This lying little SOB should be tied down and whipped about the soles of his feet with a bamboo stick for this.
That is exactly what they did to my cousin who was in one of those places.
Or how about being put into a bamboo bird cage which was dug into the ground in a hollow? Put him in there during the rainy season and let the water SLOWLY rise to where all you could do is either drown or hold your head “face up” to not drown.
Lying POS!
oAfter “Fidel” failed in having any of his group released, the “Cuba Program” continued without any real purpose or meaning. Two weeks later I moved to another room with Paul Schultz. I rarely saw “Fidel” again, except on one or two occasions. “Fidel” had been working with some other men and it appeared that one of them, Earl Cobeil, was resisting “Fidel” to the maximum. Of course, “Fidel” was retaliating. Several days after I was moved, Earl Cobeil was moved in with Don Waltman into the room next to mine. Waltman said Earl was all mixed up in his mind. On one occasion, one of the guards, Grimsey, came to the shower area and took us back to our room. “Fidel” was standing at the door. All three of us lined up. I had moved into this room with Waltman and Cobeil. We went to the shower, then we came back. So Waltman and I bowed, but Cobeil just stood there again. I said, “Hey, Cobeil, bow.” Nothing happened. Suddenly Grimsey raised his leg and pushed his foot against Cobeil¹s body, who went tumbling over toward the back of the room. “Fidel” yelled loudly at Cobeil to stop cheating him or he would teach him a lesson he would never forget. The door closed.
After having seen “Fidel” for almost every day for six months, I knew that “Fidel” was going to get his way. He was not going to let the Vietnamese see him fail in any endeavor. I was convinced that he would take a man to any length to get what he wanted. In addition, the difference between the Vietnamese and “Fidel” was that more or less once the Vietnamese got what they wanted they let up at least for awhile. Not so with “Fidel.” There wasn’t a day that went by that there weren’t threats or warnings to all of us. I was in this room with Cobeil and Waltman now; and for the rest of the quiet hour, Waltman and I tried everything imaginable to get Cobeil to come down to earth, but we were unsuccessful. Shortly after the gong sounded ending the quiet hour, “Fidel” came to the door and told me to come outside. “Fidel” asked me if Cobeil was squared away. I told him that in my honest opinion, Cobeil was not at all rational; if he continued working Cobeil over, Cobeil would never make it. I was hopeful that he would believe me about Cobeil.
He accused me of trying to help Cobeil cheat him. The door was closed, locked, and bolted. I started to talk to Cobeil again for a few minutes, when all of a sudden, “Fidel” jumped up in the window, holding the bars, screaming in his loud voice, “I caught you, I caught you cheating me.” Seconds later the door slammed open. “Fidel” screamed to me, get out, get out. A few minutes later “Fidel” returned with what looked like a fan belt of a car, but cut so it was like a whip. As “Fidel” passed by he looked at me with a glaze in his eyes of an enraged madman. “Fidel” went in after Cobeil with Grimsey and Cedric. I could hear the thud of the belt against Cobeil’s body again and again as “Fidel” screamed. I guess Cobeil was hit around 20 or 30 times. It was hard to listen, as I did, to “Fidel” beating Cobeil, a frail, diminutive man, his wrists swollen three times the normal size, a vacant stare in his eyes already pushed by torture beyond the limit for which he might have a chance to regain his sanity. It had been far easier for me to endure the straps than to have to go through this. The guards all stood around talking loudly, laughing and yelling in Vietnamese. When I saw “Fidel” with the fan belt, I was sur-prised, because up to that time I had never heard of anyone getting hit like that. As I stood there with my crutches, my heart and mind overflowed with emotion. It was the most sickening feeling to hear what was going on and know there was nothing I could do about it.
That was the last day I saw Cobeil. “Fidel” unmercifully beat a mentally defenseless, sick man to death. He, as well as the North Vietnamese Communists, must bear full responsibility for that and other acts