.. and then there's stupidity:

In a muddy field overlooking the smoke-blackened Gaza Strip skyline on Tuesday, young soldiers from an Israeli tank unit linked arms with euphoric civilians and joined them in the hora, a circular dance, in anticipation of a possible ground invasion of the Palestinian territory.

Go team!

If you want to know about muddy fields... Well...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses [whatever], row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Flanders meaning Passchendaele. You want mud, read about it.

NOTE I left out the second part of the poem. That's the part that keeps the dreadful wheel turning -- much as the hora, above, does.