ABSTRACT
Stewart had a lot of problems, each tied haphazardly to the next, with many of the ostensible solutions constituting new problems in their own right. It wasn’t just that he had been to war – several times – and come back hurt and anxious. It was that every salient aspect of that hurt and the life that surrounded it seemed to be wrapped up somehow with the Army, this institution that had put him in harm’s way in the first place, that he was now dependent on for his care and healing and livelihood, and that couldn’t seem to make up its mind between hanging onto him and sending him packing. The Army was Stewart’s problem, and he was its problem.
