On the day of my release, after nineteen months and several days in custody, I gave away my Army watch, law-books and all the other useful items, as I wouldn't need them on the outside. I said my goodbyes to people who wouldn't get out for some time, some former clients, some friends from Miami's legal scene, and to my clients' accountant, who would not be released for several more months. I was going "to the door," to actual release, not to the halfway-house. My sister, who had been the only constant during my incarceration, and who would later go to law school herself, came to pick me up. Leaving the camp for good was a lot like being permanently transferred out of a military installation during service, but infinitely better; A breath of fresh air. At Eglin, the civilian airport was part of the air base. When I boarded the aircraft, and saw that the pilot, first officer, and flight engineer were all female, I thought I'd been away for far too long, as the world had changed around me. Maybe it was me that had changed, but in any event, I was free, airborne and on my way to the next chapter in my life.

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