I walked into the hallway of the fourth floor of MacArthur Barracks after taps one night. I was curious to see what happened when the officers were gone and cadets had their run of the place. When I entered the hallway, I heard someone crying. I approached the noise, turned the corner, and saw a huge shape in the dark hallway. The cadet's shoulders were shrugging as he wept, his body shaking uncontrollably. I caught the eye of the senior cadet in the hallway, who immediately approached to see who I was.
"Can I help you, Sir?" he asked.
"I'm LTC Henshaw, and I'm here doing research. Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Sir, I'm the squad leader, Cadet Jones. Well, Sir, this new cadet was being difficult, ...