Mildred Pierce reporting:
I was there. I saw it. I saw women thrown down on Fifth Avenue and raped in their mink coats by blacks and whites and yellows while street urchins stripped the rings from their fingers. A young officer stood nearby. "Aren't you going to do something?" I demanded.
He looked at me and yawned.
I found Colonel Bradshaw bivouacking at the Ritz. I told him bluntly what was going on. His eyes glinted shamelessly as he said, "Well you have to take a broad general view of things."
And that's what I have been doing. Taking a broad general view of American troops raping and murdering helpless civilians while American officers stand around and yawn.
"Been at it a long time, lady. It's the old army game from here to eternity."
This license was dictated by considerations taken into account by prudent commanders throughout history. It pays to pay the boys off. Even the noble Brutus did it...
Points with his left hand in catatonic limestone.
"The town is yours soldiers brave."
Tacitus describes a typical scene... "If a woman or a good looking boy fell into their hands they were torn to pieces in the struggle for possession and the survivors were left to cut each others' throats."
"Well, there's no need to be that messy. Why waste a good-looking boy? Mother loving American Army run by old women, many of them religious, my God; hanging Amercian soldiers for raping and murdering civilians..."
Old Sarge bellows from here to eternity.
"WHAT THE b***** f****** HELL ARE CIVILIANS FOR?
SOLDIERS' PAY."
I was there. I saw it. I saw women thrown down on Fifth Avenue and raped in their mink coats by blacks and whites and yellows while street urchins stripped the rings from their fingers. A young officer stood nearby. "Aren't you going to do something?" I demanded.
He looked at me and yawned.
I found Colonel Bradshaw bivouacking at the Ritz. I told him bluntly what was going on. His eyes glinted shamelessly as he said, "Well you have to take a broad general view of things."
And that's what I have been doing. Taking a broad general view of American troops raping and murdering helpless civilians while American officers stand around and yawn.
"Been at it a long time, lady. It's the old army game from here to eternity."
This license was dictated by considerations taken into account by prudent commanders throughout history. It pays to pay the boys off. Even the noble Brutus did it...
Points with his left hand in catatonic limestone.
"The town is yours soldiers brave."
Tacitus describes a typical scene... "If a woman or a good looking boy fell into their hands they were torn to pieces in the struggle for possession and the survivors were left to cut each others' throats."
"Well, there's no need to be that messy. Why waste a good-looking boy? Mother loving American Army run by old women, many of them religious, my God; hanging Amercian soldiers for raping and murdering civilians..."
Old Sarge bellows from here to eternity.
"WHAT THE b***** f****** HELL ARE CIVILIANS FOR?
SOLDIERS' PAY."