 Why would the psychologists be surprised to see Read blow up the tank?
Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Analog, January 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. It's not so much the decisions a man does make that mark him as a Man—but the ones he refrains from making. Illustrated by Schoenherr Read locked the door and drew his pistol. "We're from the UN Inspector Corps," Sergeant Rashid said. If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. Read knew two armed men stood just outside the door. "Corporal Read is very young," Rashid said, "but he's a crack shot. Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. Rashid judo chopped him and swung the inert body over his shoulders. Read pulled a flat grenade from his vest pocket. Two men with rifles plunged into the gas; sighing, they fell to the floor in a catatonic trance. Bearing the Scourge of Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward, covering their retreat. The other inspector carried a light machine gun and a box of grenades. The inspector slid out of the car and ran to a clump of bushes. As they swerved toward the south, Read saw a dozen armed men run out of the house. A grenade arced from the bushes and the pursuers recoiled from the cloud that rose before them. Rashid took a syrette from his vest pocket. "Well, Read, it looks like we're in for a fight. In a few minutes Miaka Station will know we're coming. But he had set his life on a well-oiled track and he couldn't get off until they reached Geneva. Two types of recruits are accepted by the UN Inspector Corps: those with a fanatic loyalty to the ideals of peace and world order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. Read was the second type. It was the home of factory workers, clerks, semiskilled technicians, all who do the drudge work of civilization and know they will never do more. What he saw on the concrete fields between the tall apartment houses marked the limits of life's possibilities. "When Harry Read's out, there's a tiger running loose." No one knew how many times he nearly ran from other clubs, how carefully he picked the safest spot on the battle line. Did you ever notice how our fathers look, how they sleep so much? The international cops wore green berets, high buttonless boots, bush jackets. "You could join the American Army," his mother said.
 Read's psych tests said he was only driven by pride.
 Read's psych tests said he only cared about himself.  Read's psych tests said he would likely fall apart under pressure.  Read's psych tests said he was only driven by pride.  Read's psych tests said he was a coward.