Chap allowed these words to penetrate. He felt sick. He felt the bile rise in his throat. During his time in Vietnam he never wanted to kill anyone. He did it because it was his job and because he believed, albeit naively, what those who trained him told him; that what he did made a difference.
Despite his aversion to the act of killing, back then it came easily to him because he was well trained at it and had killed many times during his twelve-month tour of duty. Since then, in his twenty-seven years on the job, he had never discharged his weapon in anger, and had taken it from his holster on perhaps only two or three occasions. Now, however, at this very moment, he wanted to kill Dr. Lee Richardson and felt he could do it with very little regard for any consequences that might follow.
