He was on the brink- the brink of losing his sanity. And yet, as he was leaning over that edge, he was somehow caught in the middle- the middle being the constant struggle of separating his personal afflictions from his duty to kill.
 
But his comrades in the First Infantry could never tell; he bore a carefully crafted mask of formality and demure. “Josiah!” his close friend would say, “I know you lost the hearing in your right ear,...