The truth is that when you kill a man it doesn’t matter if he’s your enemy and if he’s trying to kill you. That moment of his death will eat at you for the rest of your life. It’ll dig into bone so deep inside you that not even the hand of God is going to be able to pull it out, I don’t care how much you pray.
This part of war is often overlooked in broader culture. We think people are scarred because of what almost happened to them, but what they did to others can cut even deeper. How do you forgive yourself for taking a life?
