Dissociation

I got home from work a few hours ago. I have realized I need to dissociate with people when I respond to scenes. Today, I responded to a person that was applying for a job in the IZ and their background check came up they were permanently banned from working on a coalition base. I had to investigate to see if she posed any threat, either to detain or escort her out of the IZ. Her basic story is she got fired for personal reasons and she wasn't a security threat. She was about as short as my mother and was basically her same age.

I really can't get into her back story. Only that she was in jail during Saddam's reign and she has sacrificed her whole life to work for the Americans. I told her to get a hold of the company that fired her and get them to lift the ban. So while she was basically telling me that she was a good person and wanted nothing but to help the Americans help her country. I was escorting her out of the IZ. Finally, holding back her tears, walked out of the checkpoint. I thought about how much she reminded me of my mother. How angry I would be if someone did this to my mother. How much I would wondered why my mother still wanted to help the Americans.