I am not a soldier, nor have I ever been one. The closest I've come to war was listening to the stories of my Uncle John, a decorated veteran of World War II. Some of those stories, including one from a book written by a fellow soldier that mentions John by name, spoke of friendly fire incidents (John inadvertanly almost burned him to death with a flame-thrower when the two came on a house from different directions...and these guys were buddies) and civilians caught in the war zone, in this case France and Belgium in the summer of 1944. These were friendly countries controlled by our then enemy, Nazi Germany. In that war, in Europe alone, millions of civilians died...in carpet bombings, tank battles, artillery barrages, you name it. The Allied forces were probably responsible for most of those deaths, yet today Europeans still commemorate fallen Allied soldiers in cemeteries around their countries.
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