Letter from a SailorI have been called a murderer. They have said my hands are stained with the blood of innocents, that my soul is shaddowed by lives that were not mine to take.I have been called a tool of tyrants. They have said i am a sword in the hands of evil men, that i am mindless, a machine simply following orders.I have been called a traitor to peace. They have said i find pleasure in terror, that i revel in violence and the pain it may cause.I have been protested in the streets where i live, where i grew up. Friends i have had since childhood have turned their backs on me. They have attacked me where i stood, tried to humiliate me where i live.