Chapter 8: It’s Illegal!

I didn’t even knock on Justin’s door, I busted in like Kreamer on a Seinfeld episode. Justin had a client sitting in front of his desk. “Sir–” Justin began as a young lance corporal turned around to see who had just come in. “Oh, shit. Sorry. When you’re done, could...

Chapter 6: The Gulf War Drugs

The current regulations do not permit a determination that obtaining informed consent is otherwise not feasible or is contrary to the best interest of the subject . . . II. DOD’s Request . . .FDA assistance is also needed on the issue of informed consent. Under...

Chapter 3: The General Did What!?

“Hey D, you got a minute?” I looked up from behind my computer. I must have betrayed a look of impatience, because Justin looked back at me and said “What?” “I’m sorry, man. Sure, what’s on your mind?” I pushed back from my desk and he leaned against the wall, all...