Like many people around the world, I viewed the images that have emerged recently from Bucha, Ukraine, with horror and fury. I know that all wars cause ruin and destruction, that all wars destroy and shatter innocent lives. But although I understand this intellectually, and although I saw my fair share of human suffering as a soldier in Iraq, the seemingly endless mass graves and the bound and desecrated corpses left behind in Bucha by the fleeing Russian military felt to me some new circle of hell.
I looked away from the images at some point. We all have our limits. Then I couldn't stop picturing the faces of other Ukrainians on those fallen bodies — faces of people I know in the country who are still alive.
I recently returned home from Lviv, Ukraine, where I'd spent a few weeks with friends and fellow combat veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan training Ukrainian civilians in basic urban-combat and survival tactics. We flew there on our own dime and volition because we saw a sovereign democracy under assault and believe that is wrong. Lviv is 300-plus miles to the west of Bucha, but the difference between those civilians we trained and those who were massacred is just a matter of geography.
During our many hours together, I got to know our trainees on a personal level: There was the idealistic law student; the gruff middle-aged geography teacher; the cheerful IT worker. They're parents, neighbors, churchgoers and businessmen. Regular people with regular lives who never thought they'd be put in a situation where they might have to pick up a gun to defend themselves and their families. Yet here they were, preparing for that very possibility.
The Ukrainians gave us their time and commitment. In turn, we gave them experience and hard-earned wisdom. It was one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life, and I have no doubt that if Russian soldiers reach Lviv, these civilians will resist occupation, in various ways. If our training didn't instill the courage and will to fight in them, Bucha certainly has.
Since returning home to the U.S., my fellow trainers and I have been deluged with messages from other veterans asking if they should go to Ukraine. Their motivations are many; some are natural first responders and helpers, deeply committed to the principle of service. Others long for the purpose that their previous lives in uniform provided (or the purpose they remember it providing — memory's a hell of a thing). Some seem to be seeking something like absolution for their part in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, which went amiss early on and which no amount of money or time could make clean.
And a few — not many, but a few — want the opportunity to shoot a Russian invader in the face in the name of democracy. I don't mention this flippantly. Existential fights such as Ukraine's need such people.
Should these men and women go to Ukraine? It depends. Do the would-be volunteers have a family? A life insurance policy that covers death in conflict zones? Do they have contacts already on the ground, a clear exit plan, means to fund lodging?