You must pardon me while I attempt to experience an aneurysm.
See if you can follow me on this one.
In Afghanistan, the Taliban are recovering from us stomping a mudhole in their collective butts and then walking it dry. They are, in a nutshell, becoming pains-in-the-arse -- again.
Given this, don't you think that the opportunity to reduce the majority of the Taliban HMFICs into itty-bitty pieces flying past Allah's crapper at blast-wave velocities just might be too good to pass up?
There they were. Packed cheek-to-jowl and nut-to-butt in one nice big open area, and us with a Hellfire-armed Predator drone accidentally stumbling by. The ultimate Afghani Target-Rich environment.
And we didn't do a damned thing about it, except watch the little goat-molesters scamper back into the hills.
You know why we let them go?
Because they were in a cemetery, and it might be bad P.R. to disassemble a cemetery just to kill 190 TALIBAN PISMIRES!
Are you [deleted] me?! It's a CEMETERY! Hell, use enough explosive and you can kill the little bastards AND bury them, all at the same time! It's a Public Service!
Think of the financial favour we'd be doing for their relatives -- gravediggers don't come cheap.
This is what I'm talking about. We've got 190+ Taliban -- certified Bad Dudes -- in an area with not a whole lot of innocent by-standers, said area also coincidentally containing an veritable truck-load of gravestones which make absolutely wonderful shrapnel in the presence of high-explosives; and what do we do?
We just watch them gambol off into the hills, with nary a care on their homicidal little minds.
What the [deleted] kind of war is this?
Yes. They were in a cemetery. Yes, high-explosives do Bad Things to cemeteries. Damn the luck and you may fire when ready, Gridley.
I despair, I really do.