Thumpalumpacus
Major
I apologise for this comment I made. Looking back it's quite childish and even though I strongly disapprove of his behaviour I shouldn't have said that. I let my anger take over and it wasn't right what I did.
You're right that it's shocking to read, though. And it is how more than a few veterans of all services felt. The range of human responses to wartime experiences runs from the noble to the damnable. I'm not a combat veteran and therefore don't feel qualified to sit in judgement of one over simple words. There are combat vets who post here, and I'd sure like to read their thoughts.
I find his glee disgusting, but how many of my buddies got killed in combat? Right: Zero-point-zero. If he was happy to have done it, who am I to sit in judgement? I have no earthly clue what he lived through. And if indeed his experiences did imbalance him, well, I think that's understandable too. My stepfather woke up screaming often enough even twenty years after he returned home. That shit can fuck you up forever. Years after Bob's death in 1990, my mom lived with and loved another Vietnam vet, Kevin, who'd done a tour on PBRs in the Mekong. You damned well better not drop anything near him.
In one sense, Beurling, Bob, Kevin, and millions of others -- both combatants and non-combatant survivors of wars -- are, too, casualties of it. I see them whenever I attend an appointment at the VA hospital up in Temple.