" My father goaded me over my disinterest, not quite calling me a coward yet wondering, “What are you afraid of, son?” He didn’t expect me to be a hunter but wanted me to hold a weapon in my hands without flinching. Silent of mouth, I would reply in my mind, This device is made to kill at worst, to maim at best. But I made myself say, “Nothing, Father. I’m not afraid.” So I learned to shoot. "

― Kathleen Rooney , Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey