
Maj.
Gen. Cantwell's account, here, is worth reading. "The next day I wave goodbye to Jane, who is in
tears, through the wire-impregnated glass of a door in a psychiatric ward. I am
locked in. When I find my way to my room, I sit and weep like a child. How did
it come to this? What the hell am I doing here?"
Published on September 25, 2012 03:51