Because Somebody Cared

SEVENTEEN MONTHS ago, I sat behind bars, doing six months for a crime I should have gotten five to ten years for. Twelve of us "confinees" (the Navy does not use the word prisoners in its correctional centers) sat in a room, all wondering what we had been selected for.

In walked a big, fat boatswain's mate first class. He looked as if he'd a couple over lunch. Much to my surprise, I found out that he hadn't had a "couple" in over three years. The reason that we twelve were there was because every one of our offenses was alcohol/drug-related. Most of us had been to general courts... Login to read more
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