Dan L. Collins
US Army SFC (retired)
Military Intelligence - Military Police
June 1983 _ Framed by (my attorney) Military Intelligence officer Sverre O. Staurset, Major, USAR, Special Forces, and
Military Intelligence. Also participated Pierce County Sheriff, American Lake Veterans Administration.
Protect careers, ruin reputation and credibility as witness to several murders at Fort Lewis.
Pacific Rim Trouble Case
List of Expectations
Department Of The Army:
1. Clean record.
2. Date of Retirement _ January 21, 1987 upgraded to date I was released from court supervision _ January 14, 1997.
3. Between January 21, 1987 and January 14, 1997 promotion to First Sergeant E-9 with back pay.
4. Federal Concealed Pistol License.
5. State of Washington: Expunge file, all levels, all agencies.
Compensation _ $5,000,000 _ State of Washington pays taxes.
Washington State Concealed Pistol License (see multiple incidents below).
6. City of Fircrest _
Compensation _ $1,000,000 _ City of Fircrest pays taxes.
Washington State Concealed Pistol License:
See Western State Hospital Court Letter dated December 8, 1983.
Consensual sexual liaison, not criminally insane, not suffering from a major mental illness.
Prosecutor attempted to defend me because attorney Staurset refused to do so.
Prosecutor attempted to place the document into evidence, however Judge Healy did not allow.
Prosecutor refused to sign court disposition confining me twenty-to-life on locked ward.
US Army SFC (retired)
Military Intelligence - Military Police
June 1983 _ Framed by (my attorney) Military Intelligence officer Sverre O. Staurset, Major, USAR, Special Forces, and
Military Intelligence. Also participated Pierce County Sheriff, American Lake Veterans Administration.
Protect careers, ruin reputation and credibility as witness to several murders at Fort Lewis.
Pacific Rim Trouble Case
List of Expectations
Department Of The Army:
1. Clean record.
2. Date of Retirement _ January 21, 1987 upgraded to date I was released from court supervision _ January 14, 1997.
3. Between January 21, 1987 and January 14, 1997 promotion to First Sergeant E-9 with back pay.
4. Federal Concealed Pistol License.
5. State of Washington: Expunge file, all levels, all agencies.
Compensation _ $5,000,000 _ State of Washington pays taxes.
Washington State Concealed Pistol License (see multiple incidents below).
6. City of Fircrest _
Compensation _ $1,000,000 _ City of Fircrest pays taxes.
Washington State Concealed Pistol License:
See Western State Hospital Court Letter dated December 8, 1983.
Consensual sexual liaison, not criminally insane, not suffering from a major mental illness.
Prosecutor attempted to defend me because attorney Staurset refused to do so.
Prosecutor attempted to place the document into evidence, however Judge Healy did not allow.
Prosecutor refused to sign court disposition confining me twenty-to-life on locked ward.
Attorney Sverre O. Staurset
Reimburse all legal fees with interest.
Staurset admitted accepting three bribes from
State of Washington not to properly represent me
and not sue the state.
Reimburse all legal fees with interest.
Staurset admitted accepting three bribes from
State of Washington not to properly represent me
and not sue the state.
Sverre O. Staurset
Consensual sexual liaison, not criminally insane, not suffering from a major mental illness. Prosecutor attempted to defend me because my attorney Staurset refused to.
Prosecutor attempted to place the document into evidence, however Judge Healy
did not allow. Prosecutor refused to sign court disposition confining me
twenty-to-life on locked ward.
Prosecutor attempted to place the document into evidence, however Judge Healy
did not allow. Prosecutor refused to sign court disposition confining me
twenty-to-life on locked ward.
Washington State Concealed Pistol License:
Multiple Serious Incidents
Recent surveillance at Fred Meyer Mildred Street.
Loading groceries into my van (raining). Something odd about vehicle with two occupants. Noted license plate. Returned to my van after replacing shopping cart, other vehicle was gone.
Turning onto my street I spotted the vehicle parked two doors down.
Parked my van in garage, proceeded around side of motor home. Two white males exited the vehicle, proceeded directly to my driveway, up the steps to my front porch in the dark. From their familiarity they had conducted previous reconnaissance.
I was six feet behind them up the steps, moved to one side, and bracketed them in extremely bright LED light.
One of the men had his hand on the door knob. Blinding both men with the light and challenging their presence, one of them told me they were missionaries. I was soaking wet, the missionaries after "supposedly" going door to door were dry.
Unable to produce distribution... I (rudely) escorted them off the property.
They returned one night at 10:30 PM. I was sitting in a chair observing activity on my street. Again bracketing them with the same LED light, they produced religious distribution. Again... I (rudely) escorted them off the property.
Missionaries at 10:30 PM... Give me a break!
Multiple Serious Incidents
Recent surveillance at Fred Meyer Mildred Street.
Loading groceries into my van (raining). Something odd about vehicle with two occupants. Noted license plate. Returned to my van after replacing shopping cart, other vehicle was gone.
Turning onto my street I spotted the vehicle parked two doors down.
Parked my van in garage, proceeded around side of motor home. Two white males exited the vehicle, proceeded directly to my driveway, up the steps to my front porch in the dark. From their familiarity they had conducted previous reconnaissance.
I was six feet behind them up the steps, moved to one side, and bracketed them in extremely bright LED light.
One of the men had his hand on the door knob. Blinding both men with the light and challenging their presence, one of them told me they were missionaries. I was soaking wet, the missionaries after "supposedly" going door to door were dry.
Unable to produce distribution... I (rudely) escorted them off the property.
They returned one night at 10:30 PM. I was sitting in a chair observing activity on my street. Again bracketing them with the same LED light, they produced religious distribution. Again... I (rudely) escorted them off the property.
Missionaries at 10:30 PM... Give me a break!
Dates, Times, Events, and Locations "may" seem to be out of place in this web site.
Not me... Simply "authorities" have so often linked one-with-another, they have woven a convoluted web of misdirection overlaid with multiple layers of smoke screens.
Pentagon file classified, State file sealed, attorney rights vacated.
Authorities have a lot to hide. Credibility goes with me.
Vietnam 1968-69 Dustoff Medic _ We received a mission for a school house blown up with two command detonated Chinese claymore mines. A few minutes later the mission was scrubbed. Then within minutes the mission was on again.
When we arrived, the scene was absolute pandemonium. How were "investigators" able so quickly to identify the source of the two explosions. Looking up, I spotted an Air America (CIA) Huey with a full movie crew filming our dramatic rescue. The mission was scrubbed initially because Air America was late arriving on target.
February 1969 _ The other Dustoff involved in the school house mission was shot down by friendly fire RPG with no survivors.
April 8, 1969 _ My helicopter was shot down by friendly-fire. 120 knot crash and burn. Any wreckage with a bullet hole that did not melt in the fire was hoisted-out and dropped into the river to hide evidence.
Not me... Simply "authorities" have so often linked one-with-another, they have woven a convoluted web of misdirection overlaid with multiple layers of smoke screens.
Pentagon file classified, State file sealed, attorney rights vacated.
Authorities have a lot to hide. Credibility goes with me.
Vietnam 1968-69 Dustoff Medic _ We received a mission for a school house blown up with two command detonated Chinese claymore mines. A few minutes later the mission was scrubbed. Then within minutes the mission was on again.
When we arrived, the scene was absolute pandemonium. How were "investigators" able so quickly to identify the source of the two explosions. Looking up, I spotted an Air America (CIA) Huey with a full movie crew filming our dramatic rescue. The mission was scrubbed initially because Air America was late arriving on target.
February 1969 _ The other Dustoff involved in the school house mission was shot down by friendly fire RPG with no survivors.
April 8, 1969 _ My helicopter was shot down by friendly-fire. 120 knot crash and burn. Any wreckage with a bullet hole that did not melt in the fire was hoisted-out and dropped into the river to hide evidence.
Pentagon Pacific Rim Trouble Case
April 3, 2006 _ Key Bank parking lot, University Place, Washington ...
I was contacted by intelligence officer on the staff of Congressman Adam Smith.
He informed me he was present in the Tactical Intelligence Operations Center - Saigon, and monitored radio traffic during the massacre, the friendly-fire murder of the other Dustoff crew, and my helicopter being shot down by friendly fire.
He warned me to cease Internet activities concerning my attorney Sverre O. Staurset or face serious life-changing events.
Ten years after my 1983 arrest Staurset admitted he was an intelligence officer and participated in framing me for rape to ruin my reputation and credibility as a witness. He admitted accepting three bribes from State of Washington not to properly represent me, and not sue the state.
August 1997 _ My Washington State file was sealed, and my attorney rights was vacated.
I was contacted by intelligence officer on the staff of Congressman Adam Smith.
He informed me he was present in the Tactical Intelligence Operations Center - Saigon, and monitored radio traffic during the massacre, the friendly-fire murder of the other Dustoff crew, and my helicopter being shot down by friendly fire.
He warned me to cease Internet activities concerning my attorney Sverre O. Staurset or face serious life-changing events.
Ten years after my 1983 arrest Staurset admitted he was an intelligence officer and participated in framing me for rape to ruin my reputation and credibility as a witness. He admitted accepting three bribes from State of Washington not to properly represent me, and not sue the state.
August 1997 _ My Washington State file was sealed, and my attorney rights was vacated.
December 1976 _ Fort Lewis 2/75th Ranger: Night parachute jump into Oregon aboard C-130.
PFC Randy Alyea offered me an orange from his lunch box. He did not touch the orange. I noticed it was "slick" with oil. There was a bright flash of light. I was extremely distressed, hallucinating too severely to exit the aircraft.
Someone (jump master) had to have signaled Alyea we were approaching the drop zone.
For my in flight jump refusal I was terminated from the unit.
Fast Forward: _ April 1983, Alyea introduced himself to women as "Dan Collins".
Alyea raped six women at gunpoint. He was arrested (on or about April 22nd) and identified by five of his victims. My attorney Sverre Staurset's law partner, Daryl Graves represented Alyea.
Alyea walked. I was sentenced twenty-to-life on a locked ward.
Ten years after my arrest Staurset admitted he was an intelligence officer and participated in framing me. He also admitted accepting three bribes from State of Washington not to properly represent me and not sue the state.
See Alyea's amended (sanitized) arrest records below.
End Fast Forward:
PFC Randy Alyea offered me an orange from his lunch box. He did not touch the orange. I noticed it was "slick" with oil. There was a bright flash of light. I was extremely distressed, hallucinating too severely to exit the aircraft.
Someone (jump master) had to have signaled Alyea we were approaching the drop zone.
For my in flight jump refusal I was terminated from the unit.
Fast Forward: _ April 1983, Alyea introduced himself to women as "Dan Collins".
Alyea raped six women at gunpoint. He was arrested (on or about April 22nd) and identified by five of his victims. My attorney Sverre Staurset's law partner, Daryl Graves represented Alyea.
Alyea walked. I was sentenced twenty-to-life on a locked ward.
Ten years after my arrest Staurset admitted he was an intelligence officer and participated in framing me. He also admitted accepting three bribes from State of Washington not to properly represent me and not sue the state.
See Alyea's amended (sanitized) arrest records below.
End Fast Forward:
Alyea introduced himself to women as "Dan Collins".
Alyea raped six women at gunpoint.
Alyea raped six women at gunpoint.
Fingerprints smudged - unreadable.
Signature redacted.
Signature redacted.
Medical diseases dealing with simple assault.
Alyea raped six women and concerns were
related to sexually transmitted diseases.
Alyea raped six women and concerns were
related to sexually transmitted diseases.
1977 Fort Lewis _ After leaving the Ranger unit I joined the Fort Lewis Parachute Club. I could not afford to purchase my own parachute, however using club parachutes I got in several static line jumps. Third jump of the day I got careless repacking my parachute. We were jumping from a CH-47 and SFC (Ranger) Mattoon held me back until we were over Cherry Hill forest.
Pulled down my toggles. When I got careless I packed twist in my risers, toggles would not reset. Spilling air I would not give Mattoon satisfaction of cutting away. I rode it in, missed all of the trees and landed in a ditch. Just Mattoon screwing with me as usual, no harm intended. He was my Ranger platoon sergeant in 1976.
1980 Fort Lewis _ 2/39th Infantry _ Battalion Commander LTC Stephens was an empty uniform from Pentagon for command time, slated to return to Pentagon and fast track promotion. Soldiers under his command were the least of his concerns.
LTC Stephens went home one night when I was medical platoon sergeant. Arriving at work the following day he found I was his intelligence sergeant. He was too paranoid to allow me to attend staff meetings.
Confronting me, he demanded to know who sent me to spy on him. He relieved me of duty and personally signed the order for transfer to Military Police. See Document.
Pulled down my toggles. When I got careless I packed twist in my risers, toggles would not reset. Spilling air I would not give Mattoon satisfaction of cutting away. I rode it in, missed all of the trees and landed in a ditch. Just Mattoon screwing with me as usual, no harm intended. He was my Ranger platoon sergeant in 1976.
1980 Fort Lewis _ 2/39th Infantry _ Battalion Commander LTC Stephens was an empty uniform from Pentagon for command time, slated to return to Pentagon and fast track promotion. Soldiers under his command were the least of his concerns.
LTC Stephens went home one night when I was medical platoon sergeant. Arriving at work the following day he found I was his intelligence sergeant. He was too paranoid to allow me to attend staff meetings.
Confronting me, he demanded to know who sent me to spy on him. He relieved me of duty and personally signed the order for transfer to Military Police. See Document.
I was not assigned as desk sergeant rather to a platoon for patrol duty. My platoon leader was 2LT Nyland. She was about as unprofessional as anyone could be.
She would storm into situations already under control and being worked-out, demanding everyone be taken into custody. This behavior generated a full scale bar fight in the Madigan Club, spilling-over onto the front lawn and parking lot. She jumped into her cruiser and drove away.
In a domestic dispute, everything under control, she stormed in and demanded the soldier be taken into custody, at which point the spouse grabbed an iron skillet and cold cocked my patrol partner. Again LT Nyland ran away.
There were many other incidents, always covered-up by Provost Marshal Colonel Weinstein, because LT Nyland was female, and her daddy was a general.
January 1981 _ LT Nyland, too busy flirting with her enlisted boyfriend failed to complete our morning briefing, resulting in the murder of a fourteen year old female. The previous day (day of incomplete briefing) my patrol partner and I observed a young female hitch hiking near Gray Airfield. I warned her Fort Lewis was a dangerous place and she should not accept rides. Provost Marshal would not allow courtesy transports.
The following morning we were instructed to respond for a dead body discovered in the woods. This was the young girl I warned not to accept rides at Fort Lewis.
Crime scene was soon populated with LT Nyland, CID, OSI, Air Force Security Police, FBI, Washington State Patrol, Detectives from Pierce, Thurston, and King Counties. I was instructed to identify the body. LT Nyland sarcastic as always, "What's the matter Collins! Never seen a dead body before!"
For the record, Vietnam, Germany, Oklahoma, Arkansas, McChord, and Fort Lewis. This particular dead body bothered me because her death should not have happened, and would not have happened except through LT Nyland's dereliction of duty.
I saw a blue volkswagon beetle with chrome pipes round the curve on dirt road entering crime scene. Apparently he had returned to view his latest kill. Pistol in hand I quickly moved through the crowd and had the driver at gunpoint. LT Nyland and others got between us. In the confusion the suspect backed out and escaped.
A few minutes later others realized this was the serial killer we had been searching for for four months. Provost Marshal Weinstein again covered for LT Nyland.
A few months later I was assigned a new patrol partner known to be a kiss-ass, and totally unreliable. We received an assault call to my old unit (LTC Stephens). When we arrived the CQ informed us there had been no assault, however a soldier matching the description was in the day room.
Entering the day room I was immediately attacked by the suspect. He gained control of my pistol. More like a bar fight than scripted martial arts movies. I won the fight by accident when my assailant lost his footing. During the fight my patrol partner made no effort to assist me.
Challenged for his cowardice, he responded, "I didn't want to get into trouble."
I had been setup, and my patrol partner was part of the setup.
My assailant did not spend a single night behind bars. My patrol partner was promoted to plain clothes investigator (PMI). I was relieved of duty and reassigned to the training office.
If I had been killed in LTC Stephens unit, there would have been no investigation.
September 1981 _ Military Police field training exercise. I was notified at night in the field that LTC Powell, five other Rangers and attached Warrant officer had been murdered in engineered C-130 crash. I was alerted for reassignment to the Ranger unit to replace medical platoon sergeant.
October 1981 _ Reassigned to Ranger unit.
November 1981 _ Individual in forest pattern BDU with SFC chevrons stood in the doorway of my office. Stared me down, said nothing and departed.
A few weeks later he returned to my office door wearing Dress Greens with Major's Oak Leaves on his shoulders. Stared me down, said nothing and departed.
December 2, 1981 _ Command (senior personnel) C-130 night parachute jump. Stood up to hook up. The Major punched me in my head and personally hooked-up my static line.
Parachute failed. Stiff breeze under my chin. For some reason I felt pretty much at peace. I determined if he gave me one broken parachute, he gave me two broken parachutes. I would not give him the satisfaction of attempting to use my reserve.
Lowered my rucksack, assumed landing position.
No forward speed, came down with my right foot impacting my rucksack, knocked over on my back. Right leg broken 180 degree roll-over, heel up, toes facing the ground. Fractured right hip, spine and neck injuries, three hernias, two black eyes, bleeding from right ear.
Another unit operating in the area, using NV told me I came out of the sky with the glide path of a brick.
Dustoff to Madigan General Hospital (now Madigan Army Medical Center). Orthopedic Surgeon, Captain Casio wheeled my gurney to the orthopedic clinic (no witnesses there).
Without anesthesia he twisted, pulled my leg and manipulated broken bones into basic place. He told me he had to gage my reaction to pain. Administered 1/4 grain of Morphine and wheeled me to surgical ward.
I woke up in pain. The nurse checked my chart remarked it had been four hours since my last dose of Morphine. She administered an injection of Demerol. I pointed out my IV had backed-up with blood in the tube. She checked my chart, remarking IV was not supposed to be turned off.
She restarted my IV. I watched the clear fluid push the blood out of the tube.
I felt a surge, rush, vision gray, vision black. I died.
From across the ward I watched the crash team pull me back.
Someone hot loaded my IV tube with Morphine. Probably Captain Casio.
When I was released from the hospital I refused to terminate my Ranger assignment.
January 1982 I was reassigned to 9th Medical Battalion as a platoon sergeant. Extremely hostile environment. HHC commander was born and raised in Germany, and insisted upon being addressed as Hauptman Stauss. He wore a non-regulation straw cowboy hat with a feather. His office was plastered with every diploma and certificate imaginable.
Captain Stauss had a hard-on for Vietnam Veterans.First Sergeant and I both had flown Dustoff in Vietnam. His attitude was reflected by the troops. E-3 and E-4 would laugh at our instructions, walk away, and if pressed would comment, "Fuck with me and I'll have your stripes." PT was a joke with enlisted and officers alike dropping out of the one mile morning run. The battalion commander also reflected the attitude of Captain Stauss.
WhenI was an MP we placed a female inside HHC. She uncovered a lesbian cell of fifteen women, including Straw, Becket and Penna (see general court martial). The cell basically had control of HHC.
When I had a problem at the motor pool and instructed Straw, Beckett, Penna, and others to perform maintenance, one of the other girls slipped away and returned with Captain Stauss and the Battalion Commander.
Captain Stauss ordered, "Don't fuck with the troops! If you want something done, do it yourself!"
I was assigned to 9th Med from January to August, and in all that time Captain Stauss never allowed a platoon office, having me remain in the First Sergeants office.
I could fill an entire page with the crap that was happening in HHC 9th Med.
General Court Martial might as well be discussed now.
August 1982 _ PCS to Germany on a reduced paper trail, no assignment.
Senior personnel always have a direct assignment to gaining unit.
I knew better than to leave the military reservation.
I had managed to control for sixteen years what would later be identified as PTSD. The parachute "failure", hot load of Morphine, pain, the pain for months, the intense stress had been building for many months.
I was admitted to an unlocked psychiatric ward at Bad Cannstatt Army Hospital diagnosed with PTSD.
September 1982 _ I was ordered to return to Fort Lewis, immediately arrested by CID Agents and transported to the stockade.
Sixty days and sixty nights in pretrial solitary confinement. Bright lights 24/7, not allowed to cover my eyes to sleep, required to lie on my back facing lights. Required to sit barefoot on cold concrete floor eight hours a day, aggravating injuries from December 1981 parachute failure.
Day sixty-one the warden informed me the abusive treatment was directed from higher-higher outside Fort Lewis. He told me Special Forces and Military Intelligence at Fort Bragg were conducting conditions of my confinement.
I was placed in a two man cell, boots and uniform with rank (prisoners do not wear rank). He assigned me duties as primary instructor for the stockade guards.
I will make it clear Straw, Beckett, and Penna having refused to perform vehicle maintenance prior to a Yakima convoy, demanded I give them a three day pass to California - Disneyland.
I said, "No."
Charged with rape, indecent assault, and adultery. My attorney Staurset (participated in framing me in 1983) instructed me to plead guilty to adultery as it would impress the jury.
On the witness stand their cover stories fell apart and they admitted they wanted revenge because I told them what to do, checked-up on them, and refused a three day pass to Disneyland.
Straw had severe acne, vaginal herpes so bad her BDU crotch was constantly wet from seepage. Sex with Straw, extremely unlikely, but the adultery charge stuck because attorney Staurset told me to plead guilty (fined $1,200).
Court Martial was executed from Fort Bragg by Special Forces and Military Intelligence.
They did not accomplish their mission.
Court Martial was classified and CID Agents confiscated my trial transcript.
For the following four months I remained unassigned. I phoned the Pentagon and was informed I was "still" in Germany. I had been at Fort Lewis for eight months.
June 1983 _ I was arrested at gunpoint by Pierce County Sheriff Detective and five uniformed deputies. Seven months in pretrial solitary confinement.
I was framed by my Attorney Sverre O. Staurset, Special Forces, Military Intelligence, Pierce County Sheriff, and American Lake Veterans Administration.
Ten years after my arrest Staurset admitted he was a Military Intelligence officer (Major) USAR and participated in framing me. He admitted accepting three bribes from State of Washington not to properly represent me, and not sue the state.
Staurset told me the judge and prosecutor were aware the Army had framed me. In a jury trial I would be acquitted, and if I returned to Fort Lewis I probably would be killed.
I never told my wife or Staurset my parachute had been sabotaged, or about the hot load of Morphine. Undoubtedly he had the information and knew I would cooperate.
He told me to plead guilty in exchange for six months protective custody and I would be discharged from the Army.
I was sentenced twenty-to-life on a locked ward.
1984 _ Western State Hospital (Day One) _ Forensic Therapist Marie Erickson introduced me to the other prisoners.
Erickson, "This is Dan! He murdered babies in Vietnam!"
I was a Dustoff medic in Vietnam rescuing wounded children.
Erickson boasted she protested the Vietnam War and hated soldiers.
Things went down hill from day one.
1987 _ Erickson and her supervisor Eileen Maconi were relieved of duty and resigned for years of patient abuse targeting me.
July 11, 1988 _ Six criminally insane prisoners spit their medication for two weeks and workeds out in preparation for killing me.
Bleeding profusely I was denied immediate medical care while staff conducted an emergency butt-covering meeting.
Staff were aware I was a warehoused military prisoner.
One staff remarked, "We are all going to lose our jobs over this!"
The following day attorney Staurset arrived on the ward to take photos for evidence.
July 1993 _ Staurset denied coming to the ward the day after the attempt on my life.
Staurset, "I was never there Dan. You must have imagined that."
Ten years after my 1983 arrest Staurset admitted he was an intelligence officer and participated in framing me for rape to ruin my reputation and credibility as a witness. He admitted accepting three bribes from State of Washington not to properly represent me, and not sue the state.
See the purged document below.
She would storm into situations already under control and being worked-out, demanding everyone be taken into custody. This behavior generated a full scale bar fight in the Madigan Club, spilling-over onto the front lawn and parking lot. She jumped into her cruiser and drove away.
In a domestic dispute, everything under control, she stormed in and demanded the soldier be taken into custody, at which point the spouse grabbed an iron skillet and cold cocked my patrol partner. Again LT Nyland ran away.
There were many other incidents, always covered-up by Provost Marshal Colonel Weinstein, because LT Nyland was female, and her daddy was a general.
January 1981 _ LT Nyland, too busy flirting with her enlisted boyfriend failed to complete our morning briefing, resulting in the murder of a fourteen year old female. The previous day (day of incomplete briefing) my patrol partner and I observed a young female hitch hiking near Gray Airfield. I warned her Fort Lewis was a dangerous place and she should not accept rides. Provost Marshal would not allow courtesy transports.
The following morning we were instructed to respond for a dead body discovered in the woods. This was the young girl I warned not to accept rides at Fort Lewis.
Crime scene was soon populated with LT Nyland, CID, OSI, Air Force Security Police, FBI, Washington State Patrol, Detectives from Pierce, Thurston, and King Counties. I was instructed to identify the body. LT Nyland sarcastic as always, "What's the matter Collins! Never seen a dead body before!"
For the record, Vietnam, Germany, Oklahoma, Arkansas, McChord, and Fort Lewis. This particular dead body bothered me because her death should not have happened, and would not have happened except through LT Nyland's dereliction of duty.
I saw a blue volkswagon beetle with chrome pipes round the curve on dirt road entering crime scene. Apparently he had returned to view his latest kill. Pistol in hand I quickly moved through the crowd and had the driver at gunpoint. LT Nyland and others got between us. In the confusion the suspect backed out and escaped.
A few minutes later others realized this was the serial killer we had been searching for for four months. Provost Marshal Weinstein again covered for LT Nyland.
A few months later I was assigned a new patrol partner known to be a kiss-ass, and totally unreliable. We received an assault call to my old unit (LTC Stephens). When we arrived the CQ informed us there had been no assault, however a soldier matching the description was in the day room.
Entering the day room I was immediately attacked by the suspect. He gained control of my pistol. More like a bar fight than scripted martial arts movies. I won the fight by accident when my assailant lost his footing. During the fight my patrol partner made no effort to assist me.
Challenged for his cowardice, he responded, "I didn't want to get into trouble."
I had been setup, and my patrol partner was part of the setup.
My assailant did not spend a single night behind bars. My patrol partner was promoted to plain clothes investigator (PMI). I was relieved of duty and reassigned to the training office.
If I had been killed in LTC Stephens unit, there would have been no investigation.
September 1981 _ Military Police field training exercise. I was notified at night in the field that LTC Powell, five other Rangers and attached Warrant officer had been murdered in engineered C-130 crash. I was alerted for reassignment to the Ranger unit to replace medical platoon sergeant.
October 1981 _ Reassigned to Ranger unit.
November 1981 _ Individual in forest pattern BDU with SFC chevrons stood in the doorway of my office. Stared me down, said nothing and departed.
A few weeks later he returned to my office door wearing Dress Greens with Major's Oak Leaves on his shoulders. Stared me down, said nothing and departed.
December 2, 1981 _ Command (senior personnel) C-130 night parachute jump. Stood up to hook up. The Major punched me in my head and personally hooked-up my static line.
Parachute failed. Stiff breeze under my chin. For some reason I felt pretty much at peace. I determined if he gave me one broken parachute, he gave me two broken parachutes. I would not give him the satisfaction of attempting to use my reserve.
Lowered my rucksack, assumed landing position.
No forward speed, came down with my right foot impacting my rucksack, knocked over on my back. Right leg broken 180 degree roll-over, heel up, toes facing the ground. Fractured right hip, spine and neck injuries, three hernias, two black eyes, bleeding from right ear.
Another unit operating in the area, using NV told me I came out of the sky with the glide path of a brick.
Dustoff to Madigan General Hospital (now Madigan Army Medical Center). Orthopedic Surgeon, Captain Casio wheeled my gurney to the orthopedic clinic (no witnesses there).
Without anesthesia he twisted, pulled my leg and manipulated broken bones into basic place. He told me he had to gage my reaction to pain. Administered 1/4 grain of Morphine and wheeled me to surgical ward.
I woke up in pain. The nurse checked my chart remarked it had been four hours since my last dose of Morphine. She administered an injection of Demerol. I pointed out my IV had backed-up with blood in the tube. She checked my chart, remarking IV was not supposed to be turned off.
She restarted my IV. I watched the clear fluid push the blood out of the tube.
I felt a surge, rush, vision gray, vision black. I died.
From across the ward I watched the crash team pull me back.
Someone hot loaded my IV tube with Morphine. Probably Captain Casio.
When I was released from the hospital I refused to terminate my Ranger assignment.
January 1982 I was reassigned to 9th Medical Battalion as a platoon sergeant. Extremely hostile environment. HHC commander was born and raised in Germany, and insisted upon being addressed as Hauptman Stauss. He wore a non-regulation straw cowboy hat with a feather. His office was plastered with every diploma and certificate imaginable.
Captain Stauss had a hard-on for Vietnam Veterans.First Sergeant and I both had flown Dustoff in Vietnam. His attitude was reflected by the troops. E-3 and E-4 would laugh at our instructions, walk away, and if pressed would comment, "Fuck with me and I'll have your stripes." PT was a joke with enlisted and officers alike dropping out of the one mile morning run. The battalion commander also reflected the attitude of Captain Stauss.
WhenI was an MP we placed a female inside HHC. She uncovered a lesbian cell of fifteen women, including Straw, Becket and Penna (see general court martial). The cell basically had control of HHC.
When I had a problem at the motor pool and instructed Straw, Beckett, Penna, and others to perform maintenance, one of the other girls slipped away and returned with Captain Stauss and the Battalion Commander.
Captain Stauss ordered, "Don't fuck with the troops! If you want something done, do it yourself!"
I was assigned to 9th Med from January to August, and in all that time Captain Stauss never allowed a platoon office, having me remain in the First Sergeants office.
I could fill an entire page with the crap that was happening in HHC 9th Med.
General Court Martial might as well be discussed now.
August 1982 _ PCS to Germany on a reduced paper trail, no assignment.
Senior personnel always have a direct assignment to gaining unit.
I knew better than to leave the military reservation.
I had managed to control for sixteen years what would later be identified as PTSD. The parachute "failure", hot load of Morphine, pain, the pain for months, the intense stress had been building for many months.
I was admitted to an unlocked psychiatric ward at Bad Cannstatt Army Hospital diagnosed with PTSD.
September 1982 _ I was ordered to return to Fort Lewis, immediately arrested by CID Agents and transported to the stockade.
Sixty days and sixty nights in pretrial solitary confinement. Bright lights 24/7, not allowed to cover my eyes to sleep, required to lie on my back facing lights. Required to sit barefoot on cold concrete floor eight hours a day, aggravating injuries from December 1981 parachute failure.
Day sixty-one the warden informed me the abusive treatment was directed from higher-higher outside Fort Lewis. He told me Special Forces and Military Intelligence at Fort Bragg were conducting conditions of my confinement.
I was placed in a two man cell, boots and uniform with rank (prisoners do not wear rank). He assigned me duties as primary instructor for the stockade guards.
I will make it clear Straw, Beckett, and Penna having refused to perform vehicle maintenance prior to a Yakima convoy, demanded I give them a three day pass to California - Disneyland.
I said, "No."
Charged with rape, indecent assault, and adultery. My attorney Staurset (participated in framing me in 1983) instructed me to plead guilty to adultery as it would impress the jury.
On the witness stand their cover stories fell apart and they admitted they wanted revenge because I told them what to do, checked-up on them, and refused a three day pass to Disneyland.
Straw had severe acne, vaginal herpes so bad her BDU crotch was constantly wet from seepage. Sex with Straw, extremely unlikely, but the adultery charge stuck because attorney Staurset told me to plead guilty (fined $1,200).
Court Martial was executed from Fort Bragg by Special Forces and Military Intelligence.
They did not accomplish their mission.
Court Martial was classified and CID Agents confiscated my trial transcript.
For the following four months I remained unassigned. I phoned the Pentagon and was informed I was "still" in Germany. I had been at Fort Lewis for eight months.
June 1983 _ I was arrested at gunpoint by Pierce County Sheriff Detective and five uniformed deputies. Seven months in pretrial solitary confinement.
I was framed by my Attorney Sverre O. Staurset, Special Forces, Military Intelligence, Pierce County Sheriff, and American Lake Veterans Administration.
Ten years after my arrest Staurset admitted he was a Military Intelligence officer (Major) USAR and participated in framing me. He admitted accepting three bribes from State of Washington not to properly represent me, and not sue the state.
Staurset told me the judge and prosecutor were aware the Army had framed me. In a jury trial I would be acquitted, and if I returned to Fort Lewis I probably would be killed.
I never told my wife or Staurset my parachute had been sabotaged, or about the hot load of Morphine. Undoubtedly he had the information and knew I would cooperate.
He told me to plead guilty in exchange for six months protective custody and I would be discharged from the Army.
I was sentenced twenty-to-life on a locked ward.
1984 _ Western State Hospital (Day One) _ Forensic Therapist Marie Erickson introduced me to the other prisoners.
Erickson, "This is Dan! He murdered babies in Vietnam!"
I was a Dustoff medic in Vietnam rescuing wounded children.
Erickson boasted she protested the Vietnam War and hated soldiers.
Things went down hill from day one.
1987 _ Erickson and her supervisor Eileen Maconi were relieved of duty and resigned for years of patient abuse targeting me.
July 11, 1988 _ Six criminally insane prisoners spit their medication for two weeks and workeds out in preparation for killing me.
Bleeding profusely I was denied immediate medical care while staff conducted an emergency butt-covering meeting.
Staff were aware I was a warehoused military prisoner.
One staff remarked, "We are all going to lose our jobs over this!"
The following day attorney Staurset arrived on the ward to take photos for evidence.
July 1993 _ Staurset denied coming to the ward the day after the attempt on my life.
Staurset, "I was never there Dan. You must have imagined that."
Ten years after my 1983 arrest Staurset admitted he was an intelligence officer and participated in framing me for rape to ruin my reputation and credibility as a witness. He admitted accepting three bribes from State of Washington not to properly represent me, and not sue the state.
See the purged document below.
January 14, 1997 _ Pierce County Superior Court:
Probation Officer Gallegos, "Your Honor it was a million-to-one fluke Mr. Collins was charged with this crime."
Superior Court Judge Vicki Hogan, "Dan just get on with your life."
Fircrest Mayor Viafore, Police Chief Kenoyer, City Council (under Color of Law) did not have authority to register me as a sex offender through the backdoor.
Shortly after my illegal registration DIA officer contacted me. He told me Military Intelligence and NSA had initiated physical and electronic surveillance within a five block radius of my residence, Viafore's Deli, City Hall, and Police Department.
This surveillance extended to Albertson's parking lot 40th and Bridgeport in University Place, and included private investigator, Fircrest Police, Tacoma Police, University Place Police, FBI, NSA and Military Intelligence.
The parking lot was a three-ring circus, operators with cameras, license plates being blocked, changing headgear and jackets. Physical contact inside Albertson's to check me for body armor.
DIA officer told me NSA and Military Intelligence initiated electronic and physical surveillance of my phone and Internet activities in 1994 when I was investigating my 1983 case. Surreptitious entry of my apartment and removal of hard drive from my computer.
Probation Officer Gallegos, "Your Honor it was a million-to-one fluke Mr. Collins was charged with this crime."
Superior Court Judge Vicki Hogan, "Dan just get on with your life."
Fircrest Mayor Viafore, Police Chief Kenoyer, City Council (under Color of Law) did not have authority to register me as a sex offender through the backdoor.
Shortly after my illegal registration DIA officer contacted me. He told me Military Intelligence and NSA had initiated physical and electronic surveillance within a five block radius of my residence, Viafore's Deli, City Hall, and Police Department.
This surveillance extended to Albertson's parking lot 40th and Bridgeport in University Place, and included private investigator, Fircrest Police, Tacoma Police, University Place Police, FBI, NSA and Military Intelligence.
The parking lot was a three-ring circus, operators with cameras, license plates being blocked, changing headgear and jackets. Physical contact inside Albertson's to check me for body armor.
DIA officer told me NSA and Military Intelligence initiated electronic and physical surveillance of my phone and Internet activities in 1994 when I was investigating my 1983 case. Surreptitious entry of my apartment and removal of hard drive from my computer.
January 29, 1998 Fircrest City Hall secret [illegal] meeting between city officials, police, and neighbors.
Whistle blower informed me.
Lawson's attorney infiltrated the meeting, and I photographed every license plate in the parking lot.
Transcript from attorney notes:
Viafore, Police Chief Kenoyer, City Manager Richards, City Attorney Smith, Bill & Pam Hannon, Kristine & Kenneth Walls,
and James Monroe boasted about what they had done to Karen Lawson and me.
City Attorney Smith boasted of "hiding evidence" of Lawson's dogs being grand-fathered.
Bill & Pam Hannon and Kristine & Kenneth Walls were particularly vicious, and angry because city officials promised
registering [without authority] me as a sex offender would guarantee I would go with the dogs.
Bill Hannon, "We believed that if we took away her dogs he would also go!"
Pam Hannon, "We believed what lives next door would go with the dogs!"
Kristine Walls, "For my husband Kenneth and me this has always been about property values!"
Kenneth Walls, "It was a done deal! We got sold down the river!"
Mayor Viafore, "Dan Collins is ninety percent of the problem! This will come before planning department again, and again!"
Police Chief Kenoyer, "If any of you have a problem with Collins, contact me on my cell phone and I'll handle Dan Collins personally!"
Kenoyer gave neighbors his cell phone number.
After the meeting Police Chief Kenoyer explained to the attorney,
"I was pressured to register Dan Collins as a sex offender. I might have acted hastily. We believed it would be easier to force Collins to leave Fircrest."
Chief Kenoyer was pressured by Viafore, Bill & Pam Hannon, Kenneth & Kristine Walls.
Attorney said because of the vicious content of conspirators he had concerns for my personal safety.
Viafore, City Council, Police Chief Kenoyer, and neighbors knew Judge Hogan did not order me to register as a sex offender.
Police Chief Kenoyer as Viafore's and City Council scapegoat was forced to resign over my illegal backdoor registration as a Level 1 sex offender for life.
Pierce County Sheriff investigator having read some of the documents in this and other web sites remarked ...
"Dan they have stolen your life."
Whistle blower informed me.
Lawson's attorney infiltrated the meeting, and I photographed every license plate in the parking lot.
Transcript from attorney notes:
Viafore, Police Chief Kenoyer, City Manager Richards, City Attorney Smith, Bill & Pam Hannon, Kristine & Kenneth Walls,
and James Monroe boasted about what they had done to Karen Lawson and me.
City Attorney Smith boasted of "hiding evidence" of Lawson's dogs being grand-fathered.
Bill & Pam Hannon and Kristine & Kenneth Walls were particularly vicious, and angry because city officials promised
registering [without authority] me as a sex offender would guarantee I would go with the dogs.
Bill Hannon, "We believed that if we took away her dogs he would also go!"
Pam Hannon, "We believed what lives next door would go with the dogs!"
Kristine Walls, "For my husband Kenneth and me this has always been about property values!"
Kenneth Walls, "It was a done deal! We got sold down the river!"
Mayor Viafore, "Dan Collins is ninety percent of the problem! This will come before planning department again, and again!"
Police Chief Kenoyer, "If any of you have a problem with Collins, contact me on my cell phone and I'll handle Dan Collins personally!"
Kenoyer gave neighbors his cell phone number.
After the meeting Police Chief Kenoyer explained to the attorney,
"I was pressured to register Dan Collins as a sex offender. I might have acted hastily. We believed it would be easier to force Collins to leave Fircrest."
Chief Kenoyer was pressured by Viafore, Bill & Pam Hannon, Kenneth & Kristine Walls.
Attorney said because of the vicious content of conspirators he had concerns for my personal safety.
Viafore, City Council, Police Chief Kenoyer, and neighbors knew Judge Hogan did not order me to register as a sex offender.
Police Chief Kenoyer as Viafore's and City Council scapegoat was forced to resign over my illegal backdoor registration as a Level 1 sex offender for life.
Pierce County Sheriff investigator having read some of the documents in this and other web sites remarked ...
"Dan they have stolen your life."
Pentagon Pacific Rim Trouble Case
List of Expectations
Department Of The Army:
1. Clean record.
2. Date of Retirement _ January 21, 1987 upgraded to date I was released from court supervision _ January 14, 1997.
3. Between January 21, 1987 and January 14, 1997 promotion to First Sergeant E-9 with back pay.
4. Federal Concealed Pistol License.
5. State of Washington: Expunge file, all levels, all agencies.
Compensation _ $5,000,000 _ State of Washington pays taxes.
Washington State Concealed Pistol License (see multiple incidents below).
6. City of Fircrest _
Compensation _ $1,000,000 _ City of Fircrest pays taxes.
List of Expectations
Department Of The Army:
1. Clean record.
2. Date of Retirement _ January 21, 1987 upgraded to date I was released from court supervision _ January 14, 1997.
3. Between January 21, 1987 and January 14, 1997 promotion to First Sergeant E-9 with back pay.
4. Federal Concealed Pistol License.
5. State of Washington: Expunge file, all levels, all agencies.
Compensation _ $5,000,000 _ State of Washington pays taxes.
Washington State Concealed Pistol License (see multiple incidents below).
6. City of Fircrest _
Compensation _ $1,000,000 _ City of Fircrest pays taxes.
Attorney Sverre O. Staurset
Reimburse all legal fees with interest.
Staurset admitted accepting three bribes from
State of Washington not to properly represent me
and not sue the state.
Reimburse all legal fees with interest.
Staurset admitted accepting three bribes from
State of Washington not to properly represent me
and not sue the state.
Sverre O. Staurset
This web site has offered "some" of the basic information.
Other web sites contain more information, copies of purged documents, photos, and audio recording of conversation with
Pierce County Sheriff investigator.
Other web sites contain more information, copies of purged documents, photos, and audio recording of conversation with
Pierce County Sheriff investigator.
https://www.dancollins888.net/
http://www.dancollins888.com/
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Washington State Concealed Pistol License:
Multiple Serious Incidents
Recent surveillance at Fred Meyer Mildred Street.
Loading groceries into my van (raining). Something odd about vehicle with two occupants. Noted license plate. Returned to my van after replacing shopping cart, other vehicle was gone.
Turning onto my street I spotted the vehicle parked two doors down.
Parked my van in garage, proceeded around side of motor home. Two white males exited the vehicle, proceeded directly to my driveway, up the steps to my front porch in the dark. From their familiarity they had conducted previous reconnaissance.
I was six feet behind them up the steps, moved to one side, and bracketed them in extremely bright LED light.
One of the men had his hand on the door knob. Blinding both men with the light and challenging their presence, one of them told me they were missionaries. I was soaking wet, the missionaries after "supposedly" going door to door were dry.
Unable to produce distribution... I (rudely) escorted them off the property.
They returned one night at 10:30 PM. I was sitting in a chair observing activity on my street. Again bracketing them with the same LED light, they produced religious distribution. Again... I (rudely) escorted them off the property.
Missionaries at 10:30 PM... Give me a break!
Multiple Serious Incidents
Recent surveillance at Fred Meyer Mildred Street.
Loading groceries into my van (raining). Something odd about vehicle with two occupants. Noted license plate. Returned to my van after replacing shopping cart, other vehicle was gone.
Turning onto my street I spotted the vehicle parked two doors down.
Parked my van in garage, proceeded around side of motor home. Two white males exited the vehicle, proceeded directly to my driveway, up the steps to my front porch in the dark. From their familiarity they had conducted previous reconnaissance.
I was six feet behind them up the steps, moved to one side, and bracketed them in extremely bright LED light.
One of the men had his hand on the door knob. Blinding both men with the light and challenging their presence, one of them told me they were missionaries. I was soaking wet, the missionaries after "supposedly" going door to door were dry.
Unable to produce distribution... I (rudely) escorted them off the property.
They returned one night at 10:30 PM. I was sitting in a chair observing activity on my street. Again bracketing them with the same LED light, they produced religious distribution. Again... I (rudely) escorted them off the property.
Missionaries at 10:30 PM... Give me a break!
