I wonder how valid the theory about urbanization removing people from encounters with death or injury is, and thus inducing mental strain or even PTSD when finally they must face it.
At the risk of adding nothing but noise to the discussion, I grew up on a farm a long time ago. While the slaughtering and rendering of pigs ended while I was very small, I do remember vaguely one (dead, of course) being dipped into boiling water to soften the bristles prior to butchering. I have seen lots of chickens running around spurting blood after their heads had been chopped off prior to becoming Sunday dinner. Unfortunately I had to administer first aid to a friend who suffered a mildly disfiguring and very bloody face wound. By the time I joined the army three weeks after my 18th birthday, I also had shot my share of rabbits, grouse, rats at the local dump and pigeons. I am not sure any of that would have helped me if I had encountered the violent death of a fellow human being.
I do know when six of my troops were wounded by the premature detonation of an artillery round 15 metres outside the muzzle of one of my guns, everybody on the gun position remained calm and professional while administering first aid and arranging their evacuation. Nobody seemed to act oddly after the event, or at least no odder than usual.
At the risk of adding nothing but noise to the discussion, I grew up on a farm a long time ago. While the slaughtering and rendering of pigs ended while I was very small, I do remember vaguely one (dead, of course) being dipped into boiling water to soften the bristles prior to butchering. I have seen lots of chickens running around spurting blood after their heads had been chopped off prior to becoming Sunday dinner. Unfortunately I had to administer first aid to a friend who suffered a mildly disfiguring and very bloody face wound. By the time I joined the army three weeks after my 18th birthday, I also had shot my share of rabbits, grouse, rats at the local dump and pigeons. I am not sure any of that would have helped me if I had encountered the violent death of a fellow human being.
I do know when six of my troops were wounded by the premature detonation of an artillery round 15 metres outside the muzzle of one of my guns, everybody on the gun position remained calm and professional while administering first aid and arranging their evacuation. Nobody seemed to act oddly after the event, or at least no odder than usual.