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

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134 OUT OF CAPTIVITYbejesus out <strong>of</strong> us and pissed us <strong>of</strong>f—but a victory none<strong>the</strong>less. W<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong> captivity took on a new dimension, and understand<strong>in</strong>g that wascrucial to our adjustment.MARCThree days after <strong>the</strong> bomb<strong>in</strong>g raid, <strong>the</strong> Frenchman told us to pack ourstuff. We were mov<strong>in</strong>g out. With <strong>the</strong> Frenchman’s request for our civilianclo<strong>the</strong>s sizes still fresh <strong>in</strong> our m<strong>in</strong>ds, we figured our release wasat hand. We’d been held captive for approximately thirteen weeks, andwe’d crashed on <strong>the</strong> thirteenth <strong>of</strong> February. I wasn’t superstitious butnoticed <strong>the</strong> co<strong>in</strong>cidence <strong>in</strong> my journal. Keith had been say<strong>in</strong>g that hewanted to be home for Kyle’s birthday on May 20, and as we ga<strong>the</strong>redour th<strong>in</strong>gs toge<strong>the</strong>r Tom said to him, “It looks like you’re go<strong>in</strong>g to makethat birthday celebration after all. Maybe a couple <strong>of</strong> days late, but closeenough, consider<strong>in</strong>g.”We had only forty-five m<strong>in</strong>utes to pack. While at <strong>the</strong> New Camp,we’d been given a few more personal items—flashlights whose lenseswe had to shroud with leaves to keep <strong>the</strong>m from be<strong>in</strong>g too bright andwork<strong>in</strong>g as signal devices, a nylon tent top, and all our toiletries andsoap. We stowed our entire lives <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> new backpacks we’d been issued.We marched out, retrac<strong>in</strong>g on foot <strong>the</strong> route we’d taken after we’d firstarrived follow<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> twenty-four-day march. We walked past <strong>the</strong> largercompound and saw Sombra sitt<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> a truck. We all hoped that, as bada driver as Sombra was, he was tak<strong>in</strong>g us to some po<strong>in</strong>t where we’d bereleased. He looked at us and said, “Guys, you have to step <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> samefootpr<strong>in</strong>ts as you cross this road. We can’t leave too many tracks.”With that <strong>in</strong> m<strong>in</strong>d, we marched <strong>of</strong>f <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> jungle. We were <strong>in</strong> acolumn <strong>of</strong> about forty guerrillas and we noticed <strong>the</strong>ir livestock was with<strong>the</strong>m. Upon see<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> animals, we all realized that if we were be<strong>in</strong>gmarched out with that many FARC and all <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir supplies <strong>in</strong>clud<strong>in</strong>glivestock, <strong>the</strong> likelihood <strong>of</strong> our be<strong>in</strong>g led to a release po<strong>in</strong>t was not goodat all. We spent that night sleep<strong>in</strong>g on black plastic on <strong>the</strong> ground with

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