This is a really awesome thread, at least for the most part (we all know the posts that suck).
Since we're on the subject, I guess I'll share a bit of my own experiences. Not everything, ironically because I know a lot of people here and have for years. Its funny that the closer I am to someone the less likely I am to trust them to understand (with 1 exception). Anyways.....
So suffice it to say there are moments I'd give anything to forget. And at the same time they did something good for me. I just can't hate people blindly. I never did much in the first place, but overall I've seen that people, even ones who want me dead, still have normal things. They put their shoes on like me (I put my pants on both legs at once, so I'm awesome there.) Some like booze, or guns, or cats. Some might even be my best friends, were circumstances different. So one thing war taught me was love. Wish I could say the same for other vets. And while I talk about vets I guess I should say just because you signed the contract, it doesn't make you a hero. It didn't make me one. All it made me was property. Voluntary, yes, but still property. Life, and ones titles in it, should be the cumulitve sum of ALL your actions. Not just a couple years of them (unless they're really amazing actions).
In the same vein, that means just because you did something terrible, does not inherently make you a terrible person for life. But that's my opinion anyways.
I'm not sure where to fit this in, but since we're talking about tragedy and wars effects on people, I guess I'll give som of my 'reactions'.
I haven't had more than 2 hours of continuous sleep in nearly 6 years. I get out of bed every day with pains that I shouldn't have at 24. Or 44 for that matter. I'm also paranoid about meeting new people. In fact, in a place (like my AMVETS for example) if someone I don't know walks in the door, the very first thought that enters my head is how to deal with them in a worst case scenario. When I actually greet them, I subconciously size them up and decide whether they're a physical (not realistic) threat. And while I'm doing that I'm fighting myself all the time. Telling myself that I am being paranoid and I hate myself for that. Even with close friends, like when Grind and I hung out, I was extremly cautious and on alert. If I get texts from friends to meet up at an unusual time or place, I automatically feel that they want to do me harm. I conciously know that's not the case, but its instinct kicking in. And I actively plce great restraint on how I act with people. Part of it is profesionalism and politeness (not here though), but part of it is trying to avoid conflict because in the back of my mind I'm worried I would hurt someone.
So ya know, there's all that stuff.
But to lighten the mood, I have some delicious gin. Old Tom forever!