Pay heed to
Formendacil. He talks much sense.
Another opinion of Faramir:
Random dead Haradrim: Join the army, the poster said. See the world. Get your Mumakil Handling Licence and learn how to avoid being stomped on when it runs amok. Seemed like a good idea at the time. But what happens? They force us to march all the way from sunny Harad to gloomy Gondor under threat of death or worse, only for me to get shot by some green-clad geezer in tights under Faramir's command as soon as I get there. What thought did he give to my name or where I came from? When did he ever consider what lies or threats led me there on my long march from home? No, it took a lowly Hobbit to consider such weighty issues. This man cares not who he kills.
So there we have it. Solid evidence against the soppy Daddy's boy, if ever I heard it.
