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Bombs Away and Smash Hits at Home 57 sensational trench scene generals hunch over maps dotted with Martian landing sites, while the uncle of Doctor Forester’s love interest, Sylvia Van Buren, ignores the generals’ warnings and approaches the Martian starfleet. Significantly, Uncle Matthew is a Protestant minister, yet his role as a cleric is distinctly opposite to the presence of religion as I describe it elsewhere in this study: that is, the presence of “God, in his wisdom,” stepping in to defeat the Martians in their ultra-metonymic state. In contrast, Uncle Matthew espouses the ultra-metaphoric reading of the invaders, that the Martians are not to be feared for their differences but welcomed, even admired, since “more advanced than us, they should be nearer the Creator for that reason.” The minister approaches the advancing fleet, reciting Psalm 23 as he goes, with violin music swelling in the background. Like the three townsmen, he is vaporized where he stands. Sylvia, from the generals’ bunker, begins screaming; the outburst excites the anger of the Martians who destroy the bunker and military men (everyone, in fact, except Clayton and Sylvia) and wreak several miles of havoc in the surrounding countryside. In direct opposition, then, to the indictment of hawkish U.S.-Soviet relations suggested in the first approach scene, in this second scene, a “brotherly love” policy is associated with a well-meaning but benighted elderly (old-fashioned and outdated) element in foreign policy and with the hysterical reactions of women out of their element. It is thus cast into serious doubt and in fact blamed for the escalation of the Martians’ hostilities and the damage that follows from it. In both these scenes, the question of to what degree these invaders are like us is further confused but ultimately answered by the horror influences found here: differing importantly from the mindless destroyers of classic sci-fi, these invaders do indeed seem to have a will, an intent, and a taste for blood. They do not merely sweep down a path, heaven help whoever may be walking in it, but aim their destructive forces at those who have threatened them. In both scenes they are made to seem, because their victims are so overpowered, as embodiments of evil, but I would point out that the “evil” invader is an important step up from the “mindless” one in the register of enemy subjectivity. Fully graduated from the robotic and