TWO WEEKS LATER It was not as if Jackson had never stepped foot into a psychiatrist’s office before. He did it after every Afghanistan tour he had. So twice. There were multiple sessions, of course, all in fancy offices in London, overlooking the Thames and the Eye. All of his army buddies also went to the psychiatrist. That was and is standard practice. What Jackson did not know was that they all went to a different one, in a shabby building next to Hackney Central Station.