About this time a century ago, Pancho Villa raided the US town of Columbus, New Mexico, and the adjoining US Army camp, and occupied it a few days, killing, burning, robbing the bank.  The dead were mostly US soldiers.

General 'Blackjack' Pershing pursued him all over northern Mexico, fought him in Juarez.  My granddad used to tell me about sitting on a rooftop in El Paso watching the artillery duel and battling on the other side of the border.

But, of course, the wind changed rapidly and all was soon forgotten:

Probably Villa felt more comfortable with a smiling Blackjack Pershing at his side than he did with Zapata not smiling:

Pancho and Lefty.  You have to wonder whether Lefty's the guy in the lower picture, or in the one above it.

Anyway, you might call Villa the father of 20th Century US foreign policy.  The pattern followed us all the way through it.

Jack

"All the Federales say

They could have caught him any day.

They only let him get away

Out of kindness, I suppose."

From "Pancho an Lefty", Townes Van Zandt.