“They got to put on the cool outfits that morning, kick in a door, and fire off their automatics. They felt macho, had fun, and that’s all that really matters.”
It’s a mental thing. The security guards where I work were black BDU pants and combat boots. Go figure.
At one place I worked, a security guard had stuffed a little girl’s body (anyone remember Kali Ann Poulton?) in the air conditioning cooling tank for several years. Needless to say my faith in security guards is low.