The exceptionally subjective requirements for killing, coupled with the macabre display before me, lead me to believe that the US government had very little concern for the damage we were doing to these people. We were, after all, occupying their country, patrolling their streets, setting curfews, and bombing the "never-loving" sh*t out of their homes. I later learned that the US doesn't collect death statistics on civilian casualties, so there's almost no accountability for the destruction we wrought.
Another major eye-opener for me was when I ordered the shooting of civilians in a fog-of-war situation. We were months into our deployment, and about to head home in a few weeks. As any combat vet will tell you, those last missions can be nerve-racking. No one wants to make it through most of the battle, just to get popped at the end, just before making it home. As we were heading out of Camp Fallujah, it was my job to block traffic to the north, so the remainder of the convoy could turn south on the road with no interference. As the other vehicles are passing by, my gunner informs me that a large truck had pulled around the stopped traffic and was continuing towards us on the shoulder. I asked him to verify one last time that it wasn't stopping. It wasn't. I then issued an order: "light 'em up!" I heard the 240G bolt rack back, and a burst of fire.
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