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25.10.01, 19:18
I've seen horrors...horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me
a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that...But you
have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is
necessary to those who do not know what horror means.
Horror. Horror has a face...And you must make a friend of horror. Horror and
moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be
feared. They are truly enemies.
I remember when I was with Special Forces...Seems a thousand centuries ago...We
went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had
inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and
he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked
off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile...A pile of little arms.
And I remember...I...I...I cried...I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to
tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember
it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget.
And then I realized...like I was shot...Like I was shot with a diamond...a
diamond bullet right through my forehead...And I thought: My God...the genius
of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete,
crystalline, pure.
And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that
these were not monsters...These were men...trained cadres...these men who
fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled
with love...but they had the strength...the strength...to do that. If I had ten
divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have
to have men who are moral...and at the same time who are able to utilize their
primordial instincts to kill without feeling...without passion...without
judgement...without judgement. Because it's judgement that defeats us.