Stanley McChrystal was born a soldier, which may have been his problem—he lacked respect for civilians, particularly the ones elected to lead the country.
You will die, and if your writing is any good, and thereby profitable to concerned parties, a melodramatic and legalistic morass may appear sooner than any volumes of collected works.
The author and the young magazine were a perfect fit—a writer known for his insistence on challenging convention and a publication establishing itself as a progressive voice of the South.