Previously on cereal.

cereal.

Staking my hand out and I mean good grief if anyone was standing outside.

To cheer him up, we did this little dance.

I wonder how long my voice has been going on

the Pakistan and Afghanistan, the Taiwan bow to come home. Question like, you know, the officers on your face,

how do they get their prostitutes?

That's weird.

I thought he was kind of like a tall bad guy.

From this American life in W.B.E.C. Chicago, it's serial.

One story told week by week. I'm Sarah Canick.

The way Bo talks to Mark about his time as a prisoner,

it's almost as if it's divided.

There's year one, when he's gathering Intel, planning

escapes, focused on getting away, and then the rest of it. And the rest of it is

four more years, when his purpose is less sharp, his hope is bluer, there's less action.

Now he's got to endure. And that's in large part because after year one, after Bo's nine day escape, the Taliban put him in a cage.

And I immediately saw that there was no way I was getting out of that cage.

And this is a metal cage or a wood cage or what? Yeah this is like an

iron bar cage. Made for what purpose? For keeping me in it. Bo says it was six parts, four sides plus a top and a bottom,

made of quarter inch bars.

It was collapsible.

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