It’s not been burned, just looted, rifled. A moaning, by the walls half muffled: The mother’s wounded, still alive. The little daughter’s on the mattress, Dead. How many have been on it? A platoon, a company perhaps? A girl’s been turned into a woman, A woman turned into a corpse. It all comes down to simple phrases: Do Not Forget! Do Not Forgive! Blood for Blood! A Tooth for a Tooth! The mother begs, Tote mich, Soldat! - Prussian Nights, Captain Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Soviet Red Army, World War II “Things happen in war," we are often told. It is a blanket that drapes across atrocities, and...