Unfortunately these images will keep coming, because that is the real weapon our enemy is deploying. They cannot and do not hope to win tit-for-tat and tank for carbomb. If that were the case then we could sit back and simply play this game for two years and let the enemy make cannon fodder of an entire generation of maniacal adolescents. Problem solved! Our weapon is patience. Attrition is our friend, not theirs. The enemy's networks are exposed, their funding is being cut off, the leaders killed, their parent nations facing world pressure. They are running out of weapons almost as fast as they are running out of men (as they begin to use woman and children). Meantime, our Men and our Weapons get better. Sympathizers cheer when the fascist knock out one tank or shoot down a chopper. We are saddened at a single loss, and the pictures touch us deeply because, unlike our enemy, we are Men... we are Human. And we are so much stronger. Our resources are limitless, our power infinite and our resolve is concrete. We can wait with the patience of a thousand cows staring at the highway, if only to watch the extinction of our enemy at hand.
The enemy will never amount to anything more than maggots on a rock. Scrape'em off.