Edward Everett Evans

“ He was silent again to allow the young man to recover a bit, then continued in a fatherly voice. “We know it's a terrible price to ask any man to pay. It takes guts to withstand, publicly and willingly, the dishonor, the loss of friends and the good will of people who know you. It means life-long disgrace in the eyes of the public and those members of the Corps who have ever known you or will hear of you.”
The blood drained from Hanlon's face, his breathing was quick and rasping. The admiral's heart went out to him in sympathy, but he had to keep on. ”

“ As such an adult, then, he quickly realized this was the crucial point in his life to date—probably in all the years to come. But to lose the respect and friendship of everyone he knew—he shuddered. To be despised, an outcast!
Yet Admiral Rogers said all the SS men had gone through it, and now felt it worth all the pain and disgrace, to be able to do the work they were doing.
He had been trained all his life, and especially in Corps school, to scan all available data for and against each problem that arose, and then make a decision quickly and intelligently. ”

“ Or whatever I can do.”
“And just how far will you go for the Corps?” The admiral leaned forward and eyed him critically.
“All the way, sir, of course.”
“Don't you believe a Corpsman should use all his abilities in his service?” The question was barked at him.
“Certainly, sir.” But his eyes showed he realized he had been trapped by that admission.
“You're one of the few persons known who have ever actually been able to read another's mind. That's important—very important—to the Corps. It must be used!”
Hanlon's eyes were still stormy, but he kept his lips tightly closed. ”