Another really interesting article I ran across--a writer (Myke Cole) with military experience comments on some problematic ways in which killing and death can be handled in books.
I have tried hard to own those deaths, and the truth is that, in the end, they own me.
I don’t see these consequences: that killing is permanent both for the slain and the slayer. That the event is a stone thrown in water, sending ripples through every contributor, every observer. That’s a piece of the landscape of change that we call PTSD. It’s a sudden realization that there are things you will always carry, no matter what you do. It is an event that colors everything you experience from that day forward. Forever.
After reading this post and the PTSD one (linked above), I totally just bought his first book. I'll probably read it in about 3 weeks and report back. Here's hoping it's as insightful as his blog posts...