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

Reunited 331would they admit to this? For God’s sake, we were in a camp where aguy deliberately shot himself in the head and the FARC told us it was apistol cleaning accident. They don’t ever tell the truth.”Eventually the guards got us moving again. The three of us went outahead of the others.“We’ve been here before,” Tom said.I knew what he was saying, and it had nothing to do with our physicallocation.“Tom’s right,” I said. “We’re Teflon guys. Nothing sticks to us. Thisabsolutely bites big-time, but we’ve been here before.”“Absolutely. Déjà vu all over again. The FARC or Uribe will comearound again. They have to. This can’t keep going on.” Marc kicked ata clod of dirt.“It’s like I’ve told you guys before,” Tom added. “Colombian politicsare like the weather. If you don’t like what you’ve got, stick around fora day or two. It’s bound to change.”“We got nothing better to do than wait,” I said.Marc was all ready there with the bandage. “I was thinking about theFreedom Ride. If we get back before Christmas, it’s going to be prettydamn cold. We’ll probably have to stay pretty far south to get to theWest Coast.”“I can’t think that far ahead, Marc,” I replied. “Halloween is in tendays and I’ve got trick or treat on the brain.”October 20, 2006, may not have been a day that lived in infamyto the rest of the world, but it kicked our asses more than just a littlebit. Our exchange of jungle repartee was our first attempt at restoringorder. We knew we were running the risk of flying too high. Thatwe’d nose-dived into the ground and then had to dig ourselves outwas just a fact of life. We’d become accustomed to taking on that job;it didn’t mean we liked having to do it, but we knew what needed tobe done. A day or so later, Uribe revealed that the Colombians hadintercepted a phone message from Mono JoJoy that proved the FARC