And so too for atrocities in war. The non-zero number of atrocities in no way suggests that people just blindly follow orders, as a matter of fact. You need to compare these numbers to what would happen if people gave no consideration to morality whatsoever in their execution of orders. And what are those numbers? I'm not sure, but I expect vastly higher than the relatively few atrocities we can reference.
We see this sort of attitude when it comes to discussions of police brutality. Many police officers view the use of lethal force through the lens of self-defense in high stakes scenarios. Others view the use of lethal force through the lens of "police are not judge, jury, and executioner".
When people get shot as they run away from the police, even if each side of the debate might be rational in their own world-view, the conclusions are completely opposed.
The disconnect, I believe, is what one considers duty another may consider blind faith. There is a vast amount of room for ambiguity here.
None of this will be declassified for years, it's technically still not over yet, we'll be waiting a long time to know some of the things we still don't know now.
There is a point at which we have to consider whether war is worth the atrocity. What is so important that entire civilizations would condone the slaughter of their 'enemies'?
I have some of my own opinions on the above question, I only ask because I think the question should be considered carefully.
Hardly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tixOyiR8B-8
> On the third day I was there, this guy who had picked me up in the Jeep, a corporal who I was ultimately going to replace, he and I were in the battalion intelligence section, we were sent down to the tractor park, the amphibious tractor park to meet a bunch of detainees. It was our responsibility to take care prisoners, and detainees were a classification of civilians, they were not combatants; they could be detained for questioning, which is why they were called detainees.
> And Jimmy and I went down to the tractor park and two tractors came in, they had a whole bunch of Vietnamese up on top high flat-topped vehicles about eight or nine feet tall, and as the tractors wheeled into the park the Marines up on top immediately began hurling these people off, and they were bound hand and foot, so they had no way of breaking their falls, and they were old men, women, children, no young men, and I couldn't believe these guys were treating these people this way, and I turned to Jimmy and said, I grabbed him by the arm and said "What are those guys doing? We're supposed to be helping these people." And Jimmy turned to me and he looked at my hands on his arm, I sort of took them off, and he said "Ehrhart, you better keep the mouth shut until you know what's going on around here." I think it was at that point that I realized things were not quite what I was expecting.
> [..]
> None of that distilled itself into the clear kind of expression that I'm presenting now. What I began to understand within days and which became patently clear within months was that what was going on here was not what I had been told, what was going on here was nuts, and I wanted to get out. I knew if I was still alive on March the 5th 1968 they'd stick me on an airplane in Danang we used to call it the freedom bird and I could fly away and forget the whole thing. Turned out not to be quite so easy to forget it, but that was the notion, and certainly my last eight to nine months I ceased to think, I quite literally ceased to think about why I was there, or what I was doing. The sole purpose for my being in Vietnam at that point was to stay alive until I could get out.
> And the reason for that is, you know, the kinds of questions that began to present themselves were just.. the questions themselves were ugly and I didn't want to know the answers. It's like banging on a door, you knock on a door, and the door opens slightly and behind that door it's dark and there's loud noises coming like there's wild animals in there or something. And you peer into the darknees and you can't see what's there but you can all this ugly stuff.. do you want to step into that room? No way, you just sorta back out quietly, pull the door shut behind you, and walk away from it. And that's what was going on, those questions, the questions themselves were too ugly to even ask, let alone try to deal with the answers.
That in turn does away with the implied claim that we can "trust" people to think about what they're doing, because there it's the only thing they can even do.
It's like saying the only thing you can do when you're in a gang is to consider your actions and discuss them with others, so just from first principles (we pulled from thin air) we can make this deduction about gang life.
I mean, the context of this is taking issue with the statement that a person doesn't "completely trust" military organizations, that's bad enough. But the claim that being bored a lot between periods of terror means people genuinely reflect, that's stunning.
My experience has been that a great many officers think very hard about the ethics of their actions. War is mainly vast expanses of boredom punctuated by short periods of terror. And thinking is about the only thing left to do in those vast expanses.