Somewhere… in the hundred acre wood… after a frantic search the platoon find Eeyore hung up in a tree, mutilated, his tail is missing. Piglet is out for blood.
“Fuck it Pooh. Lets do the whole fucking village!”
*Cue Adagio for strings*
As an interesting aside, this was the Russian propaganda poster that was distributed after the My Lai massacre…
“For services in My Lai!”
I tend to reserve judgement on these sorts of things. Because… well… no one really ever occupies the high ground of morality for very long. And… since my people (ze Germans) fairly recently staked out some substantial real estate on the atrocity circuit I always feel a bit weird throwing my moralizing around. That whole generational awkwardness thing.
It does piss me off that no-one was ever prosecuted for this war crime though.