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

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Dead 283also confirmed what we’d already figured out: Their trouble with <strong>the</strong>compasses had caused us to wander far <strong>of</strong>f course dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> firstthree days <strong>of</strong> what was to have been a five-day march. Every time wemarched, no matter how far from that orig<strong>in</strong>al 010 we’d wandered,we always resumed ano<strong>the</strong>r 010 head<strong>in</strong>g from that po<strong>in</strong>t. Instead <strong>of</strong>travel<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> a straight l<strong>in</strong>e as <strong>in</strong>structed, it was like we were walk<strong>in</strong>g upa series <strong>of</strong> stairs. We might as well have been us<strong>in</strong>g an Etch A Sketchto navigate.To make matters worse, Milton was up to his usual tricks, tell<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>o<strong>the</strong>rs that he didn’t need a compass, that he could navigate <strong>the</strong> jungleby us<strong>in</strong>g his head. (The only way we figured that would work was if<strong>the</strong>re was still some shrapnel <strong>in</strong> his old head wound, and that shrapnelwas magnetized.) Eventually, we were so lost that Milton sent out anadvance scout<strong>in</strong>g party <strong>of</strong> Mono and Alfonzo to f<strong>in</strong>d our dest<strong>in</strong>ation.Two days after our five-day march was supposed to end, we arrivedat an older camp where we were to stay and resupply. Despite ourmovement, <strong>the</strong> pattern <strong>of</strong> relentless Fantasma attacks cont<strong>in</strong>ued at thisnew location much as it had at <strong>the</strong> Exercise Camp. Milton was clearlystressed and show<strong>in</strong>g it. One night we evacuated <strong>the</strong> camp at <strong>the</strong> sound<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Fantasma approach<strong>in</strong>g and emptied <strong>in</strong>to a trench nearby that wehad been us<strong>in</strong>g as our hideout dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> nighttime attacks. The three<strong>of</strong> us hung back at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> l<strong>in</strong>e <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> trench to give ourselves <strong>the</strong>best chance <strong>of</strong> runn<strong>in</strong>g, if it came to that. The Fantasma hadn’t attackedyet. It was orbit<strong>in</strong>g above a position not too far from our own.Milton began scream<strong>in</strong>g at Rogelio and Cereal Boy, his voice ris<strong>in</strong>guntil he was nearly shriek<strong>in</strong>g. “What is that airplane do<strong>in</strong>g? What is itdo<strong>in</strong>g?”Nei<strong>the</strong>r Rogelio nor <strong>the</strong> Plumber responded. The plane’s purposewas obvious. By circl<strong>in</strong>g it was able to receive more <strong>in</strong>formation aboutits possible targets and <strong>the</strong>n wait for <strong>the</strong> Kfirs to come <strong>in</strong>. Milton wasnearly foam<strong>in</strong>g at <strong>the</strong> mouth as he barked at his number one and numbertwo.

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