At first, when I got to Ft. Bening, Georgia and Alabama, I was nearly
catatonic; the stress was overbearing my psyche and my nervous
system. However, since at least at the Ft. Bening, they either did
not allow it or my research 2 of 2 `adversaries' did not get to me
(they do not have to allow a thing: there are soldiers who follow
secondary chains of command: biomedical research block ops of the so—
called Sandia Labs is one of them; majority of the medical staff does
look the other way because they are afraid of transfer. I do not call
them `oppressors,' since myself, I am a research subject / member of
the Psi Ops Black Op of the so-called Sandia Labs; I do receive
telepathic messages/instructions from them how to peacefully sabotage
and peacefully impede the research run by the Biomedical Black Op
while my more able brothers and sisters try to defeat them). Either
way: not even Mr. Ed Baginski using his relative, Maureen Baginski, a
Vice—Director in FBI (heads the anti—terrorist effort in counter—
intelligence), and his cousin, Honorable Anthony Mineo (known to the
Italian—Americans in New Jersey as the Mafia Boss) who is one of the
local CEO's of the Group 4 Folck Wackenhut (he is visited on the
weekly basis by another FBI agent at the headquarters of the Group 4
Folck Wackenhut at 25 Commerce Drive) could persuade the persons
representing both groups running research on me to end it. The
meeting took place in January, 2003, at the Traffic Division: Mr. Ed
BAGINSKI, LT, used deception to get the entire Traffic and Violations
Divisions and myself, included, to be witnesses of this conversation.
He did try to plea my case, by saying that I am going to fail, and
that any `apologies' will be most likely impossible, and even if
possible extremely difficult. He told his local higher ups that he
was not going to put hand cuffs on me or fire me "no matter what" as
long as they against his explicit objection continued to run either
or both forms of research on me.
Later on, a City Council member's relative (niece, I do guess) needed
a job, and my situation was getting worse: I did quit after being
advised by SGT. GOSS that I was going to fail no matter what. I quit.
90—fifty days later, after she quit or they let go off of her after
the probate period, they did call me to get back to work. I did not
return this call. In spite of that in December, 2004, the cops and
other employees of the Elizabeth Police Department (such as Parking
Violation Officers like I) got in trouble for shooting life ammo at
windows of random houses, if I did return, I probably would have been
able to cash on some of the money trains. Ed has everyone's asses
covered because his "Big Sis" is a "hot shot" in FBI. If I did
wrongly connect the Elizabeth, NJ, Police Department with both forms
of research, I would be loaded with money by now.
Instead, I did try to find a job where they would not find me: I did
not.
I decided to run away into the military: after I reached Ft. Bening
in a catatonic—like stress exertion, I did start very slowly coming
down: becomming a little less tense every day. The stress of the
Basic Training and AIT was less to me than the stress of the research
(both forms).
However, after I got to Hohenfels, Bavaria, Germany, it all started
again. I knew that I was just to be a lab rat, and you cannot be
both: you can be only one thing at once: either a lab rat or an
Infantryman. Someone chose for me: I was to be a lab rat. This is why
I am awaiting a discharge based on personality disorder (since, it is
not mental illness; I am still responsible for my actions, and
myself). My simple human decency does not allow me to slack off. I
have still improved my APFT score: when I came here, on the
diagnostic, I did fail push ups by 1 (69%), on the last diagnostic, I
did get better (74%), my sit ups did improve from 54 at most to 64,
and my run time did improve from well above 14:30 to 13:54, and I am
33. When I came to Hohenfels, at the very best, I was able to do 1—
one chin—up, now at best I can do 9—nine correct chin—ups. My
physical ability has increased greatly. My confidence in my abilities
as a soldier has increased moderately, but in a significant way.
Although, the catatonic—like stress exertion did not come back, as of
yet, I have become, in many instances, tense again. The only factor
that helps me is praying – it does calm me down in spite of both
forms of research.
If not for the research, I could probably feel and be relaxed twice
as many times as I am at present. However, I know that both forms of
research are paramount and the completion of both forms of research
does take precedence above my personal health, my family's interest,
and above the US Army's need to train and maintain soldiers: Research
is and always will be paramount to everything else. Most especially
that I am very replaceable, and because over the last couple years,
the Recruiting Centers have produced surplus of new soldiers.

Sincerely, Robert Kolakowski husband of Annie M. Lehnhnhardt—
Kolakowksi nee DeVone, mother of Tatiyanna Ebonet Lehnhardt (who has
been reported as missing a couple weeks ago; she is 21, but she needs
a personal handler; due to research run on me her mental illness,
Bipolar I, got aggravated, and since a couple moths, she started to
smoke pot and do drugs; moreover, her latest therapy added 20,000.00
US dollars to our debt – after her mother's, my wife's, Insurance
rejected the insurance claim, since she quit college lying to us that
she did not: as her mother's husband I am co—responsible for the
debt. Moreover, I would love to find her; I do doubt that my Wife or
the local cops will be able to).
I was born on 28DEC73 in Bialystok, POLAND.
I am son of Stanislaw (and Eugenia) Kolakowski (Kolakowska).