Being on the front wants guts in you as well takes out the guts off you as well. In a story that came last week, the “on filed” guy speaks up about the ghosts of killing somebody which reflects in his past and comes on again in his future as well. A good tale to be told, and thought upon as well. As soldiers also do have a human side.
Well, still waiting for the movie Munich which was skipped somehow and didn’t last longer in theaters here.
Killing enemy combatants comes with its own emotional costs. On the surface, we feel as soldiers that killing the enemy should not affect us — it is our job, after all. But it is still killing, and on a subconscious level, it changes you. You’ve killed. You’ve taken life. What I found, though, is that you feel the shock and weight of it only when you kill an enemy for the first time, when you move from zero to one. Once you’ve crossed that line, there is little difference in killing 10 or 20 or 30 more after that. War erodes one’s regard for human life. Soldiers cause or witness so many deaths and disappearances that it becomes routine. It becomes an accepted part of existence. After a while, you can begin to lose regard for your won life as well.
via Collateral damage.