Ah yes, Rwanda. What a lovely place that is, not! Batgirl, I can understand the hatred you have towards your father actually, as hatred is hatred, just different circumstances surround it. Your attempted murderer was your father, of all people, and as you outlined, nothing you seen coming from his demoir as a person. I have no doubt that he had PTSD from serving in Rwanda, with Kosovo following. People cannot understand what a war zone is like, unless they have been through it, as is with any traumatic event. Just like yours, whilst someone else who has survived a shooting can understand the shooting part, unless they where shot by a parent and survived, they could not totally understand. I can understand from your Fathers perspective, to a point, being a veteran myself and serving within the places of the world that generally civilians choose to ignore. As Kerrie-Ann said, "peace keeping" is merely a label attached to an overall group which realistically means, the United Nations are involved. The UN do not go into war zones, they go into "peace keeping" zones. Iraq is a peace keeping zone, and as the world can see for itself, there isn't any "peace" within Iraq for those soliders. Rwanda was the same, where the enemy was everyone and anyone. It could be a small child who suddenly unleashes a grenade, machete or machine gun, or a pregnant women with explosives, detonators and semi-automatic weapon. I have been in these very places where the enemy is everyone and anyone, and the only people you can trust are those in the uniform you wear. It really messes with your mind, and did with mine. I could have been another statistic, in that I killed myself and anyone around me, becaue my frame of mind was nothing like normal for some time. It was only absolute sheer luck on my behalf that I got noticed early enough and forced into counselling whilst I still had a little to hold onto too in life. You would be quite surprised that if I hadn't had my son within my life already, I would be dead already, because I held on for so long just because of him, and I would think that maybe your father was holding on to life just for his children also, but help just couldn't get to him in time in order to stop what had begun long before, the war within his mind.
It is actually really quite difficult for me to write this to you batgirl, because this is pulling some extreme vunerabilities from my past and trying to show you things that go on within us from being exposed to war. I guess, I am not trying to find excuses for your father, or his actions, as that is not my motive here, I guess I am just trying to give you some experience, maybe insight, into what goes on within a mind that has suffered extreme trauma from war, Rwanda being such a war.
I guess I am just rambling here also. How much has anyone tried to teach you about your Fathers thinking patterns in regard to his end actions? I mean, to help you try and understand why he did it, opposed to that what he did? I can say from experience, that your father was not in a controlled frame of mind at that time, and he had very little control over his decisions at that time, yet he still had some, and he still had some control over his choices, so he still bears some blame for his actions, have no doubt. Do I believe he is 100% at blame / fault for his actions? No, because PTSD is much much stronger than that, and it can, and will control a mind if allowed, allowing very little interaction from the holder of that mind to any say in the decision. PTSD is very powerful, and is a killer, in many ways, as you know from experience batgirl.
I feel really bad actually for you having to suffer such an act, especially being from your father, because the help everyone in the world is trying to get into those with PTSD, we still cannot do enough to save everyone, which is sometimes just painful to comprehend, but it is also reality. If we can help you come to terms with your trauma batgirl, I guess atleast that makes another person that is less likely to be killed by PTSD, especially considering you survived once, now to just survive it from yourself.