War is an experience unique to each man. Some relish the idea of battle and bloodshed, others despise it. It takes a special human to be able to kill another without feeling anything. Some would declare these people as "mentally ill" or "unstable" I, on the other hand, consider these people to be true warriors. They are unlike the cowards who are unable to stomach the flames of war and the darkness that follows. I have always held onto the idea that the strong survive and the weak die. This idea, I admit, fuels my lack of emotion towards death. Some might say, "Yeah, who would care about the death of others when you believe them to be inherently weak or useless?" In most ways, I agree with this statement. Who would care about the lives of the useless? But, does one feel regret or sympathy for killing insects? The answer for most is "No". So the question remains how are we any different than insects? Is it because we care for one another: our compassion and love? What happens when you remove compassion and love, what is left then? Now, I'm not saying I'm heartless, or unable to experience emotion, instead, I have just become numb. Numb to the life of others, numb to death and destruction. After all, when death is the norm there is no escaping change.