Months later, Richard Voss was convicted — sabotage, attempted mass murder, corporate fraud, a list of counts that took the clerk a while to read.

He was sentenced to spend the rest of his life in a federal prison, and I found, when I heard it, that I felt no triumph in it at all.

Only a kind of grim closing, a door shut on a draft that had been blowing through my life for eighteen months.

Justice isn’t the same thing as relief.

But it will do.

I decided not to go back to the military.