Missions like this took a particular kind of willpower. A suspension of disbelief. He knew men braver than any, the ones you sent in when no one else would go, who one day kitted up and couldn’t walk out the door. And they had to step away from the front line forever because—this was Kane’s analysis—they had become sane: suddenly, painfully sane. They didn’t crave the cocktail of testosterone and adrenaline that overrode this sanity, couldn’t justify the willingness to inflict pain on others. They were healed.
