That was the question put to the wonderful wordsmith, Neptunus Lex. Indeed, it was a question put to him under, shall we say, inappropriate circumstances, from an almost complete stranger.
I took a moment to reply, before responding, “This is not a question we ask even of each other.” Nor was this a conversation I wanted to be in.
I’ll just say this. My father and I never discussed his wartime experiences until after I came home from mine. We went to lunch one day, and over clam chowder, discussed our wars. And never spoke of them again.
His interrogator then when on to state that she was a pacifist- against violence and whatnot.
I’ll tell you my take on pacifism. People that tell you they are pacifists will say there is nothing worth fighting for. Wrong. They just haven’t found something worth fighting for. I’m willing to bet I could find something they’d be willing to resort to violence to protect. Their home, their spouse, their children. Something. And if that’s the case, their purported pacifistic stance is a fraud.