Then I found myself falling toward the middle of a small lake in the city of Hanoi, with two broken arms, a broken leg, and an angry crowd waiting to greet me. I was dumped in a dark cell, and left to die. I didn't feel so tough anymore. When they discovered my father was an admiral, they took me to a hospital. They couldn't set my bones properly, so they just slapped a cast on me. When I didn't get better, and was down to about a hundred pounds, they put me in a cell with two other Americans. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even feed myself. They did it for me. I was beginning to learn the limits of my selfish independence. Those men saved my life.
Analysis: this story shows McCain's genuine respect for his fellow soldiers. Apart from that, it has very little relevance to the question of which direction is better for the country. It is a powerful story, and McCain clearly believes it to be a key selling point in his biography. But it's just not enough to convince me he's the best man for the job. It's not just about "character" for me. It's also about policies.
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