Good story, Rapaire. My father was in a bunch of firefights with the Germans during the war. I am aware that he killed a few men in those battles, but he would never speak in any detail about that. He preferred to tell stories about the funny or weird things that happened in his unit or the narrow escapes he had. While the war was happening, he hated the Germans, but after the war he met many of them while doing business, visited Germany a number of times, and made good friends there. Some of the men he met had fought on the other side, naturally, and he discovered that their experiences had been much like his own....only they had to face national defeat at the end of that war and deal with it. It's the only thing that could possibly be worse than having been on the winning side. Either way, it's no picnic, and it's not glorious in the least. He said that the war was the most awful waste of good men and valuable material (not to mention time) that he ever saw in his life, and he hoped never to see such a thing again.