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Out of Captivity : Surviving 1,967 Days in the Colombian Jungle

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Settl<strong>in</strong>g In 127given cigarettes, but we didn’t really take up smok<strong>in</strong>g. For us, <strong>the</strong>y werecurrency. Most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> guerrillas were seriously addicted to smok<strong>in</strong>g.Advantage: Americans. We saw <strong>the</strong> way nearly all <strong>the</strong> guerrillas werepuff<strong>in</strong>g away on <strong>the</strong> th<strong>in</strong>gs and figured that we could parlay that <strong>in</strong>tosome sweet deals for ourselves. Like most th<strong>in</strong>gs, cigarettes came <strong>in</strong>tocamp sporadically, and because <strong>of</strong> this, we were able to wheel and dealwith our stockpiles <strong>of</strong> smokes. Even if we couldn’t buy any materialgoods, we could at least make a down payment on some goodwill withsome <strong>of</strong> our more susceptible captors.One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m was a guy named Smiley. He was a young, good-naturedkid, very animated and emotional. When he was first guard<strong>in</strong>g us, itwas like he had a crush on us—his first Americans. He was one <strong>of</strong><strong>the</strong> first guerrillas I really reached out to as we were figur<strong>in</strong>g out ourHogan’s Heroes th<strong>in</strong>g—how to get <strong>the</strong> guards to do th<strong>in</strong>gs for us. I couldtell that Smiley had a bra<strong>in</strong>, that he was more <strong>of</strong> a freeth<strong>in</strong>ker and will<strong>in</strong>gto take risks for us. One day, about six weeks or so <strong>in</strong>to our stay at<strong>the</strong> New Camp, Smiley came up beh<strong>in</strong>d my hooch. Back <strong>the</strong>re, he wasblocked from view by anyone except me. He looked like he was aboutto cry and laugh and shit his pants all at <strong>the</strong> same time. He was smil<strong>in</strong>gand flapp<strong>in</strong>g his hands <strong>in</strong> imitation <strong>of</strong> a bird, mean<strong>in</strong>g we were be<strong>in</strong>gset free. I could tell he was genu<strong>in</strong>ely happy for us. No one was thatgood <strong>of</strong> an actor.Risk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> guards bang<strong>in</strong>g down on us, I ran to Tom and Marc.“Listen to what I’ve gotten from Smiley. He seems to th<strong>in</strong>k we’re go<strong>in</strong>gto get released.”“What do you mean?” Marc said. “How does he know?”“I’m not sure. I’ve got to f<strong>in</strong>d out more, but my Spanish isn’t goodenough. All he could do was gesture and hold out his arms like an airplane’sw<strong>in</strong>gs.”“I’ll talk to him as soon as I can,” Tom whispered, and broke <strong>of</strong>fwhen ano<strong>the</strong>r guard took notice <strong>of</strong> us and headed our way. The dayafter Smiley gave me <strong>the</strong> bird-airplane signal, Tom asked him where he

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