"Now you let me tell you, boy," Bobby Earl had said in a fatherly tone as, hand on shoulder, he led Deke back to the elevator, "You’re not going to win against a combat vet you listening to me? I’m not even especially good, just an old grunt who was on hype fifteen. Maybe twenty times. 01’ Tiny, he was a pilot. Spent entire enlistment hyped to the gills. He’s got memory-attenuation real bad . . . you ain’t never going to him."