I had a really weird experience just now. I was playing Call of Duty 2...you know, world war 2, fighting the nazi germans what whatnot. What got to me was that moment where I was on the top of this silo of a farmhouse with a sniper rifle, with two of my squadmates beside me. It was the end of the waiting time for reinforcements, and sherman tanks were closing in from and over the hedgerows. So the german troops retreated. There was this one guy who was running away on a long road. Alone. Perfect target huh? So I shot him once. He fell to the ground, but got up and started limping away. Then I shot him again. This time he fell to the ground, but still wasn't dead. He was crawling away this time...so I shot him again. In the head this time. And as that bullet spun its way into his skull I heard him scream in agony...for the last time.
3 shots to end a life.
World War Two was a total disaster. If it wasn't for that sonofabitch Hitler, millions of people could've kept their lives just as they had been granted them. But from what I learnt, Hitler was abused as a child, and was from a poor family. One cold winter night he was out in the cold, while he saw two Jewish men in thick coats and tall hats, warm and happy. I think that was the point where his hatred for the Jews began. It was just coincidence that the couple of Jews he saw were those coming from more well off families, probably working for the government. Ah, it's usually this kind of thing leads to the individual developing thoughts we deem insane.
On the other hand, Hitler's troops, or rather, the majority of them in the german army called the Wehrmacht, were conscripted from the countries that he had taken over over the duration of his conquest. Poles and the like. None of them had wanted this war. And none of them had wanted to fight. A good example is on June 6th 1945, D-Day, where Allied Expeditionary Forces 'invaded' the Normandy beaches of France to begin their liberation of Europe from Hitler's clutches...the Atlantic Wall, as it was called, which was Hitler's main defense against the invasion, was stretched for miles across the Normandy coast. And manning those walls were machine gunners and a whole lot of troops dug in in trenches at the top of the cliffs outlying the coast. Thing is, most of those manning the Atlantic Wall were conscripts who were not even German! the only reason they had the heart to fire down on the American, Canadian and British troops landing on the beaches was because in every machine gun bunker and trench, there would most certainly be a German officer with a Luger in his hand...aimed at the machine gunners. Do or die.
So how is it that we seek and derive pleasure in playing games such as these, battling the Nazi War Machine...which was made up of so many unwilling troops forced into battle of the Germans, by the Germans? We're most likely shooting down people we're supposed to save in the first place. Of course, these 'enemies' in the games are made such that they're to resemble that of pure bred German troops, who never faltered in their determination to fight and almost always came back for more, in bigger numbers than before.
I wonder if that guy I shot down from the top of the silo was German. From the way he struggled to escape, I can say he most certainly was not.
3 shots to end a life.
World War Two was a total disaster. If it wasn't for that sonofabitch Hitler, millions of people could've kept their lives just as they had been granted them. But from what I learnt, Hitler was abused as a child, and was from a poor family. One cold winter night he was out in the cold, while he saw two Jewish men in thick coats and tall hats, warm and happy. I think that was the point where his hatred for the Jews began. It was just coincidence that the couple of Jews he saw were those coming from more well off families, probably working for the government. Ah, it's usually this kind of thing leads to the individual developing thoughts we deem insane.
On the other hand, Hitler's troops, or rather, the majority of them in the german army called the Wehrmacht, were conscripted from the countries that he had taken over over the duration of his conquest. Poles and the like. None of them had wanted this war. And none of them had wanted to fight. A good example is on June 6th 1945, D-Day, where Allied Expeditionary Forces 'invaded' the Normandy beaches of France to begin their liberation of Europe from Hitler's clutches...the Atlantic Wall, as it was called, which was Hitler's main defense against the invasion, was stretched for miles across the Normandy coast. And manning those walls were machine gunners and a whole lot of troops dug in in trenches at the top of the cliffs outlying the coast. Thing is, most of those manning the Atlantic Wall were conscripts who were not even German! the only reason they had the heart to fire down on the American, Canadian and British troops landing on the beaches was because in every machine gun bunker and trench, there would most certainly be a German officer with a Luger in his hand...aimed at the machine gunners. Do or die.
So how is it that we seek and derive pleasure in playing games such as these, battling the Nazi War Machine...which was made up of so many unwilling troops forced into battle of the Germans, by the Germans? We're most likely shooting down people we're supposed to save in the first place. Of course, these 'enemies' in the games are made such that they're to resemble that of pure bred German troops, who never faltered in their determination to fight and almost always came back for more, in bigger numbers than before.
I wonder if that guy I shot down from the top of the silo was German. From the way he struggled to escape, I can say he most certainly was not.
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