Here a British officer describes handling enemy casualties in World War I: I am afraid I ceased thinking of Germans as human beings from that time. I may as well frankly admit that through all my experiences in trench fighting since then, my habit became that of calling into a dug-out [of surrendering Germans]: “How many men are down there?” If the answer came (let us say) “Six,” we would throw three bombs into the dug-out and call: “Here—share these among you.”1 An American officer describes the way the Japanese cared for American prisoners who collapsed during the Bataan death march: Skulking along, a hundred yards behind our contingent, came a “clean-up squad” of murdering Jap buzzards. Their helpless victims, sprawled darkly against the white of the road, were easy targets. As members of the murder squad stooped over each huddled form, there would be an orange flash in the darkness and a sharp report. The bodies were left where they lay, that other prisoners coming behind us might see them.
What do You think about Vietnam And Other Alien Worlds?
