I have looked down the wrong end of a gun twice. Each time a very strange calmness came over me. Total zen. Never experienced anything like it in any other situation.

I also caught a prowler in my house. Scared the shit out of me. He was dead before I even knew I'd emptied the clip. Still have the occasional nightmare about that one. Zero empathy for him. It sometimes almost bothers me that his death does not bother me, if you know what I mean.