Boys will be boys

The second last episode of “Paris Hilton’s My New BFF” has been unavailable for the past couple of weeks for some unexplained reason, so between pornography I’ve been watching my 25 DVD box set on WWII instead. My favorite quote so far: “Do you know what it’s like to squeeze a tomato till the juice oozes out of the broken skin? That is what it’s like when you bayonet a German soldier.” Another good one was: “I watched a man next to me take out a photo of his wife and two children and look at it, then he tore it into pieces and shot himself. Then I felt a pistol against my chest, and after a short time passed they still had not shot me … I knew I was not going to be killed, then I felt my new life begin.”
It’s intoxicating … the carnage and the kill or be killed stories. The big strategies and leaders are interesting, but I love the little people, the little people thrust into the lap of the gods … the common man who finds himself in a foreign field, face-to-face with an enemy after months, years, even a lifetime of propaganda training him to believe this enemy is less-than-human. Literally face-to-face, with nothing but a shovel in your hand and a realization that you will die, your family could die, your entire country could be ravaged, raped and enslaved if you capitulate. I love it. Man, Hemmingway was right. I gotta get me some war experience.