01
It wasn’t long before the cheering and the celebrating died down, and we were left alone with our memories and our questions.

02:
Later when clearing was available, our tin drinking cups made great transducers to voice and tapping.

03
I remember Alcatraz as a time of loneliness and misery, constant harassment, torture, and interrogation.

04
I watched in horror as my plane exploded into a ball of flame before me.

05
We took every opportunity to pass the tap code to new men or reach hurting comrades.

06
I could hardly breath, so constricted were my lungs from being bent over into a tightening little ball.

07
Commander Gerald Coffee reporting for duty. Sir, welcome back, Jerry

08
Here we were in one big room shaking hands with men we had known and loved for years.

09
In a few days the heat rash on the small of my back began to turn to painful bolts.

10
I sprang up to my trandsom stradding the space between the slabs and balancing pre-cariously with my good arm.