The photos documenting that era and the brutality of Belgium make me sick in the same way photos of holocaust mass graves do. There’s a famous one of a man who didn’t meet the rubber quota contemplating a pile of severed hands taken from his children that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget. (I chose not to post that photo deliberately. You are welcome to look it up based on my description if you want to see, but don’t say I didn’t warn you afterwards)