Hell's cauldron,

Hell's Cauldron is an expose of Army and VA psychiatrist—sadistic men of warped minds—who search for symptoms to justify the confinement of sane men, while "dispensing confinement as a cure-all". It is the layman's textbook of psychiatry; giving an interesting and understandable explanation of mental illness, and the little that is known of its cause and treatment.

Captain Thomas G. E. Wilkes, an Atlanta engineer, give a vivid account of his confinement in the Army hospital at Bastrop and Temple, Texas, and the VA asylum at Augusta, Georgia; using true names of psychiastrists and Army medical officers.

The author has painted with the bold strokes the inmates, their keepers and all phases of the sordid asylum program. The reader lives the day-by-day life of the asylum inmate—an intolerable life of hopelessness and despair. He sees the asylum as "a place of futility and stupidity," where veterans receive at best "regimented creature comforts"; at worst, brutality, restraint, and criminal neglect.

Against this background is woven the emotion-packed and exciting story of a veteran's fight for freedom, the loss of the wife he loved, and his struggle to "rebuild his reputation of sanity." Here, published for the first time, are confidental letters, records, reports and diagnoses of phychiatrists; offered as substantiating evidence of this fantastic chronicle. However, they are in themselves an intriguing story; showinghow a veteran is condemned by a snow-bailing mass of words; each accuser accepting all prior charges, while adding his own to the accumulation.

I herein offer battle to the psychiatrists and their fellow-travelers; challenging them to clean up the dark alleys of their profession, or release their unfortunate victims; to offer some believable basis for their theories and practices, else admit the sorcery of their art.

This book is written in the hope that the reader will help rescue our veterans. As you read this saga, let their insuppressive story move your heart.

These veterans taste death daily, dying many times before their passing. They are not victims of the black psychiatry of some distant Communistic prison camp, but citizens of this great land of freedom. And their minds are not lost, only shiveled by years of mental torture and physical neglect.

Living, but buried—dead, but yet alive—these soldiers fought your battles against the tyranny and oppression they now endure.
They are your brothers, husbands, fathers, sons.
Listen! You can hear his stifled cry.
Now come with me and live his intolerable life, confined like a criminal because someone says, "He is insane."