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Some nights, when his shift was over, he would sit on the floor of the shower stall fully dressed, pink water swirling down the drain, and wash and wash until his fatigues did not bleed anymore.
Unlike many other soldiers, who said they still believe in the mission, Sergeant Papadatos said the mission was failing. He also felt he was being lied to. He recalled standing in a battalion formation and listening to a general link Iraq to the Sept. 11 attacks. "How stupid do they think we are?" he said.
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In December, Sergeant Papadatos asked for help again. He went to the veterans' hospital in Manhattan and was told to complete another survey - his fourth. He had questions about the questions, but the secretary administering the test could not answer them and he got frustrated. She said that he was acting "nasty."
"That's when I exploded," he said. "I started yelling, 'Nasty? Nasty? I'll show you nasty. You stupid desk bound slug!' "
Several men escorted him out. When he got home a few hours later, he crawled into bed.
"I felt like I had accomplished nothing for the day," he said. "Except making a fool of myself."
http://nytimes.com/2006/01/15/nyregion/15guard.html?pagewanted=4&ei=5094&en=e649ab9de69f5741&hp&ex=1137301200&partner=homepage