I was reading the article Iraq Comes Home: Soldiers Share the Devastating Tales of War.

It’s an article about U.S. soldiers sharing their life (which mostly fell apart) in Iraq as well as after returning home. if you’re looking for a perspective that most mainstream media usually filters out (the truth), i strongly recommend you to read the article.

Apart from the soldier’s stories about how mission in Iraq ruin their life, a quote from U.S. soldier Michael Goss caught my attention, and i repeated the paragraph a few times…

I have PTSD. I know when I got it — the night I killed an 8-year-old girl. Her family was trying to cross a checkpoint. We’d just shot three guys who’d tried to run a checkpoint. And during that mess, they were just trying to get through to get away from it all. And we ended up shooting all them, too. It was a family of six. The only one that survived was a 13-month-old and her mother. And the worst part about it all was that where I shot my bullets, when I went to see what I’d shot at, there was an 8-year-old girl there. I tried my best to bring her back to life, but there was no use. But that’s what triggered my depression.

Perhaps this explains why terrorist became terrorist. not all, but at least a big sum of them, i guess.