Yesterday, 30 years later to the day, these former (Iranian) hostages returned to West Point and were greeted by the entire corps of cadets. As I am currently a Plebe (read: freshman) at West Point I was among those in attendance. Although the event was brief, it was powerful. As each former hostage exited their transportation bus and made their way through the tunnel of cadets, glimpses of memories flashed through their eyes. Their smiles were wide and the celebration of their freedom, which reflects our freedom, was loud and joyous. I guess that's really what this event spoke to me about: freedom. Freedom is something I know I take for granted every day, and in many ways it's something that I can't fully appreciate until it is taken away. These former hostages had experienced that lack of freedom, in a big way/Colin Mansfield on Dennis Mansfield's blog. More here. (AP photo/Hans Pennink: Former Iranian hostage Bruce Laingen stops to talk with cadets at the United States Military Academy at West Point, N.Y., on Friday)

Question: What do you call re: the Iranian hostage crisis (if you are old enough to remember it)? And/or: Have you ever lost your freedom, even temporarily?