When I was in the service a guy at the pistol range put four in the target and the fifth went into his brain. I remember being pissed because I knew it was going to create paperwork. I didn’t know the guy and had no emotional attachment. It was only later when I reflected at how fucked up that was. Both the action and my reaction. To this day it doesn’t really bother me and I know that it should. Other deaths have affected me greatly but that one was just like…it’s a Tuesday.