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...Ricci, Carl '95 LB 60 Walker, Andy '93 OT 61 Strachan, Eric '94 OT 62 Honkola, Brian '95 DT 63 Bauer, Derek '93 OT 64 Marker, Ray '95 OG 65 O'Hara, Tim '94 OG 66 Basner, Matt '95 OT 66 Yates, David '95 NG 67 Smith, Keenan '94 OT 69 Kirt, Jeff '95 NG 70 Jaswal, Rajbir '95 OT 71 Dunn, Chip '94 C 72 Hammerstein, Matt '94 OG 73 Miller, Kevin '94 DT 74 Michels, Mark '94 DT 76 Pinson, Greg '94 OG 77 Lee, Erik '93 DT 78 Higgs, Trevor, '93 DT 79 Dodge, Jeff...
...very strange. There were Brian Keenan, John McCarthy, Frank Reed, Tom Sutherland and I, all in the Bekaa Valley in one underground secret prison, all of us being held under different names. We would laugh about it, wondering which hat they were wearing when they came in to talk to us. Was he going to wear the Islamic Jihad hat and talk to Tom ((Sutherland)) and me? Or was he going to wear the Islamic Dawn hat and talk to Frank Reed...
...said in response to a question from the reporters gathered in Wiesbaden. "The worst day I had was Christmas of 1986." A veteran storyteller, Anderson first set the scene. He was in solitary. Similarly confined but within eyeshot were fellow hostages Tom Sutherland, John McCarthy and Brian Keenan. "We had nothing, no books, nothing...
...each other." Anderson explained that he had learned sign language in high school, a one-handed alphabet that he taught the other captives, improvising new signs for those he had forgotten. On this bleak day, Anderson was relaying silent messages to Sutherland, who would pass them on to Keenan, and so forth. Then calamity struck. "I took off my glasses and dropped them and broke them," he said. "My eyes are very bad. Couldn't see." End of silent, cell- to-cell dialogue. End of story. "That was a bad day," he concluded, the sorrow returning for a moment with...
...strengths to draw on. Family and colleagues describe him as a fun-loving young man who was close to his parents and elder brother. "He's a born optimist, a fighter, with a huge zest for life," says his father Patrick. That description is echoed by former cellmate Brian Keenan, an Irishman who was released last year. Says Keenan: "He is the daftest, craziest man I ever met." And a marvelous mimic too: "I never knew if I was playing dominoes against Sigmund Freud or Peter Sellers. Without him I don't think I would have made...