Hicks said he was in a "haze of disbelief and fear, pain and confusion" when he arrived in Camp X-Ray in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba in early 2002 and was placed in a cage made of cyclone fencing.
"The first two weeks of Camp X-Ray was a blur of hardships: no sleeping, no talking, no moving, no looking, no information," he writes in "Guantanamo: My Journey" released Saturday.
Next time don't wage war against us. And be thankful you weren't handed over the Jordanians or Egyptians. If you were, you'd be dead now. And, btw, I think you're a cheap, lying whiner looking for attention towards your pathetic existence.
Oh, and if Iran caught you stealing chocolate, they'd cut your hand off. Go away, putz.
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