HOW I GOT 'DEEP' INTO FBI SECRETS

By BOB WOODWARD Thu Jun 2

WASHINGTON — In 1970, when I was serving as a lieutenant in the
U.S. Navy and assigned to Adm. Thomas Moorer, the chief of naval operations, I some times acted as a courier, taking documents to the White House.

One evening, I was dispatched with a package to the lower level of the West Wing of the White House, where there was a little waiting area near the Situation Room.

It could be a long wait for the right person to come out and sign for the material, sometimes an hour or more, and after I had been waiting for a while, a tall man with perfectly combed gray hair came in and sat down near me. His suit was dark, his shirt white, and his necktie subdued. He was probably 25 to 30 years older and was carrying what looked like a file case or briefcase.

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