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

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

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Caribe 185but he could hang with <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs <strong>in</strong> any k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>of</strong> political discussion.Like us, he kept his eyes and ears open and was quick with his analysis<strong>of</strong> situations and circumstances.I didn’t th<strong>in</strong>k that Marc, Tom, and I had any k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>of</strong> hierarchy amongus, but when we were <strong>in</strong>troduced <strong>in</strong>to this new mix, I sensed that wewere <strong>in</strong> real danger <strong>of</strong> gett<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> short end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> stick at every turn. Idecided to exert myself more to br<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>in</strong>gs to a better balance. As <strong>the</strong>largest guy among us and as <strong>the</strong> one with <strong>the</strong> loudest voice and mostforceful personality, I could be perceived as be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> alpha male. Thatwas a position I enjoyed. I remember once early on, Tom and I weretalk<strong>in</strong>g and he said to me while po<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g at my fist—“I never want tobe on <strong>the</strong> wrong end <strong>of</strong> that.” I told him not to worry. No matter what.No matter how upset I got with him or Marc or anyone else, I wouldn’tattack <strong>the</strong>m physically. I’d defend myself when attacked, but I wouldn’tgo after anybody. Like me, Tom had read about prison camps <strong>in</strong> Germanyand he knew some th<strong>in</strong>gs about hierarchies. We’d all worked <strong>in</strong>companies and organizations, so we were familiar with <strong>the</strong> game play<strong>in</strong>gthat could go on, and we had to be on <strong>the</strong> lookout for it—especiallywith all <strong>the</strong>se new players <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> l<strong>in</strong>eup.Add <strong>in</strong>to this volatile chemistry <strong>of</strong> personalities and <strong>in</strong>terests <strong>the</strong>fact that we were liv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> such close quarters, and it was a wonder that<strong>the</strong>re weren’t physical confrontations every day. At home, if I was upsetwith someone and I really needed to get it out <strong>of</strong> my system, I couldhop on my motorcycle, jump <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> car, go for walk, do whatever it tookto get some space between him or her and me. In a jungle prison, wehad nowhere to go—or at least not very far.After I confronted Tom with my assessment <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se people and hisattitude, we didn’t really speak for <strong>the</strong> next couple <strong>of</strong> days. It was justour way <strong>of</strong> putt<strong>in</strong>g distance between ourselves. Marc did his best to nottake sides, and he was clearly upset by all <strong>the</strong> stress. I didn’t appreciatehim not see<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>in</strong>gs my way, and I’m pretty sure that Tom felt <strong>the</strong>

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