I remember reading an American soldier’s account of Okinawa. He had been fighting for quite some time, mostly had the Japanese licked, when in the final moments the Japanese launched a massive banzai attack across open ground, into our prepared defenses.
This of course was folly, and in this soldiers words, we chewed them up. Wave after wave, mountains of corpses littered the battlefield.
But the strange part was yet to come. Apparently that night, a body close to his position, sat stone cold straight up and moaned the most blood curdling moan he had ever heard. Later many others were doing the same. He thought maybe the Japanese were playing possum, as did others who were laying down withering fire against their new foes.
Until one gentlemen, who had the past knowledge to know, informed them that those men were dead. That the heat of the pacific, helped quicken decomposition, and that when the gasses of the body escape the throat that it will vibrate the vocal cords.
That story always stuck with me, and I cannot imagine being in their place.
A-holes don’t show any of what they are talking about.
Made me remember an incident many years ago when I was commuting through farming country. Visible from the interstate was a field which sloped down from the homestead to near the highwayside. A fullgrown cow keeled over at some point (clement weather so spring or fall) and each day my commute provided a demonstration of decomposition of that cow as it progressed from fresh cadaver to bag of bones. My family still lives there and I can’t travel near that spot without remembering it.
Exhibit - Che Guevera
Earthworms eat the composting body.
You dig the earthworms for bait.
A fish eats the worm, and you catch it.
You eat the fish.
Does that technically qualify as cannibalism?
Something to ponder.
Danse Macabre
“They also are known to vote in certain cities...”
;) I wondered how long it would take for this to be posted. Not long.