Divine Hell Blog Challenge #4: Violence
April 13, 1919
Sergeant Major authorized additional spirits be dispersed. "For medicinal purposes and calmin' of the nerves", he said. I fear not enough alcohol exists to expunge the damage this day has wrought upon my heart...my very soul.
These people are base idolaters of the worst ilk, yet not deserving of unwarranted massacre. What transpired today was naught but that.
We marched, in full kit, to that fancy ceremonial garden the paynim frequent. There the heathens were, cavortin' and wailin' that banshee music of theirs.
Brigadier set us out and ordered "Fire until all ordinance be expended." "To kill!", he said, and such we did. Women, children, oldsters all got served the same...hot, bloody death delivered by Her Majesty's finest!
Turns out was one of their heathen holy days bein' celebrated...naught more. I ponder whether the afterlife will afford us any consideration in that we was only followin' orders? I honestly fear not.