Lol! Enjoy sir, your inherited softness. I prefer the insensitivity of the brave to the tender sensibilities of the weak who cower behind them. The weak are truly without honor. Assume your deserved position at the rear, and when the battle is done, run to the front, stand beside the brave and bayonet the wounded so to claim the paradox of both the wicked and compassionate. By then there is nothing to be lost and you will be reviled by all.