Most would say if you broke the law, than you should pay the piper. From there comes the varied legislature from all over the country of what crimes deserve what sentences. Somehow I get the feeling the military justice system is a bit different.
I cannot even fathom not being able to take a soaking bath. To cultivate my garden, to make my salsa. Not to have quiet. Actually, that would unnerve me to no end. The noise, lack of privacy. Were you able to keep your light on in individual cells? The daily routine, if lucky enough to have a job, were you required to do work? Beyond fitness, what other ways were you able to pass the time? While I am not a fan of fast food, not having the ability to have such a luxury would drive me nutty, or a beer.
There are so many consequences to our actions. As you said many of the folks who end up there are young and their lives have ended. I wonder if there is way for you to mentor someone who is about to leave the USDB?
My former attorney was a JAG officer at USDB, I recall him sharing some of his tales, the one thing he said, and I found it striking that despite the fact you are reduced in rank, the officers and enlisted still treated each other with said protocol. I found that a bit far fetched but perhaps you can shed some light on that?
As you talk about the living conditions and where folks faired with their custody it is hard to think that is still in place in the new facility as it is much different from the old building(s).
The old one had the separate buildings that appeared to employ the prisoners. You can purchase items made by the inmates such as the boxes for flags, to be given to a family after the funeral.
The other thing, if I recollect, did the prisoner's work with pigs, sheep or goats? They are all around within the Post and I thought maybe that has something to do with the prison.
I am sure I will think of other things to ask but I will close for tonight. Again thank you.