I heard a story on FOX News yesterday about an Afghan prisoner who was fitted for a prosthetic leg during his imprisonment at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. He was held for several months and then released. Several weeks later he was recaptured for involvement in an ambush of an American convoy. Today's scene details how I would handled this prisoner's second visit to GITMO.
SOLDIER: What is your name?
PRISONER: Alli babba.
SOLDIER: Ok, Alli. During your first imprisonment we treated you with the upmost regard for your particular religious needs. We supplied you and your cohorts with prayer rugs and copies of the Koran. We fed you better than we feed our own soldiers. We punished our own soldiers when they treated you any less than they would want to be treated themselves. We supplied you with medicine when you were sick. And we fitted you with a prosthetics leg when you didn't have one. Today you were caught you in an attempt to kill more U.S. soldiers. That's gratitude, huh, Alli. Ok, so today we are officially taking back your leg. It's being repossessed, Alli. Now run along..
That's today's scene.