During the book tour I returned to New York. It was nice to be home. It was even nicer to know the childhood stories I told in the book were just the way my childhood friends recall them. Not that they had read the book, some did not even know I had written a book, yet a number of them said to me, “Do you remember…” to which I would say, “I wrote that same story in the book.”
Most rewarding were the number of them who said, “You have not changed one bit. You are the same serious unemotional guy you always been.” Again without them knowing I had written the same, that my character has been the same since my childhood and being “brainwashed” by the military, as critics have suggested, was not what had molded my character.