Breaking News: Revealed truth: "Top-secret CIA operation-mission, led by President Ronald Reagan, was called 'Freedom Fighters"
- Evan Michael McIntyre
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My mother, Alice, and my father, Dr. McIntyre—a devoted medical doctor and nurse team—traveled the world on Christian missions with Doctors Without Borders. During the Cold War, they worked closely with political leaders, including President Ronald Reagan, to provide free medical care to wounded Afghan commanders fighting against the Soviet invasion. At one point, our home sheltered 14 of Afghanistan’s top military commanders. This top secret CIA operation-mission led by President Ronald Reagan was called “Freedom Fighters.”
It’s often the people behind the scenes—like my parents—who quietly shape history. One memory I’ll never forget is a story that still haunts me: The Soviet Union would drop what appeared to be toys from airplanes. Afghan children, drawn to them, would unknowingly pick up what were actually bombs. One young girl, terribly injured by one of those disguised explosives, was brought to my father. Burned from head to toe and left disfigured, she stood in front of a full-length mirror in our home. She was maybe six years old.
In one of the darkest chapters of that era, Soviet forces would drop toys from planes—booby-trapped with explosives—designed to look like gifts. Afghan children, unaware, would run joyfully to pick them up. Many were maimed or killed. This cruel tactic was part of a larger strategy to break the Afghan spirit and resistance.
During this time, my parents—both medical professionals—were appointed by President Ronald Reagan, along with other doctors, to help rehabilitate Afghan army commanders and their families. Their mission was part of a U.S. initiative known as Freedom Fighters, aimed at aiding the Afghan resistance against the Soviet invasion.
While my parents were away helping others, I often felt neglected—missing the love and time most kids take for granted. But one day, I saw this burn-scarred child looking into a full-length mirror in one of the houses where we stayed. In that moment, my heart broke. I understood the depth of my parents’ sacrifice, and I knew they were doing something bigger than all of us.
The Cold War eventually ended—many credit Reagan or Gorbachev, but it was also ordinary people like my parents working behind the scenes who made peace possible. People who never got medals or photo-ops. Just quiet, relentless compassion and courage.
Today, we face another threat. Russia’s aggression in Ukraine is not just a regional conflict—it risks igniting another Cold War, a civil war, or even World War III. As a Cold War kid, I’ve seen what’s at stake.
Support Ukraine. Stand against tyranny. We must stop Putin at all costs.
With love and in memory of all the unseen heroes—DJ Evan McIntyre
Cheers to all Freedom Fighters. God bless not only the USA, but the entire world.
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I deeply admire this country—and the courage of leaders like Ronald Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev—who helped bring the Cold War to an end. Sadly, history seems to be repeating itself. I pray that President Trump and other world leaders can find a peaceful resolution to the Russia–Ukraine conflict before it escalates further. As someone who grew up during the Cold War, I wish more young people today understood how vital their involvement in politics and global affairs is. Politics shouldn’t be a dirty word. It's simply the tool we use to solve problems together.
Yes, the economy is struggling—but we’ve faced worse. My grandfather, Colonel Dr. McIntyre I, fought in both World Wars and lived through the Great Depression. His wisdom would remind us that we are stronger than any crisis we face.
It's time for unity—Democrats and Republicans alike. We are all Americans. Let’s stop pointing fingers and start finding solutions. I believe in hope. I never imagined I’d see the Cold War end, but it did. That taught me that the impossible is possible. We can turn poison into medicine.
The Bible tells us to love our neighbors—even those with opposing political views—and to love our enemies. Through love, we can transform enemies into allies. And don’t we all need more allies?
So I invite you to join me in a Love Revolution—a movement of peace, unity, and purpose.
Peace. Love. And Rock ’n Roll. May God bless you and your family.
— DJ Evan McIntyre #McIntyreStrong #BostonStrong
Here are more photos of the Afghan Freedom Fighters—many of them high-ranking commanders who bravely resisted the Soviet invasion.
Life with the Freedom Fighters and their families—shared with our own, the McIntyres—in our Idaho home.
Just a humble country doctor and nurse wife, working quietly behind the scenes to help end the Cold War and bring peace and freedom to the world.
Treating and rehabilitating wounded fighters from Soviet bomb attacks—then helping them return to the front lines. Part of the CIA top-secret U.S. mission "Freedom Fighters," led under the direction of President Ronald Reagan.
That spirit of mutual respect, cooperation, and freedom of religion played its own quiet role in helping bring the Cold War to an end.
Freedom of religion gave these injured Afghan fighters a sense of dignity and belonging while they were being rehabilitated—before returning to the front lines to resist the Soviets.
We owe our freedom not only to President Ronald Reagan, but also to the brave Afghan warriors and the unsung heroes behind the scenes—like my parents, a doctor-and-nurse team from Idaho, appointed on a secret CIA mission under Reagan’s leadership known as "Freedom Fighters."
Though my family is Christian, we have always believed in freedom of religion and seperation of Church and State. We welcomed our Afghan allies to pray to Allah after we finished our own Christian prayers. It was a simple but profound act of mutual respect and unity—one that strengthened our bond.
Without the deep cooperation and trust between American supporters and these Afghan warriors, the Freedom Fighter mission could have failed. Communism might have spread even further. The Cold War didn’t end solely because of President Reagan or American policy—it ended because the Afghan people refused to give up, even when their children were burned in Soviet airstrikes meant to crush their will. Like many Americans, they lived by the principle: Live Free or Die.
I want to offer my heartfelt thanks and peace to our Afghan allies—so many of whom have been forgotten. But I remember. I know the Cold War came to an end not just because of world leaders like Ronald Reagan and the visionary Mikhail Gorbachev, but also because of the courage of everyday heroes: the Afghan fighters, my parents and other behind-the-scenes helpers, and all those who sacrificed without recognition.
History teaches us: we cannot survive without allies.Just as the Soviet Union helped defeat Nazi Germany in World War II, today’s struggles remind us that freedom is never won alone.
Thank you to the Afghan people. At least one American DJ has not forgotten our shared mission for freedom.
— DJ Evan McIntyre #clubevanradio
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From someone who lived it as a Cold War Kid: peace is possible — but only if we make it work. God bless you, and thank you for being part of this mission.
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SUBJECT: Untold Cold War Story: A CIA Mission, Booby-Trapped Toys, and a Child in the Mirror
Dear [Journalist’s Name],
There’s a story that’s never made the headlines—but it should have. It involves the CIA, a top-secret mission authorized by President Ronald Reagan, and the quiet courage of ordinary Americans who helped win the Cold War from behind the scenes.
During the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, one of the cruelest tactics used was dropping explosives disguised as toys. Afghan children, drawn to what looked like gifts, were maimed or killed. My father, a small-town American doctor, was secretly appointed by the CIA under Reagan’s Freedom Fighters mission to help rehabilitate injured Afghan commanders and their families.
I’ll never forget the day one of those children—a young girl burned from head to toe—stood in front of a mirror in our home. She was maybe six years old. That image has never left me. It was the moment I realized what my parents had sacrificed. While I longed for their presence, they were helping change the course of history.
This is a story not just of covert operations, but of compassion, sacrifice, and the forgotten human cost of global politics. It’s time this story was told.
Please consider covering this untold chapter of Cold War history. I’m available for interviews, and I’d be honored to share the full story with you.
Read more here: https://www.clubevan.com/post/catholic-church-mcintyre-oblates
Contact: Evan Michael McIntyre | DJ & Entrepreneur | ClubEvan.com Email: evanmcintyreradio@gmail.com
Warm regards,
DJ Evan Michael McIntyre
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Further Reading on Catholic Oblates:
During her remission from cancer, my mother, Alice McIntyre, was honored with Oblation by the Catholic Church — a rare and deeply meaningful recognition within the Benedictine tradition. Despite being Baptist, not Catholic, she was welcomed and celebrated for her lifelong service to others. The Catholic Diocese defines Oblation as “our act of adoring God and making an offering to Him.” It was a powerful affirmation of her selfless contributions to the community.
My father was later also Oblated, further affirming the quiet legacy of compassion and sacrifice both of my parents lived by. After decades of behind-the-scenes service — including their work during the Cold War — they found peace, reflection, and spiritual rest at St. Gertrude’s Monastery in Cottonwood, Idaho. It became a sanctuary for them, and eventually, the place where their ashes were laid to rest.
While I remain American Baptist and have been vocal about my disappointment with the scandals that have shaken the Catholic Church, I will always be grateful for the kindness, shelter, and ongoing support the Church — particularly the community at St. Gertrude’s — has shown me and my family. I spoke with many priests and was invited to special ceremonies at the Vatican when in Rome back in 2000. The Catholic Church has always been a powerful ally to me and they are my biggest living guardian angels - offering me protection currently. Thank you for all your love and I know that despte the scandals that the strong of you are good Christians and a mission for peace. Your recognition of my parents’ legacy will never be forgotten.
My Parents at the Catholic Church Oblation Ceremony Reception.
Catholic Church honoring my parents - Doctor and Nurse Team who lived their lives in selfless service - Oblates
This newspaper article on Mom came out on my birthday after she passed from cancer. It was a somber party but I thank my sister Beeb for organizing the party and the family for getting me a cake despite all the grief the family was going through.
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I studied Benedictine "Rules for Life" with my parents at St. Gertrude and signed this peace agreement in 2002. I have not done so well on the fasting part. However, I have been an activist for peace and Civil Rights long before I signed this agreement. But, make no mistake, I also follow the philosophy of President Reagan's "Peace through Strength." When dictators threaten our freedom - I hope they are overthrown without civilian losses. Very much like when Bin Laden was taken out without civilians being harmed. This was a brilliant intelligence move. But, I pray that no lives are taken in our quest to remain free.
St. Gertrude Monastery and Convent where mom and dad would often spend weekends in Cottonwood, Idaho.
The New English Bible my mom gave me before I moved to Virginia is one of my most treasured possessions. Inside, she wrote a note encouraging me to read the Book of John. I believe she wanted me to embody the spirit of John—someone who, even in troubled times, pointed others toward Jesus and the light of God's love.
I believe that’s my mission too—not to judge, not to preach fire and brimstone, but simply to remind people now and then of the life and love of Jesus. I'm not a religious zealot. I don't claim to be perfect. But I do believe in shining a light where I can.
The Bible isn’t always easy to understand, and not everything in it reflects the love and grace of Jesus. The Old Testament, written by men, includes laws that no longer hold—rules that allowed slavery, forbade eating shrimp, or condemned tattoos. But when Jesus came, he brought a new covenant. He shifted the focus away from judgment and toward compassion.
That’s why I focus on the life and teachings of Jesus—who told us:“Judge not, lest ye be judged.”“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”“Love your enemies.”“Love your neighbor.”And above all, help the poor.
Jesus never spoke a word against homosexuality, but he condemned the self-righteous, the exploiters, and those who preyed on the weak. He flipped over the money-changers’ tables in the temple, warning us that “the love of money is the root of all evil,” and that “it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.”
I'm not perfect. I’ve made mistakes. But I remember what my mother once told me during a medical mission in Mexico—shortly after I was conceived. She said, “God told me you would be special.” I used to laugh and think, “Oh great… I’m going to be a preacher.” That was the last thing I wanted. But now, I see that maybe I am meant to share a message—one of love, light, and healing.
Maybe I can shine a light not just on Jesus, but on all peacemakers—like the Buddha and others who taught compassion and connection. I believe we become what we focus on. If I look for evil, I’ll find it. But if I look for angels, I’ll find them too. I choose to look for the good.
At the end of that note in the Bible, Mom wrote:“My dearest Bacha — meho — son.”
When she passed away, I was shattered. I numbed the pain with drugs and alcohol. She was my best friend and a light to the world. I still cry missing her. But one day, in a conversation with a Lyft driver, I told him I was a sinner. He replied, “Evan, God loves you. He will take care of you. You are going to heaven.”
That simple kindness—that faith—was exactly what I needed in a moment of despair. Words can heal, just like Jesus did. Or they can hurt. I hope you choose to heal. I know I will try… even though the weight of the world has felt crushing at times, I will try.
In my final days—or in whatever days I have left—I want to start a Love Revolution.We all sin. But Jesus died to lift that burden from us.Our sins aren’t life sentences—they’re just mistakes. And Jesus says: “Go and sin no more.”Will we fall again? Yes. But we can always get back up.
It’s time to end the hate, the division, the judgment—and start the healing.Let’s stop condemning and start connecting.Let’s stop fearing and start loving.
My name, Evan, means “Heaven Sent.”Maybe everything really does happen for a reason.And no matter how dark it gets—you can always begin again.
If you’re in despair, reach out to me. I will respond. EvanMcIntyreRadio@gmail.com
“My cup runneth over. Surely goodness a nd mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen.”
Peace and Love,DJ Evan Michael McIntyre
She is my guardian Angel. I will see you again! #heavenbound
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