CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
After a bland meal in the cafeteria, Eric and Linda settled into soft, upholstered chairs in the prison library. Groups of hard-luck women, and pimply teens, wandered past them to check out books.
“Glad I’m wearing my own clothes again. A uniform makes you lose your identity.”
“I think you’re right, as far as this place is concerned. But, wearing a uniform in the service made me feel like part of something bigger. I was no longer just one man, but a soldier who was part of a corps. A small crumb in a large pie, but still important, because without every crumb, the pie falls apart.”
She smiled at his analogy. “So, you didn’t mind giving up your identity?”
“No, it’s not like prison. That’s why it’s called serving your country. When you’re a member of troops sent to d
