Fetching a pail of water seems a simple enough task: A leisurely stroll through the shady fruit trees of the orchard that separates their handsome little cottage from the hill. The sun shines lightly on their backs and on Jack's broad shoulders as marshmallow-like clouds drift by, casting deep cool shadows on the rolling grass robed hills. Honey fairly drips from the combs as here and there a few bees sleepily drone about in the wild flowers. What could possibly go wrong on such a fine day?
The picturesque portrayal of such tasks — The way the retrieval of a simple bucket of water, a mission of peace keeping, or the rebuilding of a nation are sold to you — precludes the possibility that anything can possibly go wrong, or so you'd be led to believe.
Of course that portrayal isn't true. You know how the rhyme goes:
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
It should be obvious that nearly every piece of information you've been given is simply untrue; it's just propaganda that's used to idealise a tragedy that hasn't yet happened, to make you more accepting of the consequences.