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Master of My Fate – Stoicism from a Vietnam Prisoner of War [pdf]
- stanrivers 6y ago"Back in my cell, after the guard locked the door, I sat on my toilet bucket-where I could stealthily jettison the note if the peephole cover moved and unfolded Hatcher's sheet of low-grade paper toweling on which he had printed with rat dropping, without comment or signature, the last verse of Ernest Henley's poem Invictus: It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishment the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul."