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

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Ru<strong>in</strong> and Recovery 233took much <strong>of</strong> his <strong>in</strong>spiration from <strong>the</strong> military prisoners, who werecha<strong>in</strong>ed toge<strong>the</strong>r by <strong>the</strong> neck throughout <strong>the</strong> march. Their rigorousphysical tra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g helped <strong>the</strong>m, but no one had it easy.Everyone did <strong>the</strong> best <strong>the</strong>y could to help <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs, but <strong>the</strong> FARCwere suffer<strong>in</strong>g as badly as we were and <strong>the</strong>y took out <strong>the</strong>ir frustrationson us. At one po<strong>in</strong>t, Clara, who was carry<strong>in</strong>g her own backpack anddo<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> best she could, fell <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> mud, los<strong>in</strong>g one <strong>of</strong> her boots <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>process. Emanuel was be<strong>in</strong>g carried by several female guerrillas, andnow she struggled <strong>in</strong> this deep stew <strong>of</strong> mud and prickly vegetation byherself. I stepped out <strong>of</strong> l<strong>in</strong>e and went to help her. We each had a guard<strong>in</strong> front <strong>of</strong> us and <strong>in</strong> back <strong>of</strong> us. They both yelled at me, “¡Vámanos!¡Vámanos!”I cont<strong>in</strong>ued to move toward Clara. “I’m go<strong>in</strong>g to help her. She can’tget up.” As I bent down to lift her up, I heard <strong>the</strong> sounds <strong>of</strong> roundsbe<strong>in</strong>g chambered <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir AK-47s. Ignor<strong>in</strong>g my wife’s plea that I not doanyth<strong>in</strong>g to endanger myself, I shouted at <strong>the</strong>m, “Go ahead. Shoot me.You don’t have <strong>the</strong> balls or <strong>the</strong> orders to shoot me, so go ahead.”I f<strong>in</strong>ished help<strong>in</strong>g Clara get to her feet while <strong>the</strong> two guerrillas glaredat me.Several days before, we’d had a group <strong>of</strong> six Blackhawk helos flyoverhead and <strong>the</strong> guards had done what we’d come to expect—<strong>the</strong>ysurrounded us with <strong>the</strong>ir weapons drawn. I was gett<strong>in</strong>g tired <strong>of</strong> that,and even though I knew <strong>the</strong>y were as stressed as we were and likely tosnap, I couldn’t put up with <strong>the</strong>ir total lack <strong>of</strong> humanity. Unlike <strong>the</strong> previousencounter, when we had been <strong>in</strong> relatively good shape, we werebeaten down and vulnerable. I half expected someone to make a runfor it. Fortunately, <strong>the</strong> helos stayed away, and after a tense few m<strong>in</strong>utes<strong>of</strong> stand<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>re with a circle <strong>of</strong> terrorists with <strong>the</strong>ir weapons drawntak<strong>in</strong>g a bead on us all, <strong>the</strong>y ended up yell<strong>in</strong>g at us to “vámanos.”I was especially angry because we noticed that when we did get ourmeager amount <strong>of</strong> food, <strong>the</strong> guards doled it out to us, mak<strong>in</strong>g sure that

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