Growing Up At Guantanamo Bay
Published in
10 min readJan 12, 2016
By Keith Edwards
There was this story that all of the American kids who lived on GTMO knew — the Cubans didn’t map their minefields. We’d heard it from someone’s brother, who’d heard it from one of the Marines stationed along the fence line, who’d seen it with their own eyes. Prisoners were marched out of a gate on the Cuban side and into the no-man’s land between one country and another until . . . Boom!