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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 137ano<strong>the</strong>r physically and emotionally was bound to cause friction. We’dseen some <strong>of</strong> that <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> New Camp even when we weren’t so closetoge<strong>the</strong>r.One recurr<strong>in</strong>g issue at <strong>the</strong> Mud Camp revolved around <strong>the</strong> pigs. TheFARC had placed a little garbage dump near Tom’s hooch so that it wasaway from <strong>the</strong>ir camp, and at night, some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> camp pigs would rootaround <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> trash—particularly around five <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g, at firstlight. This would wake up Tom, who would <strong>the</strong>n shout at <strong>the</strong>m to quietdown. Tom didn’t realize that his shout<strong>in</strong>g was louder than <strong>the</strong> pigs,loud enough to wake up Keith and me. Keith was very direct <strong>in</strong> ask<strong>in</strong>gTom to stop his yell<strong>in</strong>g, which <strong>in</strong> turn pissed Tom <strong>of</strong>f. He’d tell Keith toshut up, and <strong>the</strong>y would part ways angry at each o<strong>the</strong>r. We didn’t havea lot to th<strong>in</strong>k about dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> day, so <strong>the</strong> two <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m would stew allday about what was said and <strong>the</strong> next day <strong>the</strong> pig fight would start allover aga<strong>in</strong>.It didn’t go like that every day, but it seemed <strong>the</strong>re was always someth<strong>in</strong>glittle that was sett<strong>in</strong>g one <strong>of</strong> us <strong>of</strong>f. Just like people everywhere,you put up with someth<strong>in</strong>g annoy<strong>in</strong>g for a while, but you store awaythat anger or resentment for later use. You don’t realize that you’restockpil<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>in</strong>gs, but you are. All <strong>of</strong> us were or had been married, andwe all knew that fight<strong>in</strong>g fair meant stick<strong>in</strong>g to <strong>the</strong> issue at hand, butwhenever we were upset about someth<strong>in</strong>g, some slight we’d stored upwould be taken out <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> heat <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> moment, grow<strong>in</strong>g out <strong>of</strong> proportionuntil it stank like a spoiled piece <strong>of</strong> meat.Part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> reason why Tom and Keith got on each o<strong>the</strong>r’s nervesmore than I got on <strong>the</strong>irs was a difference <strong>in</strong> personality. Tom was areserved guy, a true Yankee <strong>in</strong> temperament, while Keith was louderand assertive, a self-proclaimed sou<strong>the</strong>rn backwoods redneck. Under<strong>the</strong> best <strong>of</strong> circumstances, <strong>the</strong>y wouldn’t have gotten on well all <strong>the</strong>time. Tom hated tension <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> camp, just hated it. He knew it addedto our collective anxiety, and so when he found himself gett<strong>in</strong>g sucked<strong>in</strong>to an argument or tiff, it made him feel even worse.

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