BY GIL JOHANNESSEN
I began my story where it ends. On the windward side of the bay, where the banana rats run rampant, where the iguanas live under a protected order like the American bald eagle, where men train other men to crawl like dogs, to eat and shit on command, and then to stand hind-legged for long, intense intervals. It’s a controlled nightmarish evolution, a weird science of cruel and unusual punishment. For us bent over on the wrong end of the red-hot poker, it’s madness and chaos. Delta’s infernal inferno. Death. No, worse. Death uncertain.
—Boyet R. Hernandez
From “Closing Statement,”
Combatant Status Review Tribunal,
Camp Echo