober' department in the Playboy Club!)

Many decades later coming home from a function in a major capital city, we were joined coming out of the Hotel by a few people we did not know - except that they had attended that same evening's gathering.
We got talking about many things as we headed towards the Subway and I think one asked me what I did as a student.
I said that I was both studying and working and one of the places I was working part-time was at The Playboy Club in Central London.
(The regular joke to follow after saying this often goes along the lines of  did I like being a 'Bunny' at the Club!)
He asked about the girls (the 'Bunnies') - what were they like?
I told him not to believe the 'fake news' he reads in the Gutter press about The Playboy Club nor it's London CE, Victor Lownes.
He was a great guy to work for and the girls were the sweetest, kindest, most mannerly and hospitable you could ever meet – not the debauched picture of them painted by the prurient and quasi-Victorian British media – which could not stand to see a successful American entrepreneur making money in London in the manner Vic was, and, as with Freddie Laker the 'establishment' 'conspired' to destroy the reputation of the Club and, as the objective, have it's gambling license revoked. [Apart from business rivalry, no doubt there were mountains of jealousy at Lownes – a foreigner, an American, running the most successful Club in Central London.]
[Many of the girls employed as Bunnies were from 'well-to-do' families simply looking for fun, adventure, romance (!) and that 'wonderful' husband who would private jet them off to......... …........ …....... …........ (places I dare not mention these days as 'the crazies' are all now in control out there!)   In those days rich........arrived by private jet just to spend just a few days shopping or gambling or whatever else in London.  These days a majority of their successors in wealth head by private jets elsewhere - as London is no longer the 'fun' ('Swinging') Capital it used to be.]
Few of the girls found the eternal romance and happiness they were seeking - and I am sure there were many 'broken hearts'; but that does not mean they should never have 'wished upon a star'.
Likewise the VIPs who came to gamble (sometimes to win but more often than not to loose huge fortunes) they were the nicest people you could ever hope meet – not the persons of 'ill-repute' - always so painted by the British mainstream media at that time.
[Yes Vic did make mistakes - and  paid the price for his errors of judgment.
These were all based on 'trust' and 'honor', on  broken promises made by individuals he knew personally, rather than sticking to 'the letter' of the requirements, which, with hindsight, he should have done.]

He was very moved at what I said and replied:
''Thank you for saying what you just did.  My aunt worked as a 'Bunny' at the Playboy Club when she was younger and I've heard and read so many conflicting stories but never met with anyone who actually worked in the Club itself .  Thanks for that.     Appreciated!''
We parted company going our separate ways and I never saw him again.
I believe (at that time -some 15-20 years ago) that he had recently graduated and was working in 'Logistics' with a well-known organization.

Victor Lownes passed away earlier this year - followed yesterday by Hugh Hefner.

It really is the end of what was a very vibrant and highly creative era.




©Patrick Emek, September 2017




















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Tuesday 26 September 2017

   Trump, Donald J, 2017 Financial Disclosures


                          Reposted by request in .pdf download format


https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1PQwrS3VCwcQ2FFMnh6bFpMT0k/view?usp=sharing
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The Cyber Caliphate
(U.S. CENCOM Hacked)

In April of this year, I mentioned a new division of ISIS called 'the Cyber Caliphate'.
It has been in existence since 2015 and is likely to be playing a bigger role in identifying civilian and non-civilian targets for assassination and murder in the future.

Since last year I have been working on an article to identify the extent to which this Cyber Caliphate has been active.
I was shocked to discover that it had hacked the U.S. Central Command in 2015.
(This, by the way, is the equivalent of al-Qaeda hacking civilian air control prior to another 9/11.)

I realized the extent of the problem and was nearing the completion of an article about the extensive nature of this hack.
Through a number of unforeseen circumstances the data I had 'fell into unauthorized hands'.  For a researcher or analyst 'unauthorized' means any person not a researcher – not permitted to hold 'privileged' material necessary for the conduct of our research work.
It's even more a problem when the data you were sent anonymously is the property of the government of another country.

Property Of The Government Of........................
Most Police forces in Europe (including the United Kingdom) are not equipped to handle material of this nature.
Many such Officers are Freemasons, members of political parties, some have links with far left and far right groups some even links with the criminal fraternity and others with foreign intelligence agencies and operatives – maybe through a boyfriend or girlfriend or close friends they meet up with in their social life.

Data such as that I am including here should always be immediately extracted and be returned to the Government of the country from where it originated.
There is another reason for this:
An attack could be imminent on one or more of the persons on such lists by terrorist groups.

How Many US Central Command Lists have Been Hacked By ISIS?
I don't know – but probably quite a few.
I have personal details of some 20,000 U.S. Senior Military and Intelligence Personnel sent to me anonymously with the message that this is part of what the Islamic Cyber Caliphate has hacked from U.S. CENCOM.)

Likely Scenario: (remind you of 9/11?)
The very fact that, lets say for example, the Police in a Western allied country, should they come into possession of such data, might either be slow or indeed not have even divulged this fact to their own intelligence services (that they are in possession of current active lists of U.S. military personnel) for reasons of administrative kudos, could easily result in inadvertently placing the lives of such military Officers in significant and immediate danger – simply because they did not know what they were handling nor it's significance and were too limited in the scope of their own responsibilities.
This is the classic 9/11 scenario.
All the information was there – but compartmentalised - because of bureaucracy (human error.)


What Exactly Did The Cyber Caliphate (ISIS) HACK from CENCOM?

So here it is folks, part of what the Islamic Cyber Caliphate has hacked from U.S. Central Command database.

I have left enough information in so that you can identify one of the lists from which the data was extracted. There are many other lists.

(I am assuming by now that all these personal email addresses have been changed.)

So What Could ISIS Do With Such Hacking Abilities?
Apart from the obvious targeting for assassination through honey traps and (possibly) blackmail, there are many other scenarios (far-fetched as some may seem) too numerous to mention.

The prospect of being able to 'crash' nuclear power stations, hospitals, military and civilian radar systems and, yes, the big one, autonomously launching or prematurely detonating nuclear missiles in their silos, may not be as far away as you and I think.

The point I am making in releasing this data at this particular time is that the hacking (and indeed leaking) of petabytes of data poses real and significant threats to national and international security in the immediate now and into the future and there appears to be very little to guarantee 100% security of any data stored digitally.


If a foreign power, in collusion (either knowingly or unwittingly) with others, can, with impunity, 'take down' a U.S. Presidential Candidate (Hillary Clinton) do not lightly dismiss the capabilities nor reach of a (false-flag) terrorist network and their supporters – however far-fetched the premise might seem – to take down entire infrastructures.   [It is believed that at least one Western coalition nation has sub-contracted  a Middle East country to work out how to do likewise to Iran's conventional military ballistic launch infrastructure.]


©Patrick Emek, September 2017
(I have edited the data below so as not to endanger individuals whose details (and more - data files - not included here) have been in the hands of (the now defunct) the Islamic State's 'Cyber Caliphate' since 2015.)

The 'Go' Army Roster was also hacked by ISIS Cyber Caliphate hackers in late 2014-early 2015.

you can see the Roster list at:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1PQwrS3VCwcR3E0cTNfb25FSDQ/view?usp=sharing


Because all the information is official and there are no personal details on this file (home addresses, next of kin etc etc) I am including it in full .

There are however other databases of U.S. military support organizations believed to have been hacked since their security is not as good as U.S. CENCOM.
Such databases are not shown at this website but are in the public domain.


security details I have omitted:
full home addresses and personal emails

























































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