could not possibly ascertain what had
occurred. Shooting in the air, they were
demanding that the people gather in one
location, which everyone did except for me.
Attempting to make a statement about the
social conditions in their country, they'd
taken about 25 hostages. Wanting peace,
love and understanding... justice for their
people, I Immediately understood why I was
present.
Beginning to talk to them, I was
cracking a lot of jokes, which was not the
custom for most hostage situations.
Enraging the captors, the other hostages
were concerned that I was going to get shot.
One of the men was wearing a shirt
depicting a well-known musician in their
realm, John Lennon. Walking quietly over to
him, he pulled out his gun as I approached.
Ignoring his threatening stance, I asked, "So
you like John Lennon?" "Yes, I do." "Well, I
love him, too. What was your favorite song
of his?" "Well, that would be 'Imagine.'" "Oh,
I love that song, too." Beginning to sing, I
savored every lyric, "Imagine there's no
countries, it isn't hard to do, nothing to kill
or die for.. ." Angry, he shouted, "I know
the song! Just shut up and get over there
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(Brent)
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