Unseen Wars

Dads address is below. He get’s out March 2014 thanks for your support.

Tom



Robert Goris 14451-041 unit 208

FPC Duluth

Federal Prison Camp

PO Box 1000

Duluth, MN 55814



Monday PM

Dear Prayer Partners:

I wrote the last email right in the midst of an unseen war. I didn't mention because the letter would have gotten too long.

I left the fellowship meeting Saturday night so encouraged. God is really working in the minds and hearts of the guys In response to the question "How many of you are or want to be a disciple", all hands went up. Mark's also. Then afterwards Mark prayed to receive Christ. It's almost too much to take to see what God is doing.

On my way back to my cell with everyone out in the day room, right in front of me, a big fight broke out. It looked like one guy attacking another but ended up being much more. The guards started hollering, "Code orange lockdown!", then, "Down on the floor on your stomachs!" I was right there almost on top of it when I realized I could be in this thing. It was so surreal. Guys all stood for a minute wondering who should be helping who. It finally dawned on me and others that the command "lock down" was for us. Through the next two days I realized that what looked like a fight between two guys was really a small battle of a much larger war. The guys were pinned on the floor face down, hand cuffed and taken to the hole. All night long guards went back and forth reviewing videos from the camera. All day Sunday we were locked in. They brought our food to our cells at 8:00 AM. The guys with black suits and knuckle gloves came by, hand cuffed us, took us out of our cells and searched everything. I saw them go cell to cell and do the same at each cell. I was amazed at the huge pile of stuff they removed. After that they took us out one at a time to the gym where we were s et on a folding chair and they wanted to know what we knew about what's going on. Any racial wars, drug wars, gambling wars. It was all very interesting. They came back again during the night. I kept watching, they removed 8 guys from the pod. Some for extorting the sex offenders, some for carrying debt books from gambling. (It's unlawful to give credit or carry debt here). My neighbor in the next cell was taken. His name is Dale (the bank robber). Dale takes 18 meds per day. He also has a gambling addiction. When we take meds we always have to take them, drink water, they open our mouth so that both the nurse and the guard could see that the meds are gone. Somehow in spite of all that, Dale hid his meds in his mouth and was selling them to work off his gambling debt. Today Dale, Joe the Peruvian who had the store, the two guys that ran the gambling table, the black Liberian who stoked up racial strife - they are all in the hole.