All around the table the white-haired men have gathered Spilling their sons' blood like table wine.

Hey Dick, how did it feel to walk up and see a man you shot writhing on the ground in pain and fear?  Have you ever seen so much blood?  Were his eyes open?  Were you scared?  Did you think he was going to die?  Was there a pit in your stomach?  Did you want to vomit as you looked into his eyes and wondered if you had killed him?  Was the image of his terror burned onto your retinas so that you see it over and over, every time you close your eyes?  

Or did you get close to him at all?  Did you hang in the back while your staff prepared the scene for you?  Not sure what to do?  Did you look around to make sure that nobody was taking pictures?  When your protectors gave you the all clear, did you pat him on the back and reassure him, old boy, that everything would be fine, that everything was going as planned?  Did you react "appropriately"?