This reminds me of a buddy I used to have. He wore jackets exactly like this and even had two little dogs. He was a Vietnam vet and did, in fact, kill a whole bunch of people during the war. Something he never forgave himself for.

One time I asked him what that was like. He thought for a minute and said, “When you have your weapon trained on someone, for a split second you have the power of God in your hands. You get to decide if that person lives or dies. Nobody should have that kind of power.”

He was a character but a good dude overall.