War is hell. Sherman said that. War is hell on earth. I don't know who said that, I'll say it. Love is heaven, loneliness is purgatory and war: dead innocents, burning flesh, more dead than living so bodies rot unburied, crying women, orphaned children; death loses its charm on this scale.
Death has charm? Did I just say that? Yes, I don't know if you'd have found this if you didn't think about it. But a graceful death, whether to end terrible chronic physical suffering or simply of natural causes after a life well lived, these have charm. Ironic or karmic ends too, they can have charm. I smoke. If I die from some lung disease or other I have no right to whine about it, that is a charming death.
Smart bombs have no charm. Many seem to think they are sexy. I must say, then, that I do not think much of many. War would be better fought with swords and axes. To hell with competitive advantage, a soldier should see what he has done directly. Much less 'collateral damage' with my implementation too.