One thing my father brought home from Europe, along with his rifle, bayonet, and the Nazi swastika flag and arm band he got off dead Nazis, was a boat load of PTSD.
People didn't understand psychological trauma then and I figure they don't understand it too well now. They also don't understand a little thing called projection. I was born 11 years after World War II ended, but in our house it might as well have been still going on all through the sixties and seventies until I got the hell out of there.
People say just choose to be better, as if due diligence and the right choices can change damage to the psyche. Unfortunately, that's not how it works anymore than a kid could get hit with a baseball bat to the knees for a few years and when they turn 18 just choose to be all better and run five miles.
Choice must happen when it comes to choosing who will make choices on behalf of all of us so we don't get into those wars in the first place, so we stop our insane behavior, so we stop the killing for whatever reason. What's more important, power, money or people? Can we understand that corporations and profits are fictional concepts and that people die everyday for this fiction? Is it more important to kill off entire races of people because of imagined threats or for everybody to help each other through this thing, whatever it is?
I don't know how much time I've got left and I don't really care. Damage to the psyche has left me without much ability to have friends or family. That's fine, especially my not having children is a good thing. At least I won't risk projecting onto them what was projected onto me. It ends here.
I've got a dog. I learned to take care of him and we have a good life together. Today we were playing hide and seek and he got all tickled and ran circles around the yard with big smiles. It was a good day.