It is late afternoon. I am walking in a local park. People are walking around, lovers sitting under trees, whispering words of endearment and children’s laughter can be heard in the distance. I walk up to a man sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. I take out my gun and shoot him. Dead.
I am laying in a ditch in Germany. The year is 1941. It is cold the wind is howling and my fingers are numb. A German appears from the bushes, rifle in his hand. I take out my gun and shoot him. Dead.
If we strip away social context, the actions are exactly the same: “I take out my gun and I shoot him. Dead.”
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