Nice one, Bob - one paragraph grudgingly admitting some atrocities in Belgium (maybe), but no real detail. Then five paragraphs of excuses to deflect attention away from the nub of the matter.
If nothing else, Bob, your consistency in espousing your "faith in German kultur" deserves admiration (albeit grudgingly and incredulously, and with more than a little humour).
Cheers - salesie.
Let me give you some detail, referring to the publications that you favor for determining what actually happened in Belgium.
Along the roads of occupied France and Belgium, the Germans dug 100,000 pits, sort of like the famous Vietnamese "tiger cages". In each pit was a Belgian or French young girl or woman, chained down with her legs spread by chains. These were set up so that any German troops marching down the road, or any troops stationed in the area, if they were afflicted with a genital itch, could lower themselves into the pit and rape the child or woman.
Another shocking bit of evidence of the "Rape of Belgium" was the fact that the roads of Flanders and northern France swarmed with Belgian girls, all seemingly about 15. Each, of course, had been raped by the Hun, and then either their right or their left hand was cut off by the Hun. But never both hands. They never were cut off at the wrist, not at the elbow, but always mid-way between wrist and elbow. All of these girls were scantily clad, even though it was winter. They wandered the roads endlessly, no one or the authorities did not take them in, or gave them a proper coat, and there were so many that they were a serious traffic hazard.
As I am writing about the actions of III. Reservekorps
in the August-November 1914 period, I checked out a Belgian official or semi-official history, published about 1921, titled, in translation, The German Invasion
(in translation), if memory serves, and the large book is full of these stories. There was not one word on military operations. One thing that stuck in my mind was what was supposed to be a letter from a German officer to his brother, saying, among other things: "It is hard work here, crucifying people, and bayonetting babies, but we carry on happily." (From memory, but close.) Of course no names, or units, no date or places, no original German, certainly no facsimile of the letter, nor any clue to how the Belgians got this letter the war. The book was about 60% this stuff, and 40% glorification of the Belgian royal family and high-ranking officials. Reading the book, with the exception of one name, one would not imagine that there was a single Flemish person in Belgium, everyone was a Walloon.
Trying to arrive at some measure of historical truth by reading this stuff is simply absurd, a Fool's Errand. (I did note from your web-site that your primary avocation is writing fantasy.)
I was quite surprised at your post, where you seemed to be annoyed that I mentioned that I bought an actual autograph diary written, day by day, during the invasion, written by a rather articulate NCO from my grand-father's army corps, and had started to translate it. That is the sort of effort that would be necessary to edge closer to what actually happened there. As I said, the first two pages that I translated already seem very interesting, and shed light. But one has to work with materials from all sides, and many different narratives, to begin to edge toward the truth. One also has to get to the Flemish experience. (The diary mentions how, as they marched in and turned north, they were warmly greeted by what he called "the Dutch population", clearly the Flemish.) At that time the Flemish were a despised and discriminated-against minority, it seems. (Also recall Captain Dunn, in his excellent The War that the Infantry Knew, repeatedly reporting how the French were shooting Flemish in Flanders for plowing with a white horse or hanging their laundry to dry, in 1918.) Getting a better handle on the Walloon/Flemish question during the war (and now) would also shed light on things.
But I have no illusion that lots of posters really care what actually happened in Belgium.