DH is going to be gone and unreachable the rest of the week at an advanced combat medicine course. The infamous combat medicine course.The down and dirty, no holds barred, this is what combat medicine is all about course that separates those who can get on the battlefield and see their buddies blown apart and rush in to save them from those who freeze and can't remember how to perform basic procedures when the pressure is really on. Some of you know the one I'm talking about. The one that never really gets talked about because everyone just knows. The one where cell phones are not allowed and everything else is "Fight Club rules" to prevent to much information about it from getting out.
I'm not allowed to talk about it either, but suffice it to say things go on there that I have a real moral objection to. Things that keep me up at night, and get my conscience pricking at me. And yet, even while I am disgusted and unnerved at the training methods used I know that DH is right when he tells me that without this training soldiers will die and that it's absolutely necessary.
It's very very easy to make moral judgments when they are theoretical and you don't have to actually see the consequences. It's very easy to formulate an advanced code of ethics when you don't have to solve real world problems. It's very easy to say what the right course of action is when you don't have to actually confront the beings that are involved in the action. It's not so easy when you can put a face and a name to the lives that could be lost if the action doesn't take place.