This thread has always been in the back of my mind, but I never thought of truly asking it before. With the recent flury over Yates, I suppose now is a good a time as any to ask it.
So, hopefully military dopers, ever killed someone in the shit? How did/do you feel about it? Would you do it again?
Or, anyone I suppose, every severely injure someone? The same questions above apply, but you can talk about whatever you want.
Just curious is all.
No.
Once, in Reno. Just to watch him die.
Well, there I was, cleaning my rifle on a grassy knoll in Dallas, musta been back in '63…
This thread is going to get only jokes as responses. Nobody who has killed would want to talk about it.
Shoot, what a coincidence that you asked this right now.
Ask me again in five minutes.
Well…who do you define as a man?
Man? No.
Just for snorin’ too loud… And I’ll do it agin
Interestingly I was just asked that. By my psychatrist :eek: . And no I haven’t! And no he had *specific * reason for asking!! But he did say “You’d be surprised how many people say yes” :eek: :eek: :eek:
If by “man” you mean “woman” and by “killed” you mean “made sweet love to” then yes.
Geezus, are you the taxi driver in Pulp Fiction? Esmarelda Villa-Lobos, is that you? 
I believe this to be true, but frankly, I don’t get it. Of the few people of whom I have personal knowledge that have fought in wars, they all refuse to talk about it. I realize it is a traumatic experience, but I like to believe that if I had been in a war, I would do my utmost to overcome the mental barriers just so I could tell the next generation what it was like.
I would like to know more about the truth of wars.
He had it coming. He had it coming. He only had himself to blame. If you had been there, if you had seen it, I betcha you would have done the same.
A former history teacher once told the class about how he launched a rocket at a man during the Gulf War and blew him to bits. I have no idea how he actually felt about it, but he said it very matter-of-factly and almost cheerfully. There is no reason to believe that this man was lying. He was a captain in the cavalry and showed us hundreds of photos and videos from his tour that proved it.
That is why this thread has always been on my mind, no one ever talks about what they have done, exactly, in a war. From all my family members and friends from modern Iraq way back to the World Wars, details are usually pretty rare. I was hoping to get atleast a couple anecdotes, I guess for some morbid curiousity.
But jokes are fine too.
I haven’t, but I know that my dad did in Vietnam. Probably a lot more than one. And I know that, way back before my dad was even born, my grandfather beat a man to within an inch of his life. This was, however, immediately after said man had killed my grandpa’s brother-in-law during a bar fight. The BiL was the bartender, and was trying to break up the fight. My grandpa was there just to hang out with him, and wasn’t initially involved in the fight. Seeing as all parties involved are now likely deceased, I figure it’s okay to mention it.
My dad definitely seems to still be affected by what happened, and when I found out about it, it really surprised me. My grandpa, however. . .if it bugged him, he sure didn’t let on. He was a loving, funny, caring grandpa. I didn’t find out about this until after he passed away.
More along the lines of Angel of the Lord’s story, I haven’t, but my grandfather was in WWII (he was in Iwo Jima) and I did once hear him say in regards to the war, “I never could get used to killing people.” Such a strange thing to hear from a kindly old man who has never been anything but nice every time I’ve been in his presence.
My uneducated guess would be that it’s impossible to tell anyone what it was like.
Over about 30-plus odd years, I’ve pieced together enough information from various stories to come up with the theory that my mom apparently killed an intruder (attempted rapist?) when she was living in Alaska. She hasn’t talked about the incident in years.
She does tell us about the time she had to shoot a moose for food after we got snowed in for 10 days about 300 miles from Anchorage.
The family rumor is that I was conceived at an open-air concert with Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix in San Francisco. My mom is a bit coy about the whole thing, she will only say that it was a ‘great concert’…