Category: "Gitmo"

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  10:51:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 244 words  
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Gitmo 55: Vacation

?I don?t know that I?m ready for this, boss,? Monty hemmed. ?You been here half the time I have, and way more than me when we got our first citizens. And you?ve got a contingent of Army shitkickers at your beck and call. You?ll be fine.? ?But they don… more »


  10:38:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 345 words  
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Gitmo 54: Consolation

People were pissed. I thought maybe Hamdi was going to get his riot after all. But I had an idea. It wasn?t, it couldn?t make up for the loss of the monument. But it was a compromise, or at least a consolation prize. I asked people to come to the mosqu… more »


  08:11:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 225 words  
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Gitmo 53: Tumbling Down

It happened sooner rather than later. I was woke up by a detonation, way more fire power than was ever necessary. ?Was that an explosion, or did I wake myself with gas again?? Monty asked, without coming out from under his hat. I didn?t answer… more »


  08:02:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 405 words  
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Gitmo 52: Babble

?I?m getting phone calls. Honest to the Lord fucking Christ phone calls. Somehow, my highly restricted direct line has made it onto jerkoff websites so that jerkoff phone-callers can jerkoff phone-call me.? ?I?m not entirely sure what you?re saying,? I… more »


  05:47:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 331 words  
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Gitmo 51: Duck!

?Billy O?Reilly just called you a terrorist sympathizer,? Monty said, with a grin. ?And Rush Limbaugh agreed with him. That true? You feel sympathetic towards them, after they hit you with a frying pan, kidnapped you, then waterboarded you? You… more »


  05:28:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 400 words  
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Gitmo 50: The Monument

?Do you have a moment?? Omar asked, peering his head inside my office door.   ?For the man who, as I understand it, spared me a gouging from Hamdi? Course.?   ?It pleases me, to be rid of him. He was angry. Always. We will not agree, on many things… more »


  05:18:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 365 words  
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Gitmo 49: Biometric

?Thought you worked motor pool,? I said, surprised to see the same mechanic inside fiddling with our gunsafe.   ?Expanding my horizons. There was a need, and a teensy bit of coursework later and I got myself a raise and a promotion. Still do mostly m… more »


  10:54:17 pm, by Nic Wilson   , 266 words  
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Gitmo 48: Sleeping Dogs

?So Hamdi hasn?t sold out any of his co-conspirators, huh?? Ismail asked. He pumped me for information about as subtly as he pumped the plunger into Monty?s always clogged toilet.  ?I?ve got him eating nothing but MREs- meals ready to eat- Army ratio… more »


  10:53:05 pm, by Nic Wilson   , 438 words  
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Gitmo 47: Drive-by

I could hardly keep myself from falling over. So we got the truck. I used the PA on the truck. ?Hamdi, Mustafa, exit your homes, now. You?re going to walk to the Sheriff?s office, turn yourselves in. The alternative is that I call in the Army to escort y… more »


  10:18:49 pm, by Nic Wilson   , 668 words  
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Gitmo 46: Immovable Object

I?d had the hell kicked out of me. I was barely on my feet. I needed to get to the radios, to call in reinforcements so someone could look for my deputy.   I didn?t expect to find him sitting in my chair in the office, with a shotgun across his lap an… more »


  10:17:28 pm, by Nic Wilson   , 500 words  
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Gitmo 45: Lifeguard

I wasn?t thinking straight. I was dopey, trying to walk myself from the earliest moments of human history I could remember, too out of it to parse religious mythology from the record, some crap about Moses in Egypt. I thought if, maybe, I could talk myse… more »


  05:00:01 am, by Nic Wilson   , 456 words  
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Gitmo 44: Waterboard

In a way, I was glad when they decide to waterboard me. See, they could have gone at me with knives, torn the meat off my bones in strips, broke every tiny bone in my hands. Waterboarding is simulated drowning, which in my book trumps actual mutilation a… more »


  07:09:12 am, by Nic Wilson   , 262 words  
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Gitmo 43: Men

I came to to fists in my guts. Hamdi must have been hitting me a while, though probably he had somebody else do it, since it actually hurt. He hit me again, this time in the face, but when my head didn?t go ragdoll he stopped and smiled.  ?Thought you… more »


  07:00:01 am, by Nic Wilson   , 496 words  
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Gitmo 42: Breach

The alarm went off. I expected some trouble- I?d wounded Hamdi?s ego too much for him to let it slide. It was a GPS, on the edge of the range of their little electric cage. The fact that whoever it was had jumped back over the line meant dick; there was… more »


  07:07:48 am, by Nic Wilson   , 462 words  
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Gitmo 41: Carp

I?ve been standing in the lawyer?s office at Fort Gates for almost an hour; haven?t had a dressing down like this since I was in the service, only I?m not in this ass-hat?s chain of command anymore, so I?m getting pretty fed up. ?Ramzi gut himself like a… more »

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