It's the women, you know.

I hope Kipling forgives me for this update of "The Young British Soldier." I think, under the circumstances, he would.

If you're wounded and left on India's plains,
'Cause the women come chop you into remains,
And then take your rifle and blow out your brains,
Just go to your hell like a terrorist.

The terrorists in the picture learned what Kipling knew and wrote: the female of the species is more deadly than the male.