Previously on Serial.
We're like, man, is he like CIA or what? He look at us and then he jump behind our bike. We thought he's drunk. They will kill you just for the amusement of being able to shoot you. And it quickly became very apparent to us that the Taliban knew. This is fucking bullshit. He's in Pakistan. From This American Life in WBEZ Chicago, it's Serial, one story told week by week. I'm Sarah Koenig. ♪♪
Right after Beau Bergdahl first went missing from his outpost in Afghanistan, word came down that the higher-ups wanted someone from Beau's platoon, 2nd Platoon Blackfoot Company, to record a message to Beau that they'd play on local radio. They wanted it to be a voice Beau would recognize. So they chose a guy Beau was friends with, a guy from Louisiana. And he has a very thick Louisiana accent. So... So basically, he...
He went up there, and I guess they didn't like it. So they came down, and they got me. That's Josh Corder, originally from Pennsylvania. He didn't want to make a message to Beau. He says he felt a little disloyal to his platoon, calling out to the guy who was causing them such turmoil. But they brought me up there. Two officers brought me up there, and they put a piece of paper in front of me, which is a script, and said, read this. What was the script? It was like...
It was kind of cheesy, too. It was like, hey, Bo, this is Josh. We really miss you. You know, we just want you to come back. We hope you're safe. We hope everything's going okay. You know, so come back, Bo. I kept thinking later on that my, like, for the entire five years, maybe they played the same thing. I was like, wonder how long my voice has been going on in Pakistan and Afghanistan telling Bo to come home.
Safe to say, Beau never heard the message. Also safe to say, Beau was trying really hard to come home. His first year in captivity starts with an escape and ends with an escape, like shitty bookends to a terrible year. In between the escapes, Beau was learning necessary, twisted lessons of survival. How to smile when you're in agony. That if you ask for something, such as water, you're likely to get less of it, or less of something else, such as food.
If you're severely dehydrated, you can't really drink your own urine because it turns into a salty brown sludge. That filth and stink are your best weapons. The more disgusting you are, the less your captors want to come near you, which means you can squirrel things away in your bedclothes. The smaller and meeker you can make yourself, the more likely the Taliban are to let you alone.
And as painful as it is to be forgotten, ultimately, that's what you want. Right. Right.
The majority of the time in the first year when I was in that household with Mullah Sangin. Mullah Sangin Zadran was a commander in charge of keeping Bo prisoner up until 2013 when Sangin was killed in a drone strike. It was basically my interaction was a few times a day that they would give me food and the little boys would bring it. And then maybe once or twice a month, one of the other guys, one of the men would come and check on me.
Back in Afghanistan, the storm of search and rescue operations for Beau had slowed and then dwindled. They'd keep their eyes and ears out, of course, but at a certain point, the military had to call it. While Beau was in the worst place he could be if anyone was going to rescue him, locked in a room across the border in Pakistan.
That was Mark Bull's first casual assessment of Beau when he heard the early reports that Beau had walked off.
And it was a lot of people's assessment. And it's understandable, based on the information dripping out at the time. An early propaganda video, reports that Beau had converted to Islam. Yeah, and then there were, I also remember there was the thing of him, like, that there had been, there had been some kind of reporting that he was riding around on a horse. I remember that, too. I'm just looking at one from the Daily Mail, and
And it says, "One of his captors said that he converted to Islam and was going under the name Abdullah and was, quote, 'very relaxed in our company,' unquote. It has also been claimed that Bergdahl was so trusted by his kidnappers that they let him sleep without restraints and go bird and rabbit hunting with an old British rifle." — Oh, you know what? That reminds me. I heard another one that he played soccer. — Information like this, I learned that intelligence analysts refer to it as stray voltage. By that, they mean it's almost certainly untrue.
But still, added up to people judging from the outside, it didn't look good. Mark said it made him feel like maybe Beau wasn't someone he should be caring about, which is the opposite feeling you usually get when you hear about a POW.
But then, after Beau came back and was in Germany recovering, Mark talked to someone in the intel world who knew what was going on. I actually remember somebody telling me, "Oh yeah, he's doing a ton of intel debriefings." And I was like, "Oh, that's weird. I thought he was some kind of Taliban guy."
And they were like, no, no, no, no. He's like, he's not. And this was during the period when all the press reporting was about, you know, how like mentally damaged he was and how he was gradually, you know, reacclimating to the world. And everyone was like cautioning, like, you know, don't expect him to pop up on TV anytime soon because he's severely traumatized. And,
And then I was also hearing that, like, privately he was, I mean, maybe all that stuff was true, and I'm sure it is, but at the same time he was doing a lot of intel debriefing. So I was like, wait, he's doing intel debriefs. That doesn't sound like a traitor. When I finally heard Beau talk about his time with the Taliban, I thought, no, he does not sound like a traitor.
As brutal as Beau's first year in captivity was, at least he had plans. His single-minded purpose was to get out. As best as Beau can recall, the first escape, if you don't count the one where he ran 20 or 30 feet before he got tackled, happened the first week he was in Taliban custody. Taliban fighters, by the way, have confirmed that Beau did escape once, briefly, early on, and then again for a longer time, roughly a year later.
That first week, Beau says he was being held at a house of some kind. His feet were tied with ropes. A chain was wrapped in several loops around his wrists. He said he'd noticed that the previous morning, a car had arrived with water. And as soon as it did, everyone went inside another room for tea. So when the car came again with the water, Beau says he saw his chance.
He managed to manipulate the slack in the chain so that he could slip it over his knuckles. He untied his feet. The wooden doors of the room he was in were latched from the outside with a thick wire, so he had to stick his hand through the crack to undo it.
But no one does see. He runs outside, turns right, and then realizes he's in some kind of shallow valley or plateau.
He sees three houses about 200 yards off. He starts running. He's shoeless. He says there's mostly jagged rocks underfoot. But he sprints as best he can. At the first house, he sees some kids. I see me and they start screaming and they run towards the house. And I see a woman come running out the gate. And she like sees me and does like that one-footed like stutter stop thing. And she like runs back into the house.
He keeps going, sees a group of men standing around. The men also see him. So Beau runs towards some trees, passes the second house, comes to the third, decides to climb onto the roof. And I get to the top of the roof, and there's like a mud puddle there. And, you know, I'm staying low. I basically just slide onto the roof, which happens to be covered in mud. And I rolled a few times to try and cover myself with even more mud. And it almost worked.
But the men find him up there, lead him back down. It's kind of an interesting moment. I don't know if I told you this, but I get to the ground, right? And I guess the old lady from the house, like some old woman from the house, had come out at the commotion. You know, and all these, like, young guys are, you know, everybody's, like, talking loudly. And, you know, I'm covered in mud, and this old woman comes up to me, and she, like, tries to, like, start, like, she's, like, trying to wipe the mud off my face.
And one of the young guys grabs her by the arms and just kind of chucks her behind him. And she yells at him and leads me off.
Start to finish, the escape lasted maybe 10 or 15 minutes, Beau says. But the aftermath was severe. They brought Beau back to where they'd been holding him, and once evening came, Beau says they beat him with a rubber hose. At first it was one guy who spoke some English. He'd twirl and twirl the hose and then whack it against Beau's feet. Or if Beau covered his feet with his hands, he'd whack his hands. He doesn't know exactly how long that lasted, but it was a long while, he says.
The next morning, a whole group of men came in with a guy who seemed to be an elder, and they all took turns hitting Bo with the hose until the older man called them off and took his own turn. And then that evening, Bo thinks it was evening. He's not sure. He says he was blindfolded this whole time. They moved him. They moved him into a new place because I'm pretty sure they're like, oh, he saw where we were or someone might have seen him, and so we got to move him. Oh, I see. And then in the new place, how are you...
or how did they contain you? In the new place, they put me on an Afghan bed and chained my feet to the ends of the bed and chained my hands to the tops of the bed so that I was basically spread eagle on the bed and blindfolded. And that's how I spent basically the majority of the next three months
Three months, Beau was chained, spread-eagled to a bed and blindfolded. He was allowed to get up twice a day to use the toilet, he says. That's it. In a statement Beau wrote that was released as part of his legal case, he said that because of the heat and sweat, his body got sore and raw where it was in contact with the bed. His eyes burned from the pressure of the blindfold. He could never wipe the salt from them. He developed open wounds on his ankles, an infection which seemed to spread to his forehead.
They'd beat the bottoms of his feet and other parts of his body with a copper cable. Beau says there came a day when he tried to walk and his guards saw his legs were shaking from weakness. After that, they rearranged one of his arms, secured it down by his side instead of over his head, which allowed him to at least sit up. The room had dirt walls and a dirt floor, Beau says. Every three or four weeks, he could shower and wash his clothes. ♪
By the time six months hit, Beau had diarrhea. He would have diarrhea for roughly three and a half years. No toilet paper or regular access to water. Most of the time, his food was scant and came unpredictably. In the broadest strokes, his captivity consisted of twin torments, isolation and sickness. Or, as Beau's principal military debriefer described it, there were roughly three phases to Beau's captivity. Phase one, torture. Phase two, abuse. Phase three, neglect.
The time deprivation and too much light or too much darkness and too much randomness just wears away at you and just drives your nerves into the ground. Yeah.
The conversations between Beau and Mark started just a few months after Beau came back.
Beau talks a lot about how he's numb or distant or disconnected, which actually has the benefit of helping him talk about what happened. Still, the details about the worst episodes are sometimes hard to say and hard for Mark to take in. As a story, it's really... It's overwhelming. You know, I can comprehend it in little bits and pieces, like the isolated stuff as it goes along, these details that you're giving me, each one of them makes sense, you know? And they're kind of...
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Because I think that that would have been enough to basically put 95% of people and turn them into potatoes. Yeah. Beau was being held by the Haqqanis, a group run by a very powerful Pashtun family allied with the Taliban. They're based in North Waziristan, which is in Pakistan's tribal region bordering Afghanistan. The Haqqanis had agreed to hold Beau for the Taliban. And the guy in charge of Beau's physical person was Mullah Sangin.
But Bo says he only saw Sangin maybe half-dozen times over the years. In all, Bo says he was kept in maybe eight different locations, different compounds, different rooms, made of mud or cement. Bo says especially at the beginning, the Taliban questioned him. But he said they weren't what you might normally think of as an interrogation. The questions were strange and sometimes incoherent. Questions like, you know, um...
You know, the officers on your base, how do they get their prostitutes? We know that you guys bring prostitutes on base. And, you know, they're trying to find every dirty little secret. Oh, you know, you guys, you know, what kind of alcohol do you drink? We know you all drink. And, you know, what about drugs? And they ask you, is Obama gay and sleeps with men? And then they ask you about...
How good of cameras do the drones have? Or, you know, they ask you anything. Thankfully, the guy who did speak English and was asking me, like, information, like military information, he knew everything and he wasn't interested in what I had to say because he didn't trust me. And so he never really asked me anything that was...
that I could, you know, one that I could answer. Like one time you asked me how many bombs could fit on a bomber and I had no idea because I'm not a Air Force pilot.
This hodgepodge of perfectly reasonable questions—how do the drones work? And then a kind of crazy talk—is it true all American women are prostitutes, that they sleep with animals? It makes you wonder whether they're just trying to rile Bo up, or whether their understanding of our world is as paltry as our understanding of theirs. Something I learned really quickly was if you show hesitation in telling them something, then they think they're onto something.
But if they ask you a question and you just start talking to them, like if you're talking to a normal person, then they get extremely suspicious because they think, well, if he has no problem telling me this, then there's something wrong with that information. So either way, they pretty much assume you're lying, which is maybe why they didn't really press him too hard on any of this stuff.
High-ranking Taliban told us, through reporter Sami Yousafzai, that yeah, Beau didn't give them any useful intelligence or cooperation. Besides, Beau said the Taliban get most of their information, information they consider more trustworthy, from Afghan interpreters who work with U.S. forces. So Beau's value wasn't in what he knew. It was in the sheer fact of him, a U.S. soldier that belonged to them. So getting information from me wasn't like their main priority. Getting videos out of me...
was what they wanted to do. You might have seen some of these videos on the internet. Bose said they made probably a dozen of them that were never released, but a small handful were. Bose said the Taliban spend a lot of time making them. They're morale boosting. Plus, he says the Taliban love to embarrass the United States any way they can. But you can't make too many videos or release too many, because every time you do, you're exposing yourself. Details about the staging or someone's accent or the production values or the decor might give your location away.
Bo says they'd sometimes make a number of videos during the same shoot, changing the backdrop or his clothes or his hair or his beard to pretend the videos had been taken at different times and different locations. The guy who made Bo's videos spoke English, seemed Western-educated. He had a slight British accent. He'd come into Bo's room always with the same irritating greeting. He'd say, hey, Bo, what's up? Yeah, that was, uh...
For some strange reason, the guys who could speak fairly good English, that was always their thing. Hey, what's up? You know, they'd be like, hey, what's up, though? And you'd say, you know, I'm going to take a video of you, and you need to think about what you're going to say to, you know, President Obama.
And he would say, you know, you need to talk about, like, you know, how terrible the army is and, you know, how badly that you were treated or how corrupt the politicians are and, you know, stuff like that. And so did you have to work on your answers? Well, like, the first time he talked to me, I gave him answers, and he was all satisfied with that. But the moment he turned the camera on,
After that, they wrote everything down. — One would expect that they would justly treat me as my country's army has treated their Muslim prisoners in Bagram, in Guantanamo Bay, Abu Ghraib, and many other secret prisons that are hidden around the world. But I bear witness. I was continuously treated as a human being with dignity.
In this video, Beau's wearing a camouflage jacket, helmet, and sunglasses. He looks really weird. He said the sunglasses were so you couldn't see his eyes reading the paper. And also maybe because the Taliban thinks sunglasses look cool, which agreed. I had nobody to pry at me of my clothes and take pictures of me naked. I had no dogs barking at me and biting me, as my country has done to their Muslim prisoners in the jails that I mentioned.
When he made that video, Beau says the bed he was chained to, Spread Eagle, was just off to his left. The videos hit this theme a lot: how well he's being treated, compared to how the U.S. treats Taliban prisoners. — How are the mujahideen treating you? — He says, "How are mujahideen treating you?" — They're treating me better than I've been treated in just
as a guest in a regular household in America. — The videos also hit other common Taliban talking points, one of which is that the U.S. government is lying to the American public about how many American soldiers have been killed in Afghanistan. — The Americans claim that it's only a few hundred dead so far. Well, is this true, or is it more higher? — I believe the death toll of Americans in Afghanistan is higher than what the government allows the world to know.
The Army has moral guidelines for how a soldier is supposed to behave if he or she is captured by the enemy. It's called the Code of Conduct. It says, among other things, if I am captured, I will continue to resist by all means available. I will make every effort to escape. I will give no information or take part in any action which might be harmful to my comrades.
And when questioned, besides name, rank, and serial number, quote, I will evade answering further questions to the utmost of my ability. I will make no oral or written statements disloyal to my country and its allies or harmful to their cause, unquote. Soldiers I talked to from Beau's battalion told me the fact that Beau appears in these videos at all, that he's answering their questions, repeating their talking points, that right there is an obvious violation of the code of conduct.
They said, even if someone has a gun to your head, and by the way, Bo says there were guys with guns on these video shoots, you don't participate in the enemy's propaganda campaign. Well, that's actually an interpretation of the code that military officials do not agree with. That is not the standard the Army is asking soldiers to live up to. You are not expected to die refusing to make a video.
In the first and second Gulf Wars, American POWs showed up in propaganda videos too, and the military didn't blame them for it. They understand that as a prisoner, you're going to be compelled to do things you don't want to do. And also, while the U.S. military isn't going to encourage you to be in a video if you're captured, there is an upside to being filmed. Your government has proof you're alive.
At a military hearing on Beau's case, Terrence Russell, the guy who debriefed Beau, said in these videos, Beau did what he had to do, and that as the videos go on, you can see him getting better at resisting, at minimizing the propaganda value.
In the very first video the Taliban released, mid-July of 2009, about three weeks after Beau disappeared, Beau was sitting in front of a table with some green liquid in a big mug. Mark asked Beau what it was. Mountain Dew. They love Mountain Dew. Like, if you want to piss those people off in that country, all you do is cut off their sugar supply. It's in this video that Beau explains how he was captured. Okay, how and where were you arrested, captured? I was captured outside of Meskara.
What were you doing? I was behind a patrol. I was lagging behind the patrol when I was captured. This was widely reported back in the U.S., that Beau said he was caught while lagging behind on a patrol. And again, a bunch of the soldiers I talked to mentioned this, that when they heard it, it made them mad. Because it's such obvious nonsense. U.S. soldiers do not lag behind on patrols in Afghanistan and then just disappear without anyone noticing. It's not a thing.
So when they heard it was in the video, some of them saw it as evidence that Beau was lying about what happened. Beau was lying. He says, of course he was lying. He says he knew that Americans listening would know it was baloney. That was the point. There was one way in the video of basically telling people, hey, what I'm saying in this video is, you know, it's a lie. It's pre-staged. It's pre-rehearsed. And it has nothing to do with...
reality. Was it all rehearsed or staged? Yeah. So none of it was you, the real you? No, it was a desperate me trying to figure out how to stay on the edge of not cooperating with them and yet cooperating with them to the point that they don't shoot me.
The guys guarding Beau don't speak English, which makes sense. Why would they? But also that same high-ranking Taliban told us they don't necessarily want someone like Beau near anyone who speaks English because they might say something just inadvertently and it could help him with an escape.
But even if they couldn't really talk to him, Beau says they interacted with him. They messed with him. They'd throw things at him or point an AK-47 at him. Just kidding. Once they tried to make him smoke a cigarette with a little firecracker in it. When he handed it back, he yelled, "Bang!" at one of the guards. After that, the guy gave him less food.
Beau learned not to sleep in the daytime because it left him open to these guys. They might take any opportunity. Picture being shaved by the Taliban with a straight razor. He's handcuffed. Even then, when he couldn't be more vulnerable, they'd have a laugh at his expense. Okay.
So, you know, what happened was the jokes came in the sense that, you know, they shaved my face in the way that would most amuse them. I see. And they'd take videos or take pictures. You have to laugh at yourself in order to keep things from getting worse. But, you know, basically the reality of the situation was the butt of the joke was me. And that just was something I had to accept.
Sammy Yousafzai, the Afghan reporter, interviewed some people who had dealings with Bo while he was in captivity. A big shot who came by and talked to Bo in his cell, a guy who cooked for him, a friend of one of the guards, someone from Mullah Sangin's entourage.
What Sami took away from these interviews was that keeping Bergdahl was, number one, stressful. You have to keep him away from everybody, not only from drones. You have to keep him away from al-Qaeda, Arabs and bandits. Because if something happens, you know, then you are responsible. You will be, you know, beaten, even arrested by, so that's why. These guards are watching the only U.S. soldier who's ever been taken prisoner in this war. Other groups might want to steal him from them.
Sammy said the guards had heard talk that some Arabs in masks had almost made it to the house where they were holding Bo and that Mullah Sangin had captured and executed some people he thought were being paid by the U.S. for information on Bo. So even though it's a prestigious job, it still sucks. Yeah. I see. Still, still like mentally a lot of pressure and anything could happen. And boring, sounds like.
That's the other thing Sammy heard in these interviews, how tedious it was for them, which is probably where the stupid and sometimes sadistic jokes come in. These guys are mostly young men. They're stuck inside a compound or some other prison location while their pals are maybe out and about enjoying themselves. You know, having fun, dancing a ton or something, but here, you know, you are bored. Nobody is allowed to come to visit because of this guy. We are in trouble.
We cannot go around, we cannot go to the city, we cannot make a phone call because there was nothing. So even for the guards, you know, they were not really happy. But still, since there were the orders, I'm sure Mullah Sangin was promising them a lot of things. This is big chicken and you will have more.
Sammy talked to a friend of one of the guards who told him that to amuse themselves, they'd think up things to do to Beau or how to get rid of Beau. They had a long hypothetical discussion about circumcising him. They talked about selling him or maybe calling in a phony tip to the Americans that they had Osama bin Laden so there'd be a raid and they could be done with it. In other words, they're young guys shooting the shit, following orders. ♪
Bo's keepers would make him watch execution videos of beheadings or suicide bombers. Bo said the very first day they got him, they showed him a video of Mujahideen executing prisoners. He talks to Mark a lot about these videos, in part because he's still affected by them. Certain details lodged in his head. In one, a man is about to be beheaded. He looks terrified, he's silent, and a rooster is crowing.
For Beau, the videos were obviously disturbing on their face, but they were also a grisly warning that this could happen to him at any time. Every group I went to, they all had their own videos to show me. And were they showing you, like, this is shit that we've done or just stuff that other people we know have done? The majority of them was, this is what other people have done. A few of them have been, this is what our people have done.
And there was one guy who was, I would say, literally, you know, basically out of his mind. In fact, to the point where the other Taliban called him crazy Taliban. What word did they use for that? They used crazy Taliban. Oh, okay. Because he had been in Bagram. And so they called him crazy Taliban. And he...
He would tell me that he killed, like, one time on one of his shifts, he told me he killed, he decapitated two guys. And then a few months later, he came back, and he told me that he had done another. Oh, while he was in the interim, while he hadn't seen you? Yeah, while he hadn't seen me. And the people he was killing, he called them Jesus, and those are the guys who are basically, they're Afghans who betrayed their brothers for American...
During all this time, Beau is scheming and plotting, gathering information that he hopes will get him out and that he can deliver back to the U.S., which, by the way, he does. Terrence Russell at the military hearing said he and other debriefers, intelligence debriefers, SEER psychologists, FBI agents, all found Beau eager to download whatever intel he could and, quote, remarked on the quality of information Sergeant Bergdahl was providing, unquote.
Also, they praised his recall. Beau said he was trying all the time to store in his memory mental pictures of every detail he could. For this mission, he pretty much starts from zero when he's chained down and blindfolded. When he can't see, he listens, tries to discern the daily patterns of the people who kept him, when they slept, when they ate, how their families work, who's related to whom. He didn't know if it would be useful to him or to someone else back home, but in case...
As he gets moved around from house to house and is allowed marginally more freedom to see and to stand, he sponges up new bits of information. He ends up staying a while at a house owned by a guy he thinks was named Day. By this time, Beau was so filthy. He smelled so bad. He said the young women and little boys resented having to deal with him. They might spill his food on purpose. Once a boy beat him over the head with his own chain. As best as Beau could tell, it was because he'd been humming.
But Bo started to suss out information. Oh, okay. All in English?
Oh, so like somebody had given it to them, like some NGO or somebody? Yeah. Well, that was their school uniform. So maybe that was the name of the place he was in, North Waziristan. Now he'd just have to figure out exactly where North Waziristan was. Everywhere he was held, he said, except for one place in the mountains, he was pretty sure he wasn't too far from what he assumed was an American base. He could hear artillery. He could see helicopters losing altitude to land. He could hear the scream of plane engines.
In fact, what he was hearing was almost certainly a Pakistani base, but Beau couldn't know that. The best he could figure, he was still in Afghanistan, very near the border. Beau had no special training in how to survive any of this, how to deal with abuse, how to gather intel, how to resist while making it look like you're cooperating.
As an Army private, he'd had what's called A-level SEER training, the most basic level of survival, evasion, resistance, and escape training. And what it consisted of at the time of Beau's deployment, according to Beau's senior debriefer, was, quote, here's the code of conduct, unquote. So he's just puzzling it out as he goes, trying things and then trying them again,
Day's house is a sort of mud hut. Beau attempts to dig himself out something like five times. To get rid of the dirt he loosed from the wall, he'd mix it with his own urine or feces and then smear it back on the wall. The pebbles and rocks were harder to dispose of. At the same house, there was a dog, a pretty aggressive dog that the little boys and men especially were scared of. Beau said the women sometimes gave it leftovers so it was nicer to them.
Beau knew if he tried to escape, he couldn't have the dog freaking out and barking. So he started sneaking a bit of food out to it when he was led to the latrine, which was right near where the dog slept. In that way, Beau made peace with the dog, who eventually began sleeping in the room where Beau was, which his captors thought was totally weird. Incidentally, someone who analyzed intel in Beau's case told me one of the rumors they heard along the way was that Beau had a puppy, possibly a German Shepherd puppy, which the analysts took to be silliness.
But maybe this sometimes vicious guard dog was the so-called puppy. Over the months, Beau managed to gather small items, which he turned into tools. And by the end of that first year, taken together, they'd become his escape kit. He had a length of PVC tube, maybe eight inches long. He'd been able to keep with them since the very first house. In one of the rooms, he shoved it into the wall and peed down it so his urine wouldn't just be in the room. The pipe will reappear later as part of a crossbar.
He found a nail in a mud wall. He could make holes with it, scrape away dirt with it, clean his fingernails with it. And when the time came, he'd spend weeks rubbing the head of it on a rock until it was just the right shape to get the old-timey shackles off his wrists. He stored the nail in the sole of his shoe.
But probably the biggest score was the key. The men and boys had come into his room. One of the boys was holding a bunch of keys on a string, and he dropped them. And when he did, one of the keys got away. It fell right near the mat where Bo slept. So Bo slid it underneath. He said nobody seemed to notice it was missing.
It wasn't the key to the padlocks he needed to open, but Bo says the locks were these cheaply made Chinese locks, and that by wiggling the key just so, he could hit the sweet spot and pop them open. And with that one key and using that technique, it allowed me to open, I think, the three padlocks that they're using to hold the chains around my feet and the chains that were chained to the door or wherever it was that they were chained. So...
Bo had tried many, many escapes. He'd gotten as far as a courtyard, up to a wall. But they were forays, really. His biggest, best chance came when he was at a remote place in the mountains. This was the farthest he ever was from a populated area. It's basically a Taliban prison.
Bo calls it the Mountain Fortress. Because it was a really, it literally looked like a fortress because it had like this really tall battlement type thing that was like a lookout tower or something. And I know it was old because the wood that was used to make like the rafters and the pillars and the stairs and everything was just this really old wood. And like, it was actually hand chiseled. You could see the chisel marks.
In the mountain fortress, Beau was kept in a second-story room, which was padlocked. But there was a window without bars on it. This place was so old. And he seemed so pathetic by that point. He says his guards weren't taking extra precautions. Beau had the nail, the key, the PVC pipe, plus a wooden stake that was in the room. He had an empty liter bottle of Mountain Dew, a hat, a blanket, his sandals. He went for it. And so in the middle of the night, I basically...
I put everything together, I practiced all the nights before, counting the hours down to the point where everything was silent so I knew everyone was asleep for the most part. And I practiced the nights before, putting like, with no sight, just all feeling, putting everything together, putting the tying my bedding together, getting the padlocks off, getting my handcuffs off, tying up the water bottle that I had. So then finally,
The rope was made from the two chains he'd now liberated, each about six feet long, he says, plus his bedding. It ended up being quite a bit longer than he needed. The drop to the ground was only about 15 feet, but Bo didn't know that. I used the PVC bar and PVC pipe and the stake as a crossbar to brace in the window, and that allowed me to climb out.
There's a reason maybe you haven't heard other American POW escape stories. It's because there hasn't been a successful one since the Vietnam War. Again, the code of conduct says you're supposed to attempt it. But the Army understands, especially since Vietnam, that the odds are usually and overwhelmingly against you.
If you're a POW and you assess the situation and you decide, it's highly unlikely I can make it out that window without being shot. It's highly unlikely that even if I do make it out, I'll be able to blend in with the local population. And it's highly likely that if the enemy finds me, they will torture or kill me. So no, I'm not going to try to go out that window. That is right and fine. No one will fault you for it.
To me, more than anything, this moment in the mountain fortress puts all the talk about Beau being a sympathizer to rest. Beau did not sympathize with the Taliban. He loathed the Taliban. So much so that even when he's sick, when he doesn't have any food, when he's already been punished for escaping the first time, he knows what that's like. And still, he goes out the window. At the bottom, he makes a bag out of his blanket, puts his water bottle in it, slings it over his shoulder, and starts walking.
Beau says apart from being rescued, it was maybe the best moment of his five years. Yeah. Yeah.
It's high desert terrain, cold at night, hot in the day, rocky. There are bushes and trees that Bo said look like Joshua trees and something piney, not a lot of cover. But his immediate objective is not to hide, though he'll have to do a lot of hiding, obviously. But right now, he's trying to get as far away as he can from the fortress. He wants to spread the search party as thinly as possible. He
He heads what he hopes is southeast, intending to go into Pakistan. He figures he's got a better shot at encountering someone non-hostile to him in Pakistan. But the terrain is so difficult. He's in these short, steep, mazy mountains. You get over one, there's immediately another one. And they're all about the same height, so it's not like you can reach a peak and get your bearings, see the twinkle of a friendly fob in the distance. He climbs and descends, sometimes scooting on his butt. All the while, he's listening for water to replenish his water bottle.
He reaches a valley, and it's populated. He keeps having to veer this way or that, skirt a fence or a house or a sheepherder's tent. So, stupidly trying to put distance between me and the tent, I wasn't taking my time and taking it slow and easy. And I step off a cliff. I don't know how long, I don't know how big of a drop it was.
It was a big enough drop for me to think on the way down. It was like the initial drop was like, oh, good grief. But then I kept falling to the point where I got over the surprise that I was falling. And I started thinking, you've got to be kidding me. It cannot be this far down.
Beau lands on a dry riverbed on his left side. He said the word oof actually came out of his mouth, just like in a cartoon, loud enough so that some dogs started barking their heads off. Maybe about 30, 40 feet away from where I had fallen, there was a creek.
So I wanted to fill up my water bottle because that's what I was looking for. So I drank as much water, and when I pulled the water bottle out, that was when I realized that I couldn't actually move my fingers to my left hand, because I couldn't get that top off. So that was my first...
He's done something terrible to his left leg and his left arm. And the pain of that starts to wash over him and then just stay.
It's getting later. It's going to be light soon. So Bo uses this small length of bar that had been used to hold his feet together, and he uses it to claw at the earth at the base of a tree to make a hole. It's mulchy and then just rocks underneath, but it's good enough. He piles the dirt around the hole to make a berm and then sticks branches into the berm so it blends into the landscape better.
And then he gets into the hole and pulls his blanket over himself. And then I take a bunch of the pine needles from the tree and I sprinkle them all over the blanket. And I sit there and wait. And by that time, the sun was already starting to come up over the horizon.
So that was his first night of freedom. In all, Beau says this escape lasted about nine days. In interviews with Sami and in other media reports, the Taliban admit this escape happened, though their versions vary in terms of how it happened and how long it lasted. Generally, they say two to three days. Beau's debriefers settled on 8.5 days.
Once morning hits, Beau has to stay put in the hole. He can't move around in the day. And where he is, it's populated and it's rural, so people walk everywhere. There are footpaths crisscrossing all over the place.
Over the coming week, while he's hiding in holes or trenches during the day, Bo says there were so many close calls. Sheep that came close and spooked, women out gathering something or other from the bushes, men, he could tell there were men with guns. He could hear the clack of the metal. There was a scare with a flashlight, a time when he heard the familiar beeping of those Motorola-type walkie-talkies the Taliban use, a time when little girls wandered off the road and up the hill where he was hiding. These little girls, they've got a head up in maybe...
They pass right by his feet, keep going. They're talking to each other, immersed in whatever they're doing. And then they come back down the hill, and Beau says they pass right by his head. Tiny, oblivious girls.
Bo can't walk properly because his left side is hurting so badly, so he's crawling along on a combination of elbows and knees. Or on his butt. It's not going well. On top of everything, he really has no idea where he's going. He's completely lost. He'd learned celestial navigation as a kid, but now he can't recall how the Big Dipper relates to the North Star. The water he's drinking is fetid, like it's seen too many sheep.
He's eating grass. It's as if Beau is shrinking, getting smaller and more helpless, more primitive. His shit is completely green. And he's stuck in a hole all day. He's down to nothing, no resources.
And right above him, some of the highest tech equipment in the world for seeing and finding. Drones. American drones, guided by American eyes. And Bo and these drone pilots, they can't reach each other. Bo says he remembers one night being on top of a mountain. Looking up at the sky, I remember, and I was seeing, like, six drones, like, moving across the sky. And, you know, it's just really... It's not a nice feeling. You're so close, and yet...
Sometimes he'd think about what he'd do if a friendly convoy or patrol came by, how he'd safely get their attention. If he ran at them in his Afghan clothes, they might think he was a suicide bomber. So he figured he'd take all his clothes off. Because a tall, skinny, naked white guy coming at you, something to pause over, perhaps.
If anyone had come across Beau, they'd probably have taken in the following. He's in pain on his left side. He's in gastric distress. He's starving, he's scared, and he's lost. Did you ever think that during the course of the escape that maybe you made a mistake, that being out, that escaping was maybe more treacherous than just staying put? No. I knew it was, like, before I escaped, I knew it was going to be more, there was going to be more immediate risk. Yeah. Yeah.
In order to get myself out the window, I had to basically come to terms with the fact that this was very much like a suicide mission. It was like one way out, and I was looking for a needle in a haystack as far as being saved or as far as finding some safe point.
Toward the end, Beau was too debilitated to cover much ground. His hunger pangs were gone, but he was blacking out when he stood up, getting tunnel vision.
He didn't exactly stop caring about getting caught, more like he stopped having the energy to be afraid. He remembers one of the last nights watching the sun go down, and his only thought was that it was beautiful. On the last day, Beau says he had passed out on top of a mountain. And when he came to, he started trying to make some sort of brace out of sticks for his left knee. And he heard voices and rustling bushes. And below him, he saw the search party coming up the mountain. He was caught.
Because of the drones, the men wanted to get him off the mountain as quickly as they could. They took him back to the prison. One of the older guys, Bo thinks he might have been a relative of Molasanguin, attacked him, tried to rip his hair out, his beard out, which Bo says he mostly succeeded in doing. But Bo says he was so out of it, he didn't really feel it. He wasn't beaten more than that, he says, maybe because they knew, looking at him, he might not survive a beating.
They threw Bo in a room, let him sleep. The next morning, they cleaned him up and they took him to a meeting with Mullah Sangin, whose principal message to Bo was, if you try to escape again, we'll just kill you. I mean, did you apologize to them? No, I never apologized. For trying to escape? Yeah. I probably would have. No. I think that escape was...
About four years, in fact. And while he's waiting, so many people would be trying to get Bo away from Sangin. All these huge military and diplomatic forces about to kick in, just as the United States is realizing we need to get out of this war. And then things get really interesting. Next time on Serial.
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That deployment, I mean. Yeah, it was the worst year of my life. It was horrible, yeah. Your operations order had something to do with Bo Bergdahl, then people were going to give it the stamp of approval, say, go ahead, smash down some doors and ask some questions. I have some guilt.
Like, maybe there's something I could do, but then what if? I don't know exactly why Beau was sort of treated the way he was treated, but it's certainly plausible to me that the reason he was treated so horribly was because I was treated so well.