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Ich führte meine drei Grossväter in die Stellung, wo sie fast erschossen wurden, weil sie nicht wussten, wie man sich im Kampf verhält. Einer von ihnen sprengte sich sogar in die Luft beim Laden einer Granate. Ich war schockiert, wie Menschen in den Kampf ziehen können, ohne grundlegende Kampffertigkeiten zu besitzen. Translation: I led my three grandfathers into the position where they almost got shot because they didn't know how to behave in combat. One of them even blew himself up while loading a grenade. I was shocked at how people can go into battle without basic combat skills.

Speaker 0: Describes the cutting off of heads during Operation Stone: a lieutenant colonel there, two people had their heads cut off and put on stakes and stuck in the middle of the field. Speaker 1: Describes a brutal act against a woman: he went over there and ripped her clothes off and took a knife and cut from her vagina all the way up, well, just about up to her breast and pulled her organs out completely out of her cavity and threw them out. And then he stopped and knelt over and commenced to peel every bit of skin off her body and left her there as a sign for something or other. And there were Speaker 2: Describes a child-killing incident: two little boys playing on a dike. One sergeant just took his M16 and shot one boy off the dike. The other boy tried to run. When he was almost out of sight, this other guy, Spec Four, shot this other little boy off the dike. And the little boy was, like, lying on the ground kicking. So he shot him again to make sure he's dead. Speaker 3: Notes that the people are aware of what American soldiers do to them, so they hide the young girls. Found one hiding in a bomb shelter in sort of the basement of her house. She was taken out and raped by six or seven people in front of her family, in front of most of the villagers. This isn’t just one instance. This is just the first one that I could remember. Speaker 4: Describes a game-like brutality and a system of trophies: It got to be like a game. The object was to see who could kill the most people. Different ways to prove how many people you killed included cutting off ears. If you brought back someone’s ears, pretty likely you had to kill them to get them. Then people would, you know, whoever had the most ears, they would get the most beers, and you trade your ears for beers. Speaker 5: Recounts another atrocity in which civilians were targeted: As I was walking over to him, I turned and I looked in the area. I looked to where the VCS were, supposed VCS. And two men were leading a young girl, approximately 19 years old, very pretty, out of a hooch. She had no clothes on, so I assumed she’d been raped, was pretty SOP. And she was thrown onto the pile of the 19 women and children, and five men around the circle opened up on full automatic with her M16s. And that was into that.

I briefed the press as an analyst and interrogator for the CIA, circulating disinformation to influence public opinion. I targeted influential journalists like Robert Chaplin and Kais Beach, planting false information to support US interests in Vietnam. I would also mislead reporters by briefing diplomats to provide false confirmation. Despite my involvement, I now oppose these propaganda tactics, believing they serve no purpose for the CIA.

I hope this isn't some kind of trap that's going to get us all in trouble, but I don't care. Shut it all down. What's happening here is also happening at almost every other American base in Vietnam. Recent surveys show that more than half of the soldiers in Vietnam use marijuana.

I shot him multiple times until he was no longer a threat. Despite being a medic with first aid training, I did not help him. The incident occurred near a hospital, but my first instinct was to flee due to the growing crowd chanting to attack me.

The only time we saw the artillery members when we was at rest. They would be, say, two miles behind the line. Seven apples eight two. Fire. We wanted to neutralize enemy batteries, so we were registering our batteries on his. Fire. Come on. We used to know the line and elevation because it was done by aircraft. It's pretty ghastly, but the idea was to kill as many German gunners as you could. Ready. Stop. Hello?

Israeli soldier is asked how many Palestinians he has killed, to which he responds with 20. The soldier claims all in Gaza are Hamas, including children. The conversation questions the soldier on the use of a gun in the killings.

On August 22nd, we observed a potential IED test near Hechkaya and reported it. Days later, we were alerted to two vehicle-borne IEDs and a suicide bomber near Abbey Gate. We spotted a person matching the bomber's description, acting suspiciously in the crowd. We requested engagement authority, but were denied. Our battalion commander couldn't authorize it either. The suspect disappeared. Later, while helping find an interpreter, a suicide bomb detonated. I was severely wounded by the blast. Despite my injuries, I remember being pulled to safety by my team leader who was doing everything to stop the bleeding. The withdrawal was a catastrophe. The deaths of the 13 service members have not been answered for.

16 November 2024, I was on a mission to plant a flag in a village. My comrade and I faced heavy fire; he was killed, and I was injured. I took cover in a shed, where I encountered an enemy soldier who tried to persuade me to surrender. I fought him in close combat, resulting in both of us getting wounded. After a fierce struggle, I managed to kill him. Over the next six days, I survived multiple attacks, using my skills to evade capture and eliminate enemies. I was motivated by thoughts of my family and the desire to return home. Despite injuries, I continued to fight and eventually made my way back to my unit, reflecting on the brutal reality of war and the importance of maintaining humanity amidst chaos. --- On November 16, 2024, I was on a mission to plant a flag in a village. My comrade and I faced heavy fire; he was killed, and I was injured. I took cover in a shed, where I encountered an enemy soldier who tried to persuade me to surrender. I fought him in close combat, resulting in both of us getting wounded. After a fierce struggle, I managed to kill him. Over the next six days, I survived multiple attacks, using my skills to evade capture and eliminate enemies. I was motivated by thoughts of my family and the desire to return home. Despite injuries, I continued to fight and eventually made my way back to my unit, reflecting on the brutal reality of war and the importance of maintaining humanity amidst chaos.

One day we stormed a French position. I confronted a French corporal; with bayonets at the ready, I killed him—tossed his rifle away, and ran my bayonet through his chest. Blood came out of his mouth. I felt physically ill, knees shaking, ashamed. My comrades were undisturbed and boasted of killings—one with a rifle butt, another strangling a captain, another hitting with a spade. They were ordinary people: a tram conductor, a commercial traveler, two students, farm workers. We were told that 'the good soldier kills without thinking of his an adversary as a human being.' But I had the dead man before me; I would have shaken his hand if he had raised his hand. 'a man who had father and mother and a family perhaps, and so I felt.' I woke drenched in sweat, thinking what would have happened if I wasn't quicker. 'Anything else? That's beautiful.'

I I'd be interested to hear what the conversation was that led up to the shots being fired because that's to me, it's silly. Guys out here just doing a job and then gets harassed and ultimately, you know, shot by somebody not even involved.

A friend of the speaker, now deceased, conveyed a sequence of decisions and reactions related to military aircraft and orders. The friend said that after the aircraft were sent off, they were recalled by Washington from McNamara. Even before they hit Horizon, they were called back. After reconfiguring, another volley was sent up. Then Johnson got on the phone and said, you better, turn those g d planes around. The speaker quotes the claim that, “I don’t care if, every sailor on that ship gets hurt or whatever killed, but they left us out left us out there to die.” The speaker asserts that “that’s what our government wanted. That’s what Israel wanted.”

An Iraqi rides on the ground, wounded. Marines kill him and then cheer. The speaker describes it as a good and awesome feeling. He says it makes you want to do it again.

I fought not for my country, but for politicians' agendas. I remember killing a man in his bedroom while his wife watched. He reached for a gun because I was in his room at 2 AM. I was there because of a political decision tied to George Bush's vendetta against Saddam Hussein, based on false claims of weapons of mass destruction. I wonder about the man I killed—what if we had met under different circumstances, like sharing coffee in Paris? Would we have liked each other?

As I was running, the shooting started. I could hear someone shouting for a password. I responded by saying there was no password and told them to surrender. I then threw down my weapon and surrendered.

We were in a broken combat situation near Najaf. They weren't even based there; just popping in and out. There were bank runners approaching, and I remember a scared female soldier. I even made a derogatory comment about her in a video. Sadly, she killed herself on the ten-year anniversary, and it really affected me. I decided to leave the video up as a reminder. Later, in Liberia, I saw Rob O'Neil holding back crowds. The locals would come up to us with human heads. They called us "brother Americans" and explained how Liberia was founded by freed American slaves. They were incredibly grateful and even recited parts of the U.S. Constitution. The people in positions of power were cannibals. Due to this curse, I went above and beyond to help others but hurt them in the process.

An Iraqi man was wounded and killed by marines, who then cheered. One marine expressed satisfaction, saying it felt good to see them dead. They were excited to continue. Translation: An Iraqi man was injured and killed by marines, who then cheered. One marine expressed satisfaction, saying it felt good to see them dead. They were excited to continue.

Do not take prisoners, shoot them all! Good job, they got one down! Yes!

Families in the USA, Israel, and elsewhere faced sleepless nights as soldiers invaded homes seeking revenge for fallen soldiers. Orders were to shoot and kill, with commanders justifying actions as retaliation. The violence resulted in innocent deaths and destruction of property, with little connection to actual threats.

In 1948, I was a special agent with CIC (counterintelligence corps) in occupied Germany, stationed in Augsburg, handling a network of German informants, among them Klaus Barbie. I later discovered that he was wanted for murder by the French, and I reported this to my superiors; they told me to keep nice and quiet, saying he was still valuable, and that when he was no longer valuable, we’d turn him over to the French. I thought I would get a promotion for reporting Barbie, but they told me to keep quiet. Colonel Gunther Bernal was an agent informant working for military intelligence in Stuttgart. We provided him a home, a safe house in Ludwigsburg, and I met him three times a week; he brought us information about communists and whatever we wanted to hear. He was certainly a very strong Nazi. I sat in his office one day and opened his album of pictures from the war; in the middle of the album, there was a nice picture of Adolf Hitler. Several other high ranking SS officers came to visit him at the safe house we provided. He told me that if for any reason he needed help, by one telephone call he could contact 200 former SS leaders from Hamburg to Munich. I remember him taking me to a particular spot we uncovered and dug out; there were rifles, small arms, grenades, all nicely wrapped in cosmoline. He said he had thousands of these all over the country, and that sort of made me a little suspicious, and I reported it. They said, well, we know this—they're all working for us in case the communist come across the Iron Curtain. A former SS general, Paul Houser, was a frequent visitor at Bernhaus House, and they worked together hand in glove on certain programs which we didn’t know anything about, and I wasn’t even asked to find out more about it. Somebody above me must have been running this network already at that time.

During the war, the speaker avoids giving a number of kills, saying, "Oh, good lord. I couldn't say." He states, "I was in the Louis Cannes. I blazed away pennies and pennies." He adds, "I I still shall I say, I'm still here." When Mister Williams asks, "was it all worth it?" he replies, "No." He continues, "I wouldn't never ever again, you know, old enough younger. And never get me again to volunteer, not me." "Never." Then, "Why do you say that? I could have. I've seen all this first name, you know, but I've been through it, I'll never volunteer for anything else."

Speaker 0: A federal grand jury in Detroit today charged the 13 top leaders of the weathermen with plotting to bomb public buildings in Chicago, Detroit, New York, and Berkeley, California. A weatherman are the militant faction of the students for a democratic society. Speaker 1: Dedicated revolutionaries working to exploit our weaknesses for the ultimate destruction of The United States system of government as we know it. Speaker 2: Whatever it cost, whatever, you know, destructive kinds of activity we could do against the US government, the bat Speaker 0: What we wanted to do here was deliver the most horrific hit that The United States Government had ever suffered on its territory. Speaker 2: I brought up the subject of what's going to happen after we take over the government. You know, we we become responsible then for administrating, you know, two fifty million people. And there was no answers. No one had given any thought to economics. How are you going to clothe and feed these people? Speaker 0: The only thing that I could get was that they expected that the Cubans and the Vietnamese and the Chinese and the Russians would all want to occupy different portions of The United States. They also believed that their immediate responsibility would be to protect against what they called revolution. And they felt that this counter revolution could best be guarded against by creating and establishing reeducation centers in the Southwest, where we would take all the people who needed to be reeducated into the new way of thinking and teach them how things were going to be. I ask, well, what is going to happen to those people that we can't reeducate, that are die hard capitalists? And the reply was that they'd have to be eliminated. And when I pursued this further, they estimated that they would have to eliminate 25,000,000 people in these reeducation centers. And when I say eliminate, I mean kill. 25,000,000 people. I want you to imagine sitting in a room with 25 people, most of which have graduate degrees from Columbia and other well known educational centers, and hear them figuring out the logistics for the elimination of 25,000,000 people. And they were dead serious.

I was told to come out, so I raised my hands and came out. I came out first, followed by the other guy who was with me. Then the 300 came out and was hit by grenades. So, that's how we surrendered. There was a machine gunner with us, yes, but he didn't fire a single shot. The machine gun remained at the position; we moved away from it. He didn't fire at all during the round.

The marines killed an Iraqi fighter and cheered, feeling good about it. They were excited and ready to do it again.

I was in the army, tough Israeli. 6 soldiers testified to indiscriminate violence in Palestine. They shot without distinction, targeted all males 16-50, and killed those who looked at them. Palestinians were killed fleeing a school, treated homes as souvenir shops, and destroyed property. Soldiers were bored, drew on walls, stole money, and burned down houses after use. Despite objections, commanders ordered destruction.