ABSTRACT
When working as a psychiatrist in the Medical Corps of the United States Army, I had to attend to a small, haggard-looking man, ill-nourished, dehydrated, badly colored skin, run-down, and exhausted. His papers showed that he was an officer, otherwise I knew nothing. He himself could not talk, was in a deep catatonic stupor, occasionally looking around with terror-stricken eyes. Even in pentothal narcosis he could not be reached, but remained mute.
