I got picked up from the airport by a vet once. Had one leg. I generally talk to my Lyft drivers if they're talkative; it's been a marvelously illuminating view into the lives of others.
This guy lost his leg in Iraq because of course he did. That didn't really haunt him, though. We ended up talking about the night that he and his squad guarded a pallet of hundos.
They all knew they could take some. They all didn't. And he's driving Lyft, and fifteen years later the life decision he still replayed was "what do you do with a gun and a pallet full of hundos?"