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Bankers war’s. What this tyrannical government want for your sons and daughters. From FB “He was nineteen years old when the camera captured him tied to a wooden post at 6:42 a.m., just five minutes before the British Army would end his life at a camp in France on June 7, 1919. Private Henry Morrison had enlisted at seventeen after lying about his age. He survived the trenches of Passchendaele, where thirty-two men from his platoon were killed in just three days, and emerged as the only one left alive. The war did not break his body—it shattered his mind. His hands shook constantly. Sleep rarely came. Sudden noises sent him into panic. What we now recognize as post-traumatic stress disorder was dismissed then as cowardice. On November 3, 1918, only eight days before the Armistice, Henry’s unit was ordered over the top once more. When the whistle blew, his body froze. He could not move. Seventy seconds later, he ran. He was later found miles behind the lines, trembling in a ruined barn. He was arrested and charged with desertion. His court-martial took place four days after the war had ended. Three officers with no medical training debated his fate for just seventeen minutes. The defense argued that Henry was suffering from shell shock. The verdict was death. Appeals were denied. Discipline, they said, mattered more than mercy. At 6:47 a.m., eight rifles fired. Six bullets struck his chest. The marker over his grave made it clear he had not died with honor. It would take eighty-seven years for the British government to admit the truth—that men like Henry were not cowards, but traumatized soldiers suffering wounds no one understood or wanted to acknowledge. In 2006, he was finally pardoned, long after it could change anything for him. And as you imagine that photograph — a terrified teenager crying, pleading, and waiting to be killed by his own army — you’re left with a haunting question: how many lives were destroyed not by the enemy, but by a system that punished the broken for breaking?”