How do we distinguish right from wrong? The fact of the matter is, we truly can’t. Each individual has his or her own moral compass that guides their behavior, leading them to choose whether or not an act is good or bad, ethical or unethical, lawful or illicit.

Warfare is often cited as bringing the worst of us into play, that hidden evil within every one of us. Even so, and as it may depending on the experience, knowledge, and sympathetic audience of the arguing party. The devil is but the opposing god of the beliefs of the other.

Religion aside, and damn me – in fact, god damn me as war and politics are the last places for religious nonsense. Asides from the fact that wars, when not for resources are bent upon quelling a violent uprising of; pick any religion’s plight to slaughter non-believers for their god of peace and understanding. That’s right, killing people for an omnipotent, invisible, and make believe friend in the sky is OK. Meanwhile, if you get caught dropping a round in a friend or enemy who just lost everything below their waist; that is wrong.

Get Real

Who gave anyone the third party rights to judge such an act of mercy? While culling for belief, defense, religion, and resource are just fine. Albeit, and unbeknownst to most, is that many of us who truly face death as a way of life have a code, and it is not unspoken. To one another we talk about what may happen while we are out in the wilds, and there are ways that we do not want to live. And yes, that is despite the wishes that you may want us home no matter what. Home as a piece of meat for a life of, to death — misery. That’s foolishly selfish, and incompetent on levels which will drain the life from and financially ruin those involved. A staunch reality that typically leaves the wounded warrior alone in the end.


Volunteer at a VA hospital sometime and talk to those fractured by war, now forgotten by their loved ones who once held so much love and promise . . . All a distant memory.


There are many amongst of us who stand firm in front of death, but do not wish to continue life as an invalid, paraplegic, or even as a burden to drag on through life, miserable to death. Such a life is worse than death, and yes, even those with families ask to not be delivered home in such a way. All of these people are brave and selfless in my book, as they are those who would leave this world proudly and not hinder the lives of their loved ones. I was also one who has also asked for death versus treatment for debilitating wounds.