Scars, Like Badges  They both have scars. There are the physical
ones that go skin deep and that they were like badges, and then
there are the mental ones.  Most of the time, the physical scars
are easy to forget. Fingers trace them from time to time,
remembering, but the pain from them is nothing compared to that
of the mental scarring.  War wounds are easy to forget, but the
memory of war itself is worse. It cuts with sharp, jagged (and
yet somehow straight and smooth-edged) malice. Fierce.
Unrelenting. It embeds itself deep, beyond the physical.  The
memories seek to destroy what the physical act of war could not.
The soul is perhaps what most makes a person 'human'. To be
human is to care, to think, to feel, to exist.  War stories,
memories, hack at those qualities. There is the constant threat
of the softer traits a human should have being irrevocably
damaged.  No one should have to deal with war – not at their
age. But they have. Side by side. They, Ron, Ginny, and many
others fought the forces of evil.