the site of the grandmas with the cloth wraps on their heads they carry washloads with to and from roadside creeks taking part in the stoning and slashing was remarkable
they left the 4 corpses ...what was left...on the roadside of the main coast road there..two lane...for days in the lovely 96 degree high humidity sunshine....dogfood literally
necklacing victims during coup battles or ton ton macoute score settling....same deal...bodies to rot on sidewalk while parochial schoolkids in uniforms skip by carrying knapsacks...the irony of “uncle knapsack” being ton-ton macoute legend...lol...not really funny but you know what I mean
I suppose I do. I think it is a mistake for anyone to think that he himself is above such feelings and even actions. I refer you to a scene described in WITH THE OLD BREED by E.B. Sledge, whereupon he comments on page 120, "Such was the incredible cruelty that decent men could commit when reduced to a brutish existence in their fight for survival amid the viloent death, terror, tension, fatigue, and filth that was the infantryman's war".