The correct answer to the question I asked.
What if it’s your family or friends in that field (in the Infantry, they’re both) and you’ve captured a suspect/terrorist/soldier who knows the location of the mines? Or at least you’re fairly certain that he does. Not 100% positive, but pretty damn close. Close enough for government work anyway.
Sure, your boys have already strip searched the guy and have come up with nothing but photos of his wife and kids, or maybe a letter from his mom. Harmless enough.
You tell me. What do you do?
Well, here’s exactly what you do. If available, you’re to offer tea and crumpets. Maybe a light appetizer, or a glass of wine, but whatever you do. Do not under any circumstance, spoil their dinner.
Per, The Chosen One, and his Attorney General, Skippy the Frenchman.
Personally I would start at the toes with a sharp flensing kinfe. If he did not squeal by the time I reached his knees I would go to more persuasive means.
I would offer tea and crumpets as I asked him politely just once where the mines were. If he did not answer me then I would offer him a light appetizer, while I looked up on the internet how to waterboard his ass. If that didn’t work I’d give him the glass of wine to drink while I went out to the garage to get my linesman pliers, needle nose pliers, tin snips, a hammer, a hand full of nails and a car battery.
Well, koucha and pork were close.
“Oh him, well he’s and Apache Indian. He’s never quite satisfied with the sharpness of his knife. He’ll be continuing the questioning if I get tired. We hate to do that since it is kind of a one shot deal. We usually have to put the people he questions in unmarked graves. Not to big a problem since you only have to dig a 3 x 3 pit.” WW II Ranger questioning a German soldier in North Africa.