My People Are Cowards

There are Giants in my town. 

They have destroyed many items of infrastructure to facilitate their passage through city, including lightpoles, traffic signals and footpaths. They are discriminate. We suspect they were brought here by the French, who cannot be trusted. It is a bold escalation in what was otherwise a cold or, at worst, simmering war. This cannot be excused.

And yet, none will battle them. All know that giants create ruckus, and that giants should be battled forever until there are no more giants.  I want to know why my people are not battling them. I suspect cowardice.

They must be shown. I will show them. I have studied the movements of the giants. I have armed myself; I will lead a force at daybreak.

Do not mourn the giant...