An excerpt of words said by a vet of the 1972 Rhodesian Army, regulars:
"I know what fear smells like... It's unmistakable, hey? All fear is - it's the smell of the discharged adrenaline. You know that rush you get when the first shot is fired and you think, THIS IS FUCKING IT, and you wait for that rush, and everything is incredibly slowed down?
That's what makes a good leader. Knowing when that rush has hit. If you leave it too long, then the rush is over, the adrenaline has turned to fear, and then all you get is a bunch of kids with shit in their pants, but if you time it right then the whole lot of you get up out of cover ARGHHHHHH! And you don't feel a fucking thing. You know? You have this noise coming out of your throat and you're not thinking about anything except killing. And I don't mean you want to kill, but it's the opposite of being killed yourself, so you're running straight for the gooks and trying to keep steady enough, and the gun is like an extension of yourself, and you're just trying to slow everything down enough to get a decent shot."