GitmoI
t was right out there that I learned courage is not the absence of fear. It’s the willingness to face fear for just a few minutes more. Shake took a last look at what remained of Gitmo’s infamous Cactus Curtain and walked back in the other direction.
There was a fireteam of cammie-clad Marines wearing body armor and Kevlar helmets and carrying M-4 carbines surrounding Crazy Earl Gerheim when he got back to the burrow under the perimeter fence. They were standing around watching construction contractors working to fill the hole and complete work on the drainage system. “These guys were on the original search party,” Gerheim said jerking a thumb at the Marines. “How do you want to handle this?”
“We’ll just wander around a bit, Craze.” Shake followed one of the Marines into a white
