They sit in their pubs, pints and fags in hand, enraptured gawps as they watch the bodycam of one of their soldiers kick down the door. There's the clipped crack of gunfire and a blur of grey action. The dust settles and there's one dead man and two dead women in a small room, the soldier's allies standing over them. In the pubs, the men cheer.
Paddy Dobson
15th October 2023