[CatHerd]

After having spent many years working in combat areas I absolutely loathe warmongers

I see we have that in common. I, too, loathe war and warmongers.

Ever see and smell a bloated corpse, oh warmongers? Ever see body parts scattered about? Thought so. . .

Oh yes, and boy howdee. I won't elaborate, as what I have seen is too horrifying for words. No normal ordinary good person living in peacetime should ever have to know such horrors exist. It's anti-human and anti-God.

Ref the smell. The smell of a decomposing body inside a sealed house is beyond sickening. Bodies left out in the open are gruesome beyond description.

But the smell of hot war is like nothing else. There is no way to describe it, as it's all mixed up -- the earthy coppery scent of fresh spurting blood mixed up with the acrid ARTY smoke mixed up with the blinding burning exhaust of the the tanks and whatever it is that billows from bombed-out buildings, and somehow, somehow, one knows not how, the good scent of earth rises up to mingle, too. But above it all rises the high-pitched smell of utter fear-shock and death-surprise -- and this is is the scent that is totally unique to hot war. I don't understand it -- perhaps humans send out pheromones other humans can smell at such horror-filled moments? I don't know.

Anyway,it has an enormous overpowering (and strangely heady) smell of its very own, indescribable and overwhelming -- and eventually giving way to the sickening smells of the ruins of war. Decaying bodies of human beings and animals, burning homes, rotting refuse. The pigs and the rats have a field day. For awhile. Then they too, succumb to rot and stench.

[Rocco DiPippo]

Thank you for your post. You know. It is horrible, certainly nothing to wish for and always something to avoid unless it becomes absolutely unavoidable.

Escalating the situation between Ukraine and Russia until it results in global carnage and destruction is totally avoidable for the West.

[Pelham]

“the earthy coppery scent of fresh spurting blood mixed up with the acrid ARTY smoke mixed up with the blinding burning exhaust of the the tanks and whatever it is that billows from bombed-out buildings, and somehow, somehow, one knows not how, the good scent of earth rises up to mingle, too. But above it all rises the high-pitched smell of utter fear-shock and death-surprise....eventually giving way to the sickening smells of the ruins of war. Decaying bodies of human beings and animals, burning homes, rotting refuse. The pigs and the rats have a field day. For awhile. Then they too, succumb to rot and stench”

This is strangely poetic; like poetry from the 7th Circle of Hell.