Just some thoughts I thought that I'd share.

War can be a paradox. The soldiers are taught to hate their enemy so that they will be ruthless, to do anything to win yet they then help those people rebuild. After looking at them for so long with scowls on their faces and down the barrel of a gun they are then expected to smile and help them fix what they worked so hard to destroy. It just doesn't make much sense to me. But then this is the human mind we are talking about.  Maybe that's why modern military campaigns have proved so unsuccessful. Because the soldiers of today are bogged down with so much rules regulations and responsibilities to assist after the fight. They can't do what it is that needs to be done because they weren't prepared like older soldiers. Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the soldiers are losing because the enemy is far to fluid. It's not a particular cause, it's an ideal. An ideal of independence. You'd resent it if someone came and told you what to wear and do every moment of your life. Why should these countries be any different? The fact that they are a country doesn't make the ideals involved any different. Simply a matter of scale and perspective. Perspective is somewhat magical, it changes the world to be better or worse depending on a single choice. So again I'm back at choices. So much of life revolves around the decision to go on rather than let it go. It seems an aggressive course as well. "I will succeed, I will keep living no matter what terrible things happen to me." Sometimes you only feel guilty if the crime is discovered. Some crimes are like that. Other crimes they eat away at you. And sometimes things eat away at us that people don't even realize. Like a throw a way comment not meant for anybody to take into full and meaningful consideration but it trips something inside you and then it begins it's awful course. Twisted away from it's purpose.