In Hollywood, where killing is constant and ubiquitous, shootings are generally remarkably bloodless and free of messy emotions. Hollywood directors must work from a standard list of shooting scenes, each meant to be shown in slow motion: the heroic good-guy shooting, which leaves the moaning yet stoic character enough "live" time to sputter out the identity of the killer and assuage his or her loved one's sadness; the splat, whereby the bullet just goes in the forehead leaving a clean wound that the audience can look at, thinking, "Wow"; the "boom boom boom" shooting, where the character is hit repeatedly with bullets, falls, gets up, and tumbles again in slow motion, taking shots that we know will spell the end-- eventually; and the "Look, Ma!" where the action hero dodges hundreds of bullets without ever taking a hit. The focus is almost always on the person receiving the bullet, not the shooter. What are the shooters thinking as they pump another bullet into another body? Who cares--that's entertain- ment. But a real shooter is usually more complex than what Hollywood offers. Some shooters are happy they've put a bullet or two into somebody, and would gladly do it again. Others agonize over what they've done. Regret is common. Fear is pervasive. What's it really like to shoot another person? Let these people tell you. Each one of them has pulled the trigger.1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5