But what I remembered was the torso in the square, the baby on its mother’s lap. They had not been warned; they had not been sufficiently important. And if the parade had taken place would they have not been there just the same, out of curiousity, to see the soldiers, and hear the speakers, and throw the flowers? A two-hundred-pound bomb does not discriminate. How many dead colonels justify a child’s or a trishaw driver’s death when you are building a national democratic front?

Graham Greene, The Quiet American