When one tours a prison perhaps the easiest thing to do is to empathize with the prisoners...the isolation, the fear, the physical hardship, the loss of everything they held dear. But imagine yourself a Corrections Officer walking this hallway. What would you hear? Maybe silence with perhaps the inevitable echoes of dripping water or muffled songs from the cells or sobbing cries of despair. I imagine it might have been a place where you have to be cynic to survive. You have to be strong to resist the temptations of the prisoner life. You have to be loyal to the other COs. Imagine...walking this hall alone at night a hundred years ago.