12-23-2002, 08:11 AM
Day 25 Evening:
I'm sorry for not writing. It hurt my hand too much to do so.
I'm out. I made it to the outside. Jon came through for me. Somehow, and if I could figure it out I would tell you about it, we made it from my cell and through the prison to the outside. It was such a blur. All that I remember is a lot of shouting and running. A bullet grazed my left shoulder. Just a flesh wound though.
Now I have to run. I have to get out of Mexico and back onto U.S. soil before they recapture me. If I am recaptured I will no doubt be slaughtered or tortured to the point of no return. I must find a way.
Edited By Jack on 1040631536
I'm sorry for not writing. It hurt my hand too much to do so.
I'm out. I made it to the outside. Jon came through for me. Somehow, and if I could figure it out I would tell you about it, we made it from my cell and through the prison to the outside. It was such a blur. All that I remember is a lot of shouting and running. A bullet grazed my left shoulder. Just a flesh wound though.
Now I have to run. I have to get out of Mexico and back onto U.S. soil before they recapture me. If I am recaptured I will no doubt be slaughtered or tortured to the point of no return. I must find a way.
Edited By Jack on 1040631536