"I have."
I pause for a second.
"Yes, they're the enemy. Sure, you want to kill them. But what if it was us in those tanks? Would you like it if we just got destroyed by some starfish in the air with no way of defending ourselves? They're retreating, not attacking. You guys are kill-hungry, trigger-happy, sadistic, merciless bastards who don't know right from wrong. You barely even think about the loss of your fellow squadmembers, let alone the enemy. Even I have succumbed to these terrible, horrid actions. forget."