On 28 September 1985, I raised my right hand and swore this oath of enlistment in the U.S. Army:
"I, James Matthew Wallace, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice."
I immediately realized that I had just sworn away the next eight years of my life and maybe even my very existence. And even more astonishingly, I was completely at peace with the notion. As the other enlistees parroted "So help me God" to complete their oaths, I was overwhelmed by the sense that I had just died. Without hesitation, I internally ratified this intuition, "So be it." In retrospect, the Hebrew equivalent would have been more succinct and just as appropriate: Amen.
— Matt Wallace, "Being All I Could Be; or, Descent into Madness"
In honor of the thirtieth anniversary of my Enlistment in the United States Army . . .
and the twenty-second anniversary of my Honorable Discharge from the United States Army . . .
THIS WE'LL DEFEND!
Come on in and make yourself at home for awhile.
(Please note: Epigraphs are collected in their own section of my Curio Cabinet.)