My captors let me get a mohawk haircut. They got a big kick out of it. I think they are warming up to me. The Syrians are here too. They supplied the bleach to dye my hair. All they do is armwrestle with the turks, and the Iraqi's won't shut up about what a buch of pussies the turks are for not detroying the Kurds. Meanwhile some Iranians have been prank phone-calling us pretending to be the US millitary. They're such assholes.