I was astonished, amazed and somewhat relieved that this young marine was caring for John Walker Lindh properly, and wanted to thank her but never saw her again. There was a small shop on board where you could buy either mementos or necessities which I frequented a lot since I was bored and couldn't stand looking at weapons any longer. On that same level was the door leading to Lindh's jail cell. I passed it often, but never dare look inside. It remains a vivid memory. This was the door that led to my enlightenment about what horrific things this country is capable of.
Getting off that ship didn't come fast enough for me. The last day on board I yelled at everyone to take me out of there anyway they could. They led me to an LCAC (Landing Craft, Air Cushion), one of the fastest ship to land vehicles they have, and dropped me off on the beach. I never looked back until today when I heard the heart wrenching story told by John Walker Lindh's parents.
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