Lt Jack Wilkin's life and death were veiled in secrecy. It wasn't always that way; I always thought he was just an ordinary dad, working his nine to five. It only became apparent to me at his funeral when my grandmother asked me one question. "Do you think he was in the CIA?" From that day on, his life became my quest. The mystery behind Lt Jack Wilkins is alive and well, even years after his death. Jack had a restless spirit at a young age and no time for God. He was a chain smoker and a moderately heavy drinker, "it clears your mind" he used to tell me. He was the calmest guy I had ever met.

And he was a spy. Jack is recruited for months by the Colonel for one more mission, twenty years after his last. Does he stay and risk everything or does he go, and risk everything? Civil life in the states had treated him well but his nomadic spirit wins out. He decides to nestle covertly, into a povertous region of Central America they call the Banana Republic, disguised as a fisherman; camo'd as a crack pot gringo. He is assigned a task to save a small war-torn country. Jack is charged with organizing a not so surreptitious assault on a nation he really has no business being in. What he found was an amazing culture with battle lines drawn. Jack's mission is to disrupt and divide a nation that was fighting for freedom and self-reliance but what he sees are a people full of life, devout in their beliefs, genuine to the core, including the enemy.

All in all, what he discovered is that he was a man after his own heart, searching for the real truth in the jungles of Nicaragua.