"The draft notice arrived on June 17, 1968...My mother and father were having lunch out in the kitchen. I remember opening up the letter, scanning the first few lines, feeling the blood go thick in my eyes. I remember a sound in my head. It wasn't thinking, just a silent howl" (O'Brien, 39).
"I drove north. It's a blur now, as it was then, and all I remember is velocity and the feel of a steering wheel in my hands. I was riding on adrenaline...It was pure flight, fast and mindless. I had no plan. Just hit the border at high speed and crash through and keep on running" (O'Brien, 44-45).
"After one evening I vomited and went back to my cabin and lay down for a few moments and then vomited again; another time, in the middle of the afternoon, I began sweating a couldn't shut it off. I went through whole days feeling dizzy with sorrow. I couldn't sleep; I couldn't lie still" (O'Brien, 48)