But it also infected. Far from being a panacea, unlimited money exposed soft spots in men’s character. Private Harlan, given a stack to provide for his sister in a village inland, disappeared for a day and came back with a private pouch of silk and a haunted look. Corporal Vega, tasked with buying medicines for a makeshift aid station, failed to secure the full allotment, substituting coupons for efficacy. Fingers that once tightened on rifles found new task—counting, bargaining, negotiating. Suspicion crept into the tight quarters of camaraderie. Whispered questions—who took more? who kept less?—gnawed at the squad’s collective trust.