General Adamley: You were piloting an F-105 Thunderchief. This was our first unit, 355th Tactical Fighter Wing out of Thailand... I was Forward Air Commander. I gave you your directions. [reads from file] "From I.P., heading 273 for 10.5 miles. Your target is north-south running bridge over river, one kilometer to the tree line running east-west."
Leo: It was a military target.
Adamley: It was a civilian target. It was a dam. There were eleven civilian casualties.
Leo: Why did you tell me that?
Adamley: Because you could be charged and tried for a war crime.
Leo: Why did you tell me that?!
Adamley: All wars are crimes.
Leo: It was a military target.
Adamley: It was a civilian target. It was a dam. There were eleven civilian casualties.
Leo: Why did you tell me that?
Adamley: Because you could be charged and tried for a war crime.
Leo: Why did you tell me that?!
Adamley: All wars are crimes.
— The West Wing, "War Crimes"
"Sancho rose and removed some distance from the spot, but as he was about to place himself leaning against another tree he felt something touch his head, and putting up his hands encountered somebody's two feet with shoes and stockings on them. He trembled with fear and made for another tree, where the very same thing happened to him, and he fell a-shouting, calling upon Don Quixote to come and protect him. Don Quixote did so, and asked him what had happened to him, and what he was afraid of. Sancho replied that all the trees were full of men's feet and legs. Don Quixote felt them, and guessed at once what it was, and said to Sancho, "Thou hast nothing to be afraid of, for these feet and legs that thou feelest but canst not see belong no doubt to some outlaws and freebooters that have been hanged on these trees; for the authorities in these parts are wont to hang them up by twenties and thirties when they catch them; whereby I conjecture that I must be near Barcelona;" and it was, in fact, as he supposed; with the first light they looked up and saw that the fruit hanging on those trees were freebooters' bodies."
“Yes, that’s right! Exactly! You are wonderfully daring! Lion-hearted! That’s precisely why you had no fear! No fear of anything at all! Not ten thousand foes, not generals who outrank you, not mystical retaliation, not superhuman fiends... Not even staining your own hands with the blood of countless innocents.”
—The Count of St. Germain, Fate/strange Fake
