Many of us are also burdened by moral reservations or disgust. I remember the first time I truly discovered the enemy was much like me, men and women oftentimes in more dire straits than I could ever know. Plenty where I fought were poor farmers coerced into combatant roles, forced to pick sides between the local tyrant and the imperialist invader. Many were propelled to play both sides at once. Many more were young protectors, driven to arms after losing loved ones to American (or American-backed) bombs and bullets.