[Terra]

My father used to rig chutes in Vietnam. When something happened and a chute failed, the military made sure they were out there to examine the remains. It haunted my dad and he talked about all the time. One time the military brought in boots of somebody who had hit the ground standing up. Everything that the jumper was, remained in those full boots. I can only PARTIALLY-FRACTIONALLY imagine what haunts those men that service life or death equipement.

I don't justify kitty killing. But I can't imagine what the military goes through and what I hear from my uncles and my father, is filtered for decorum. It has to be hell.