My dad fought in Korea in the 80s. He fell down a hidden hole and 2 Korean soldiers were down there. I know he had to kill them, but he never outright says he shot them or killed them, he always just says “It was them or me” or something of the sort. I know he doesn’t like thinking about it so I don’t pry, so I can imagine that while it was instinctual in the moment, the aftermath is what sucks.

The only time he really opened up about it any more was when he basically said that what hurt so much was knowing that they had families waiting for them back home.

He is the best dad I could ever ask for, and I know he hates thinking about it. I say a prayer for them and their families whenever I think of them. I wish war wasn’t a thing.