At this point I was taken to Colonel Weil's office, a grey office with a worn out rug, reminiscent of what you might see at an unsuccessful corporation.

"I hear you've been giving us trouble," the Colonel began.

"That's not true, I've just been asking simple questions about free speech."

"We have a job to do here and we don't have time for your opinions. I'll tell you--yes, you have free speech."

'But don't you think it's important for everyone to know that. It seems to me that it's part of the American system that people know their rights."

"You just worry about yourself. It would take too long to have discussions here. These guys want to get processed and get home."

"It doesn't take more than thirty seconds to tell people that they have the right to free speech on the base."

"I'm gonna send you back with a personal escort and I don't want to see you again."

"The Marginal Man and the Military"

So another sergeant brought me into the waiting room and I waited. People, even enlistees, were very friendly and very eager to talk. There's a kind of community of victims.

I was then sent into Test Room B to take my mental test with a group of enlistees. Test Room B was Test Room A, but I had to rearrange the faces, they all had other names. This time I was tired, hungry, and bleary-eyed--totally incapable of taking any test. Therefore, it didn't surprise me when I found I had scored a Z. This entitled me to see the Personal Psychiatrist.

The only thing I remember about Captain Johnston's office was the book on his desk--The Marginal Man and the Military. His first question smacked of soc rel 10 esteem busting.

"Don't you think this is childish?"

"No--why, do you?"

"You know the Army just gives you these tests to find the best place for your abilities."