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312 pages, Hardcover
Published December 31, 1973
We, who took pride in being more just than the Mamluks, committed daily, and almost by necessity, many unjust acts. The difficulty in recognizing our enemies by shape and color had us killing innocent farmers on a daily basis. [...]
One of the goals of our Egypt expedition had no doubt been to improve the situation of the poor natives. [...] If they, driven by fear, fled their homes upon our arrival, they could be sure of the mud walls of their homes being the only thing left when they returned. Tools, carts, doors, roofs, everything had been used as firewood to cook soup for the soldiers. The clay pots smashed, the grain consumed, the chickens and doves cooked. The only thing remaining were the corpses of the dogs who tried to defend the property of their masters.
... Sometimes, due to their large numbers, we thought their intentions were hostile, and we mistook their cudgels for weapons. This generally resulted in salvoes being launched by our troops before the people had a chance to explain themselves. The dead were buried and friendship was restored, at least until they found an opportunity to exact a bloody vengeance.