The Marine Corps Taught Me

I Began Writing 'matterhorn' In 1975 And For More Than 30 Years I Kept Working On My Novel In My Spare Time, Unable To Get An Agent Or Publisher To Even Read The Manuscript.

How Could You Get Mad At Someone Who Neither Needed To Attack Nor Was At All Worried About Being Able To Defend? It Was Like Getting Mad At Switzerland.

When I First Got Back From The War, I Said, 'i'm Gonna Write The Great American Novel About The Vietnam War.' So I Sat Down And Wrote 1,700 Pages Of Sheer Psychotherapy Drivel. It Was First Person, And There Would Be Pages About Wet Socks And Cold Feet.

Once We Recognize Our Shadow's Existence We Must Resist The Enticing Step Of Going With Its Flow.

The Time For Debilitating Fear Is Before And After The Mission.