Lauderdale/Hollywood International Airport. With the exception of one corporate law firm that always makes a grand entrance in a chartered private jet, the attorneys doing habeas work at Gitmo fly one of two commercial airlines, Air Lynx or Air Sunshine. At the counter, you’re asked to show clearance documentation provided by the Department of Defense. Then, you hop onto the luggage scale because seating on the tiny puddle jumper prop planes is determined by body weight. The ten-seat cabin is so small that it’s impossible to stand fully upright. Before boarding, everyone hits the bathroom because there aren’t any lavatories on board. Some people bring earplugs or large headphones in a futile attempt to drown out the noise of the engines. Surprisingly, we don’t have to go through any kind of security procedures before boarding. There are no metal detectors to walk through and no X-ray machines to scan our baggage. Nor does anyone bother to open our checked luggage. “Why don’t you guys look through our bags?”
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