those British soldiers, looking back on
what happened that night:
A guy still in his pajamas came out
cursing, wielding a lamp, and
whacked Stan across the head. Stan
dodged the next one and decked the
bloke with his rifle butt. I knew full
well that a lot of the lads were taking
this opportunity to vent their anger
over things already done. Heads were
being cracked and houses trashed
from top to bottom. Everything in the
houses became a mass of rubble, but,
out of the blur, little sharp details still
cut through: school photos; smiley
family pictures (cracked); trinkets