I want to add that we were not the Taliban, and didn’t need to be afraid of Americans. The Americans did not know where I lived to arrest me; my father went to them (Americans) to bring them over. My father is still writing in the letters that the Americans took me because I was injured, and when you are better, they will release me. He is still saying this. (The Detainee had letters with him) I wrote him to tell him that my leg is better and am not in hospital, and I’m ready to come home. My father wrote and asked, why then if you are not in the hospital and you’re wounds are better are you still in jail? My father said the Americans promised me they would let you go; why aren’t you coming home?
—From the interrogation of Mohi Bullar, in possibly one of the saddest and most infuriating detainee interrogations I’ve read.