Sam snorted. "And what? You think that because the government says it, the people deserve it?" Jesus Christ, but the boy was green. "Sure, I do my job and what the country asks of me, but I know better to think that every target should die."
He shook his head. "Come on, think. You're a target. We're a target. What's our crime? Breathing? No, there's nothing fun or pleasurable about killing. You can be happy that you're coming home alive, sure, but you can't be happy that someone is dead. Never that. The day that you feel happy about that, it's the day that you need to quit, because no life should be taken easily."