"Once back “in theatre” it didn’t take long for Bellringer’s reverie to be broken. The moment his plane touched down in Camp Bastion – the British Army base northwest of the city of Lashkar Gah – his duty officer informed him a close friend had been killed that very day. It was the second colleague he had lost since having been deployed to Afghanistan as part of Operation Herrick XI earlier that year.
He didn’t break down, not like the last time; he didn’t allow grief’s venom to flood into his system. Bellringer had learned to go numb in order to work. He took it in whole, like Wile E Coyote swallowing a stick of dynamite, and forced it down to the pit of his stomach where the tragedy detonated silently. War, he knew, had no patience for such sorrow".