At 1 minute 10 seconds in this video you see a soldier pick up a stuffed bunny and die. My Father taught me not to do that…
Dad was a Combat Engineer in W.W.II. While lots of folks claim “First In / Last Out” in fact they go in and exit over bridges and other entries built by Combat Engineers. They leave THEN the Combat Engineer blows up the bridge. Or the Combat Engineer builds the bridge under enemy fire then they cross it to go in. Dad did just that.
One of the things he taught me was “NEVER ever pick up a souvenir”. Why? Because a lot of his time was spent disarming booby trapped “things”. It might be a doll, or a Luger, or a doorway or whatever. The Germans in W.W.II did a LOT of booby traps as they retreated. My Dad took them apart. For whatever it is worth, at about 8 years old I was instructed in how to spot and disarm them (and how to disarm German W.W.II land mines and other, now, relatively useless explosive techniques… but the concepts have eternal value… )
To some extent my career as a White Hat computer security guy is an extension of his career as a White Hat in W.W.II identifying and eliminating explosive threats. Is it really useful to know how to find and identify an “anti-handling trigger” on a W.W.II tank mine? Or is it just useful to know such things exist and to look for them? Eh?
FWIW, Dad survived the invasion (landed about day 2-3 on Utah beach I think), Went to Cherbourg to rebuild the port for Allied use for a few weeks, then crossed France into Germany. Building bridges and blowing up stuff along the way.
Somewhere in eastern France he traded his M1 Carbine to a foot soldier for an M1 Garand. The foot soldier wanted something lighter to carry and Dad was happy to take the higher fire power into his “Duce and a half” truck. (2.5 ton truck that Dad drove off the LST on the beach).
Oddly, my Dad was important to getting the Spousal Dad where he needed to be. Seems that my Dad was busy building bridges that the Airborne needed once they were on the ground. Spousal Dad went in as 100 st. Airborne but British Liaison Officer, so landed on a British Glider. (I have his Sykes Knife, given to him by his British liaison contacts as a token of acceptance… used, no doubt. Really, without doubt … from his mouth to my ears..) So these two danced across Europe without knowing their children would one day meet..
Have I transmitted this heritage well enough to my kids? I fear not so much. But, OTOH, it seems the Son “gets it” despite my failings.
The Point? America depends on “people like me” and my kids. We “get it” for better or worse. Banning won’t work as we have a 1000 years of flowing around obstacles. And YOU depend on US. Think about that for just a little while. Who makes your email “go”, and who takes apart the bombs intended to blow up you and yours? People “like me”.
Perhaps it is not so great an idea to piss off “people like me”. Eh?