You kill the enemy, and you kill the son of the mother, the father of the child, the husband of the wife. Your enemy may be a professional soldier in full armor, or a civilian with a grenade in one hand and a young child in the other. No war is so called just. If I were a perfectly rational person, I would think so. But obviously I'm still one of the countless mediocre lay people in the world, so it's hard for my sensibility to agree. For example, the Anti-Japanese War. According to this standard, every Jap is also the son of the mother and the father of the children. If I have enough human concern, if I have enough noble sentiments, maybe I will feel sorry for them too. But unfortunately, when it comes to them, I can only grit my teeth. When will man become what man seeks to do? As an old Chinese saying goes, when is the time for retribution? Hatred is undoubtedly one of the most stupid inventions in the world. Whether it is the Chinese people that the Japanese call scornfully, the Japanese devils that the Chinese despise, or the so-called haji that the American soldiers call haji, after all, everyone is a human being with flesh and blood - but you have to cross the line. It is undoubtedly more difficult for ethnic languages and cultures to love and understand each other than to overcome hatred. To borrow the concept of the veil of ignorance, maybe you'll spit that American soldiers shot so many locals in Afghanistan in Iraq, maybe you'll spit that the whole war was a fucking bullshit, but if the curtain rises, you're a Will your mood be different for Americans who have loved ones who died in 9/11? Humans are always such contradictory animals. One moment he advocates universal values and pays attention to the protection of human rights, and the next moment he grit his teeth to kill the goddamn devil. But no matter who, the damage caused by the war is too great. Whether the deceased goes to heaven or the underworld, all those who care about the deceased will always feel sad, and even unrelated people will always be moved by his/her deeds, even a little warmth is enough to evoke a little bit of warmth. The compassion of conscientious people. Those who survived face even greater torture, watching their partner who was talking and laughing just a moment ago get shot through the head by a bullet and burnt to the body by a rocket, or, in turn, watch the bullet in their hand with blood. A real person fighting each other, gosh I can't even imagine this, and how much courage do they have to face to not have nightmares every night? It's too difficult for anyone.
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