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I went through it in May of 1971. I don't know what it was called but I do remember when we were "captured". We were taken to a farmhouse with sandbags on our heads, they took our boots and placed us in a barb wire pen. I was the last one to go to be interrogated. As the guy in front of me got up, he whispered to me that they left the gate to the pen open. I got my hands free, untied my feet, jumped three rows of concertina and headed out to the woods. I was 2 or 3 miles down the road when they came looking for me with my other guys... Good times.
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