Q: How did you find out what the psychiatrist said about you?

A: When I went overseas, I hand-carried my medical records. I peeked.

Q: You could have expunged his report from your records. Could have redacted your own file. Sanitized your dossier.

A: The psychiatrist called me "an unkempt, disheveled-appearing individual with a large, bushy crop of uncombed hair."

I was proud of that.

An enlisted man couldn't be unkempt. He had to be squared away.

He couldn't have a large, bushy crop of uncombed hair. He had to have a high-and-tight.

The man was delusional.

The people who were evaluating my mental condition were crazy and I was sane.

It was like Catch 22. Anybody sane would go crazy. But if you thought you were crazy, you were sane. Only someone who didn't know he was insane was crazy. And they didn't want out. They didn't see anything wrong with the way things were set up. They thought everything was fine.