You asked if I was “safe.” Actually, no. I’m not safe. But you know the dangers I face. Prison is extremely violent. I could get hurt in a fight. There’s also a danger that the courts will be corrupt and leave me here for 20 more years. There’s a danger that I’ll lose my kind heart and become such a vicious convict that even if I did get out there would be nothing left of me. When boys in the 1960’s and 70’s were sent off to Vietnam, they only had to do one year, then they could come home. But that pointless, government, stupidity, driven war was a such a nightmare from Hell that even the boys whose bodies survived and returned to America, never really came home all the way. Part of them had died over there. When a mother and father or sibling or girlfriend said goodbye to a drafted boy, they never saw him again. Even if he survived the tour and came back to them, that boy was gone forever. And that was after just one year. I’ve been in Hell for 7 years. The world may not recognize me. And I may not recognize the world. Only time will tell.