September 24, 1973, Monday

I spent the day going through a medical exam. They want to make sure that I didn’t do any damage to myself while I was here. I was going to tell them my damage is mental. I of course would never say that to a navy doctor right now, Mr. Journal.

It’s ironic, Mr. Journal, if I told a doctor that I had mental issues one month ago, they would have blown me off. If I say something now, I would be put through a battery of test, which would delay my release.

I passed my test. I was 5'9" and weighed 135 lbs when I got here. I am 5'10" and weigh 165 lbs now. I feel healthy. I said my goodbyes to the guys. I don’t need to take any chances; they understand. Later.