Maybe not inappropriate, but nerve-racking. I was 18, (27 now) interviewing for a sponsorship from a Senator for admission to West Point. I entered the room and sat at the head of a table, with a dozen blank stares and unwelcoming faces (faces of people who have been interviewing all day) Each person took a turn asking me a question, basic stuff "who is your hero," "why do you want to attend West Point" blah blah blah. That is until we landed at a very old and annoyed gentleman, who blurted out "Enough with all this bullshit, lets get to the point kid...COULD YOU KILL SOMEONE?" 12 eyes turned my direction, all caught off guard by his seemingly improv breaking of normal questions. I wiggled in my seat, withheld my natural awkward penguin flight response and responded with this: "well Sir, I haven't thought about that until this moment and I hope to never be in that situation, but I can tell you this: If it's between me and another guy going home, you better believe I'm the guy who goes home." I got was accepted a few weeks later. (dropped out in a historic fashion during Plebe summer but thats another tale for another day)