In EM we had a pilot who'd been flying since he was 14 or so, at the age of 17 he joined the Marines. At 19 or 20 he got shipped to Afgrandstand.
When he left, I suddenly had a voice to tie to someone fighting in Afgrandstand. I've seen some of the stats on how many come back alive (quite high) and how many of those come back damaged with TBI or other injuries. Before that, those were just statistics. Now I was imagining that damage inflicted on someone I knew.
I mourned for him when he left.
Luckily, he came back. As far as I know, in one piece.
I don't know Vile Rat from Adam. Because I didnt know them, I didn't really mourn the NZ soldiers killed a couple of weeks ago in the Afg, and I find it difficult to be all that upset about Sean Smith. He's just a name to me, not someone real, certainly not more real than the other people who die around the world; the people who die in car accidents; the people who die of cancer; the people who had their wedding exploded by remote control; the people who died in car bombs around Iraq; the people who died when the drunk crossed the centre line and head-on connected with their family car.
I don't mourn individually, but I have a low grade background level of wishing the world was a different place than it is. That all those people could have had more life; that nobody need die in tragic ways. That deep down inside, it would be nice if everyone was prepared to get along with each other. I have come to realise though, that there are people out there who don't feel that way. Perhaps they think it's inevitable, and if it has to happen, then they're going to make sure it happens to someone else, not them.
Some days, it depresses me, so I practice not thinking about it.
I never knew Sean Smith or Vile Rat, so I do not mourn, but I have a lot of sympathy for those that did. I hope they find peace in these times, and that they come through it as best as may be hoped for.