In article <1993Apr20.214322.8698@kpc.com> henrik@quayle.kpc.com  writes:  OY] Henrik (?), OY] Your ignorance manifests itself in an awkward form of intransigence. I'm not OY] going to spend time to review with you the recent history of Cyprus.   >	Good !! Go back to your references and read it over and over ...  I wish the fascist x-Soviet Armenian government would do that. Well, if you prefer to imagine that the American, European, Jewish and Armenian  scholars were trying to mislead 'Arromdians', be my guest.   Source: Stanford J. Shaw, on Armenian collaboration with invading Russian armies in 1914, "History of the Ottoman Empire and Modern Turkey (Volume II: Reform, Revolution & Republic: The Rise of Modern Turkey, 1808-1975)." (London, Cambridge University Press 1977). pp. 315-316.  "In April 1915 Dashnaks from Russian Armenia organized a revolt in the city   of Van, whose 33,789 Armenians comprised 42.3 percent of the population,   closest to an Armenian majority of any city in the Empire...Leaving Erivan   on April 28, 1915, Armenian volunteers reached Van on May 14 and organized   and carried out a general slaughter of the local Muslim population during   the next two days while the small Ottoman garrison had to retreat to the  southern side of the lake."   Source: "World Alive, A Personal Story" by Robert Dunn. Crown Publishers,  Inc., New York (1952).  (Memoirs of an American officer who witnessed the Armenian genocide of 2.5   million Muslim people)  p. 361 (seventh paragraph) and p. 362 (first paragraph).   'The most are inside houses. Come you and look.'  'No, dammit! My stomach isn't-'  'One is a Turkish officer in uniform. Him you must see.'  "We were under those trees by the mosque, in an open space....  'I don't believe you," I said, but followed to a nail-studded door. The    man pushed it ajar, then spurred away, leaving me to check on the corpse.    I thought I should, this charge was so constant, so gritted my teeth and    went inside.   The place was cool but reeked of sodden ashes, and was dark at first, for   its stone walls had only window slits. Rags strewed the mud floor around an   iron tripod over embers that vented their smoke through roof beams black   with soot. All looked bare and empty, but in an inner room flies buzzed. As   the door swung shut behind me I saw they came from a man's body lying face   up, naked but for its grimy turban. He was about fifty years old by what   was left of his face - a rifle butt had bashed an eye. The one left slanted,   as with Tartars rather than with Turks. Any uniform once on him was gone, so   I'd no proof which he was, and quickly went out, gagging at the mess of his    slashed genitals."  p. 363 (first paragraph).    'How many people lived there?'  'Oh, about eight hundred.' He yawned.  'Did you see any Turk officers?'  'No, sir. I was in at dawn. All were Tartar civilians in mufti.'   "The lieutenant dozed off, then I, but in the small hours a voice woke me -   Dro's. He stood in the starlight bawling out an officer. Anyone keelhauled  so long and furiously I'd never heard. Then abruptly Dro broke into   laughter, quick and simple as child's. Both were a cover for his sense  of guilt, I thought, or hoped. For somehow, despite my boast of irreligion,  Christian massacring 'infidels' was more horrible than the reverse would  have been.   From daybreak on, Armenian villagers poured in from miles around.....  The women plundered happily, chattering like ravens as they picked over  the carcass of Djul. They hauled out every hovel's chattels, the last   scrap of food or cloth, and staggered away, packing pots, saddlebags,   looms, even spinning-wheels.   'Thank you for a lot, Dro,' I said to him back in camp. 'But now I must   leave.'...We shook hands, the captain said 'A bientot, mon camarade.' And   for hours the old Molokan scout and I plodded north across parching plains.   Like Lot's wife I looked back once to see smoke bathing all, doubtless in   a sack of other Moslem villages up to the line of snow that was Iran.'"  p. 354.  "At morning tea, Dro and his officers spread out a map of this whole  high region called the Karabakh. Deep in tactics, they spoke Russian,  but I got their contempt for Allied 'neutral' zones and their distrust  of promises made by tribal chiefs. A campaign shaped; more raids on  Moslem villages."  p. 358.  "It will be three hours to take," Dro told me. We'd close in on three  sides. "The men on foot will not shoot, but use only the bayonets," Merrimanov said, jabbing a rifle in dumbshow. "That is for morale," Dro put in. "We must keep the Moslems in terror." "Soldiers or civilians?" I asked. "There is no difference," said Dro. "All are armed, in uniform or not." "But the women and children?" "Will fly with the others as best they may."  p. 360.  "The ridges circled a wide expanse, its floors still. Hundreds of feet   down, the fog held, solid as cotton flock. 'Djul lies under that,' said   Dro, pointing. 'Our men also attack from the other sides.'   Then, 'Whee-ee!' - his whistle lined up all at the rock edge. Bayonets  clicked upon carbines. Over plunged Archo, his black haunches rippling;  then followed the staff, the horde - nose to tail, bellies taking the  spur. Armenia in action seemed more like a pageant than war, even though   I heard our Utica brass roar.   As I watched from the height, it took ages for Djul to show clear. A tsing  of machine-gun fire took over from the thumping batteries; cattle lowed,  dogs barked, invisible, while I ate a hunk of cheese and drank from a snow  puddle. Mist at last folded upward as men shouted, at first heard faintly.  The came a shrill wailing.   Now among the cloud-streaks rose darker wisps - smoke. Red glimmered about  house walls of stone or wattle, into dry weeds on roofs. A mosque stood in  clump of trees, thick and green. Through crooked alleys on fire, horsemen  were galloping after figures both mounted and on foot.   'Tartarski!' shouted the gunner by me. Others pantomimed them in escape  over the rocks, while one twisted a bronze shell-nose, loaded, and yanked  breech-cord, firing again and again. Shots wasted, I thought, when by  afternoon I looked in vain for fallen branch or body. But these shots and  the white bursts of shrapnel in the gullies drowned the women's cries.   At length all shooting petered out. I got on my horse and rode down toward  Djul. It burned still but little flame showed now. The way was steep and   tough, through dense scrub. Finally on flatter ground I came out suddenly,  through alders, on smoldering houses. Across trampled wheat my brothers-in-  arms were leading off animals, several calves and a lamb."  p. 361 (fourth paragraph).  "Corpses came next, the first a pretty child with straight black hair,   large eyes. She looked about twelve years old. She lay in some stubble   where meal lay scattered from the sack she'd been toting. The bayonet   had gone through her back, I judged, for blood around was scant. Between   the breasts one clot, too small for a bullet wound, crusted her homespun   dress.   The next was a boy of ten or less, in rawhide jacket and knee-pants. He   lay face down in the path by several huts. One arm reached out to the   pewter bowl he'd carried, now upset upon its dough. Steel had jabbed   just below his neck, into the spine.    There were grownups, too, I saw as I led the sorrel around. Djul was   empty of the living till I looked up to see beside me Dro's German-speaking   colonel. He said all Tartars who had not escaped were dead."  p. 358.   "...more stories of Armenian murdering Turks when the czarist troops fled   north. My hosts told me of their duty here: to keep tabs on brigands,    Turkish troop shifts, hidden arms, spies - Christian, Red or Tartar -   coming in from Transcaucasus. Then they spoke of the hell that would    break loose if Versailles were to put, as threatened, the six 'Armenian'   vilayets of Turkey under the control of Erevan...    An Armenia without Armenians! Turks under Christian rule? His lips   smacked in irony under the droopy red moustache. That's bloodshed - just   Smyrna over again on a bigger scale."   Source: "U.S. Library of Congress": 'Bristol Papers' - General           Correspondence Container #34.   "While the Dashnaks were in power they did everything in the world to keep the   pot boiling by attacking Kurds, Turks and Tartars; by committing outrages   against the Moslems; by massacring the Moslems; and robbing and destroying   their homes;....During the last two years the Armenians in Russian Caucasus   have shown no ability to govern themselves and especially no ability to    govern or handle other races under their power."   Source: K. Gurun, "The Armenian File," (London, Nicosia, Istanbul, 1985).  "Many Muslim villages have been destroyed by the soldiers of Armenian troops  armed with cannons and machine guns before the eyes of our troops and the  people.....According to documented information, 28 Muslim villages have  been destroyed...young Muslim women have been taken to Kars and Gumru,  hundreds of women and children who were able to flee their villages were  beaten and killed in the mountains..."  Source: W. E. D. Allen and Paul Muratoff, "Caucasian Battlefields,"          Cambridge University Press, 1953, p. 481.   "As the Armenians found support among the Reds (who regarded the Tartars  as a counter-revolutionary elements) the fighting soon became a massacre  of the Tartar population."    Source: General Bronsart wrote as follows in an article in the July 24,          1921 issue of the newspaper "Deutsche Allgemeine Zeitung:"  "Since all the Moslems capable of bearing arms were in the Turkish Army,  it was easy to organize a terrible massacre by the Armenians against  defenseless people, because the Armenians were not only attacking the  sides and rear of the Eastern Army paralyzed at the front by the   Russians, but were attacking the Moslem folk in the region as well."  Source: Quoted by General Hamelin in a letter to the High Commissioner,         February 2, 1919, in the official history, "Les Armees Francaises          au Levant," vol. 1, p. 122.   "They [Armenians] burned and destroyed many Turkish villages as punitive   measures in their advance and practically all Turkish villages in their   retreat from Marash."  Source: John Dewey, "The Turkish Tragedy", The New Republic, Volume 40,          November 12, 1928, pp. 268-269.   "that they [Armenians] boasted of having raised an army of one hundred    and fifty thousand men to fight a civil war, and that they burned at    least a hundred Turkish villages and exterminated their population."  Need I go on?  Serdar Argic