It’s a truism of the snooze media’s behavior that, even in the worst of times, they count the severity of a disaster by its number of dead. They tend to ignore the merely injured. Hopefully, not this time:
“All of us at the hospital have been left with an overwhelming sense of sadness. The lives that we touched will never be the same. Many of these victims will never walk. Some may not survive.”
The permanently maimed, crippled, and disfigured, like the handiwork of Jihadis everywhere, deserve their fifteen minutes, if only to underscore what the baby-faced monster terrorist of Boston and his boxer brother did.
















Yes, dead people make better headlines, I guess. And I don’t expect all the journos know that according to a military doctrine, wounding a soldiers is considered more effective than killing him.
Indeed, and one reason is that it slows the others down who stop to try to help their comrades. It also demoralizes the unhurt who see what happens when you’re not killed outright.
Like everyone else in the combat arms, I started out with intense training in conventional warfare. One distinct lesson was during defensive ops, dug in, and that was to have the machine guns set to fire about knee high, for that express purpose.