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Tavane -> RE: Do many dominants truly enjoy "service submissives?" (2/19/2009 9:46:10 PM)
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I didn't say that. These scenarios you are fabricating are not what I said, but frankly it didn't bother me that a guy blew a woman's head apart because she had a razor blade inside her and was trying to mutilate or kill him. That's war. It's a violent place, and killing is what happens. If you do something like that, then you are taking your chances. She took her chances and she lost. That's one less enemy to try to harm American soldiers. Good. I've seen videos of Iraqi kids throwing rocks at our vehicles and our soldiers can't do anything. Those could be grenades. In Vietnam, we'd have killed any kid who did that. When they know that, they won't throw any more rocks. End of problem and danger. I remember being in the back of a truck, going through a village, and this woman behind a table had her hands hidden, and was glaring at me with hatred. I leveled my M-16 at her, and glared back. If she'd have raised her hands quickly, I'd have killed her. I'm not waiting to let her try to shoot me. This is my life, and the only one I have. I know of soldiers who walked into a village, and a guy stepped on a mine, and died. A few villagers watched that, and obviously knew he was going to step on that mine. I don't have to explain what his buddies did to those villagers.
In WWII, our Marines would find dead Marines mutilated. on some islands. They never took prisoners. They'd just shoot all of the wounded withotu mercy. At one point they were offered temporaty leave from combat for prisoners, and took some prisoners. As soon as that offer expired, there were suddenly no more prisoners.
It's horrible what happens in war. It's just unreal. Guys cut off ears, and leave calling cards on corpses, and take photos of them, like they were trophy animals. I was on a Thai base, and the Thais hated the Vietnamese, and would torture them and mutilate the bodies. That really kept attacks down against the base, and saved lots of lives. We'd always trail red smoke from our gunships when we flew over the base coming back, to signify that we'd had kills. Killing was everything. The nighest value. The greatest thing you could do, which got you the most peer approval, and generated lots of laughs when you talked about the specifics later with buddies. I had a Marine friend who would laugh about how they had smelled dope, and sneaked up on some VC who were smoking dope, and laid an ambush for them with claymore mines, and just blew them to mush. I have videos of combat made from movie film, with audio, and you can hear the pilot yelling to the doorgunners, "There he is! .Kill that c--ksukker! Kill him! Kill that motherf----r! That's how we communicated in helicopters. It was pretty intense, and the language soldiers use has an F word in about ever other sentence. War is just amazing. Nobody can imagine it who hasn't experienced it.
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