Tuesday, September 25, 2012 - 6:51 AM

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?"