After two years of military intelligence work, Alan Kopek had brought back the notion that his counterparts on the other side of the electric fence were not necessarily the enemy. This shocking revelation came after a dozen strange adventures and encounters and just before he was to rotate home. In a West German-Czech border village Kopek met face to face a Communist agent who said not all Reds were barbarians. He judged that he and enemy agents were working to the same end. This disquieting notion exacerbated his depression when he came home to find his marriage over, and the Christian woman he believed he was meant to marry dead. Living in a small town on the rainy Washington coast, he judged his life over and plunged into alcohol. At the eleventh hour he vowed to swim out. One sure way was to seek that cosmic Czech agent and raise an army of on-fire Christians in Eastern Europe. That's what Alan Kopek was entertaining when he was near alcoholic oblivion and applied to serve as a Christian missionary. His proposed venture was outrageous. It wasn't rational. True, it would be a Christian mission, but almost suicidal - right into the viscera of the alleged Cold War enemy.