And now a quick bite of reality for all you dumbass Americans.
This happened during the Philippine-American War, a war that started after the US bought the Philippines from Spain, and occupied it against the wishes of the population there. They did that *after* the Philippines had already declared their independence, and even though they only had control over Manila, they planned on taking over the Philippines as a whole.
Hostilities started when an American soldier shot a Filipino soldier, after which the US President at the time *lied* to America and said that Manila had been attacked by rebels.
During the war, hundreds of thousands of Philipino civilians died, many of those were killed by the Americans and others died because they were placed into camps (I believe they were called "safe areas") where they died of famine and disease. American military often referred to the war as a "n.igger killing business".
Here's a letter by a US corporal that was published in the Ney York World:
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"It was on the 27th of December, the anniversary of my birth and I shall never forget the scenes I witnessed that day. As we approached the town the word passed along the line that there would be no prisoners taken. It meant we were to shot every living thing in sight-man, woman or child. The first shot was fired by the first sergeant of our company. His target was a mere boy who was coming down the mountain path into town astride of a carabao. The boy was not struck by the bullet, but that was not the Sergeants fault. The little Filipino boy slid from the back of his carabao and fled in terror up the mountain side. Half a dozen shots were fired after him.
The shooting now had attracted the villagers who came out of their homes in alarm wondering what it all meant. They offered no offense, did not display a weapon, made no hostile movements whatsoever but they were ruthlessly shot down in cold blood, men and women and children. The poor natives huddled together or fled in terror. Many were pursued and
killed in the spot. Two old men bearing a white flag and clasping hands like 2 brothers approached the lines. Their hair was white. They fairly tottered, they were so feeble under the weight of years. To my horror and that of the other men in the command, the order was given to fire and the 2 old men were shot down in their tracks.
We entered the village. A man who had been on a sickbed appeared at the doorway of his home. He received a bullet in the abdomen and fell dead in the doorway.
In another village a mother with a babe at her breast and two young children at her side pleaded for mercy. She feared to leave her home which was fired-accidentally, I belive. She faced the flames with her children and not a hand was raised to save her or the little ones. They perished miserably. It was sure death if she left the house-It was death if she remained. She feared the American soldiers, however, worse than the devouring flames".
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Now, these "terrorists" were fighting against the people illegally occupying their country and killing their people. It wouldn't be a stretch to argue that they're actually heroes instead of terrorists.
So, the guy whose "style" you all seem to like so much, was actually a brutal murderer. Remember, the terrorists were actually just opposing forces. This whole story isn't much different than "terrorists" capturing 50 Americans and beheading them...