Interrogator crosses the line, but…

I served in Vietnam. I was in interrogator.

The Geneva Convention outlines certain rules about what you can do and not do to prisoners of war, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I would do anything I could to help save the lives of our American soldiers. I broke all of the rules, because any bit of information I could extract from a prisoner meant I could pass more intel into the field that would help.

I tortured the men I interrogated.

Brutally.

For sure, it saved a lot of lives. But after that I wondered— even with all the good it did— if God would even accept me. And, though I WANT to be accepted by God, I don’t know that I would go back and change anything I did during the war… even though it all created a massive hole inside of me that I still feel today.

I’m still in turmoil about it— knowing that I did something unacceptable to the world, numerous times, but that it saved the lives of American soldiers over and over and over…

… and that there are families who are reunited today, because of the “bad” things I did back then.

How do you “balance the books” on that?