ID_shooting
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The recent thread about the gal committing suicide got me thinking. Since I didn’t want to crap all over that thread I am starting a new one. I read where the author experienced varied emotions as a result of the event.
I am curious about this. My next comments are not coming from bravado or chest thumping, but I am truly not bothered by death.
I have been exposed to it in various forms from early on in my childhood. From hunting and fishing to human death in my early adulthood. I clearly remember discovering the bodies of two close family friends. I was the second one there when my best friend’s father died from lack of insulin. My at one time fiancé died in the same crash that put me out of the Army and I vividly recall the doctors trying to resuscitate her in the next both over from me in the ER. I can not remember the kids face I saw shoot himself, but I do recall that it was a p98 and he only had one round as the slide was locked back. The two soldiers in my company that were killed while I was in the Army and even more recently, close family members and a friend or two have passed. During none of these, I seem to have felt remorse or loss, just that they are no longer there.
I am not glad or do I experience jubilee, but I am certainly not saddened to any degree I can acknowledge.
Does this make me strange? Anyone else not bothered by death at all?
I am curious about this. My next comments are not coming from bravado or chest thumping, but I am truly not bothered by death.
I have been exposed to it in various forms from early on in my childhood. From hunting and fishing to human death in my early adulthood. I clearly remember discovering the bodies of two close family friends. I was the second one there when my best friend’s father died from lack of insulin. My at one time fiancé died in the same crash that put me out of the Army and I vividly recall the doctors trying to resuscitate her in the next both over from me in the ER. I can not remember the kids face I saw shoot himself, but I do recall that it was a p98 and he only had one round as the slide was locked back. The two soldiers in my company that were killed while I was in the Army and even more recently, close family members and a friend or two have passed. During none of these, I seem to have felt remorse or loss, just that they are no longer there.
I am not glad or do I experience jubilee, but I am certainly not saddened to any degree I can acknowledge.
Does this make me strange? Anyone else not bothered by death at all?