My pleasure, Norm -- all the way.
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<br>You haven't mentioned what I'm going to refer-to next, so I wonder how you might respond to it.
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<br>I've had a gun pulled on me only once, in the late 1940s, and the nut didn't shoot, so I don't base the following insight (?) on that long-ago episode. From what LE friends and kin have said, and with a little imagination, I think there must come a great, surging, pleasant feeling of relief at having survived a gun fight -- and manifestation or expression of that relief is often miconstrued by others as pleasure at HAVING BEEN IN the fight, having enjoyed it, although it isn't that at all.
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<br>Then there was my friend Charlie Askins (the younger, of course) who was never reluctant to let all and sundry know that he flat enjoyed killing people, near or far, with a gun. He was another sort, and that's a different matter, entirely. I've never tried to understand Charlie -- just liked him for his good points and privately deplored the rest without ever discussing any of it with him.
