Our national idea as a nation of poachers

 Let's create bonfires under the concertina (cutting barbed wire) trapped and tormented moose by our border with the Belarus and roast them alive. After all, war, even a fictional hybrid, requires casualties. 

 Let's steal a part of that concertina and use it for additional fencing of the most beautiful corners of Lithuania, that we have already fenced off by less spectacular means. Then we will be able to roast moose without being seen by the Belarusian border guards.