He cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable at the turn in the conversation.
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately. “I can see this is a subject that…”
“No, no. Don’t apologize. It’s just that all of the images rush back into my head. They can be a little hard for me to handle sometimes. I served in the Gulf War. You know I was also in Somalia and Bosnia.”
“And you were a sniper.”
“Yes. I was really good at it, too. Isn’t that sad?”
She shook her head as he continued.
“The one thing I was extremely good at was killing someone. I’ve felt guilty for the part I played. It would take more than a priest to help me with it. I don’t really like to talk about it.”
“I understand. We don’t have to.”
“It’s just one of those parts of my life that I’d rather forget, you know? I enlisted to get away from my old man. Didn’t realize what the price would be; higher than what I expected, that’s for sure.”