By 0600 hours, we were ready. It was agreed that Hurwitz and O’Malley would stage a scuffle during breakfast, to distract the guards and give us time to smuggle spoons under our uniforms. We then met at the east fence, where patrols were lightest. The resistance would have a stolen civilian vehicle waiting for us.
“This is Riley,” says Carrie B. “He was helping me garden. Kind of.”