Plavt wrote:sundaymorningstaple wrote:From experience noted elsewhere, I can vouch that after the first time your live changes forever. Not saying whether that is good or bad. But, frankly I'm inclined to believe it's bad. I know I would not have any qualms about pulling a trigger again if necessary or warrented. Cold blooded? No, actually I am a very emotional person and maybe that's why I could do it. I act on my emotions. Just guessing here, but the article reinforces what I personally have already obserbed and more or less knew.
Do remember though the incident you described elsewhere was self preservation: if you had not pulled the trigger he would have. Your statement above confirms that.
Plavt.
Agreed wholeheartedly. But, nonetheless, the act still happened and the resultant changes to ones psychic does take place. The trigger (pun not intended in this case) to act on the need for self preservation is not often acted upon. This is why so many home owners in the US are still shot and killed even though they are armed and even forewarned. Maybe I'm different, I've not really talked about the aftermath of the shooting with any professional to find out, but I didn't really feel remorse, relief, or any other emotion that I can't readily remember (That happened a long time ago). I did realize that to me it was not much different that deer hunting at close range (we don't use rifles where I live - we use rifled slugs in shotguns - couple hundred feet effective range only). Does this mean I don't have repect for human life? Maybe. Or does it mean that I am able to value types of human live - and if it does, who am I to be able to make those kind of calls? Interesting.
Anyway, that happened 35 years ago or so. A year ago, I tackled a man in the park out front of my flat who torched himself (at 2:30 am) in a bid to kill himself, and was a stuntman's view of a human torch. As I had been blown up in an Oil Rig Explosion in 1978 in the Gulf of Mexico, I know what it's like so down I ran (2nd story only) and a flying tackle to roll him in the grass. Put out the flames but knew he was already going to die as he was completely ingulfed in flame. (Kerosene was used). He did live long enough for his family to see him in SGH before he expired though. For that they were very gratefull. Anyway, same thing again, I just acted first without regard to my own safety.
I think as a 'ole farm boy I tend to think in terms of black & white. Things get too messy when you introduce Grey. Grey means ambigeous and indecision. I rather be right or wrong, end of story. Actually, it's the first time I've ever really given that night a real thought. Thanks. I think?
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