Once upon a time my uncle worked for a large computer company called Honeywell in the DC area. Honeywell did a lot of government contract work. My uncle had a high security clearance. We don’t know exactly what he did, but he’d fly off to exotic locales like the arctic circle or Turkey for various assignments.
Once he came back from northern northern northern Norway, and the US government let him keep about 16 of the 36-photo roll of photos he took (this was late 1970s). The photos we were allowed to see could’ve been New Hampshire for all we could tell: snowy trees, half a wooden house, a flag pole without the flag visible, and in one, the teenist bit of gray US Navy ship railing.
In 1979, he was on an assignment in Turkey, when the Iranian revolution happened and American hostages were taken at the US embassy. *Suppppposedly*… we learned later there had been discussion of my uncle (as he was “in the area”) going to Iran to recover? destroy? embassy computer(s). But it was deemed too dangerous and he did not go. I have no idea of the validity of this almost-dramatic story.
ANYWAY, as a young person in the late 1970s, like many of us, i was completely sucked into the hostage story. I am forever grateful i do not have a personal connection to it.
Our nation’s relationship with Iran has long been fraught, well before the hostages. And clearly, a long time to come. Sigh.