“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Reggie said. “It’s like”—she said the phrase with a flourish—“a badge of courage. You pulled that soldier out of the wreckage, didn’t you? Just a shame he was dead.” “Thanks.” “You’re a hero.” “No, I’m not,” Jackson said. I used to be a policeman, he thought. I used to be a man. Now I can’t step on a train.
