Thank you for these links, Davina and SH. Heartbreaking. Reminds me how lucky I am to have somehow missed the tragedies of war, any war, in my life so far.
Seems there are still many opinions out there about foreknowledge and decisions. I won't pretend to have one. I think it is true that one of the reasons that we like fictional characters like Mycroft is that it reassures us that somebody out there knows everything, is managing everything, will make all the decisions and let us cheer or jeer them with impunity.
Well, I say "we/us". I mean to say "I/me".
My guess is that the truth of any situation like this is that it is a lot more chaotic and ill-defined than any of us would like to know.
This also reminds me that the writers of Sherlock are always walking a fine line. Storytelling works best when it has reality mixed in (as they demonstrate in the Fall), the trick is to find the right balance. Reading about those real casualties at Coventry, the real mass burials there... Then to think of Mycroft's outrageous solution, an airplane full of corpses... It makes my stomach curl. But there it is, you see, I was delighted with Bond Air when I was watching Scandal, how very clever! Only afterwards does it leach into my mind that it could be regarded as a bit "not good".
Not sure I am being clear. Love Sherlock, murder mysteries in general. Simply musing on my willingness to get delightfully lost in fictional tragedy while at the same time abhorring the real thing. I suppose this is natural, how would writers make a living otherwise? 
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