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the history and indoctrination of infantry infant re cruits de rim u derimu, I count (old high irish) gityeirishup, er shut yer leprechaun trap, clap three times, spit wit the wind. reason countable you are trained to focus, aim, miss, aim, miss, aim miss, come let's cipher this thang out, raison d'etre, and all... aims, though misses all count for nothing, valenced by one heartfelt hit t' knock the lie right. old man re crew recurrent reason to let this be re al, always, already re pulsing pulsing pulsing aim, loose... spit wit'thwind... ---- war seen from after his jet died-- ---- vicarious warriors can't match ---- the missing memories. Prisoners enobled warriors endurent indoctrined to prevail "did I train well enough to do my job?" Win the war. Right, that was your job, all along. What?... no will to win a war without a reason not willing to question reason authority doctrines in undated rulebooks only lawyers can read, that's a rule. sacrifice and suffering un common valor *** common virtue how do you win? -- my guess, really love my enemies. As good a way to die as any I've tried. ----- war stories on youtube. imagine that and sure as hellen highwater was easy I gotta call armchair-back o' the arm bullshistory, as I wipe a smeared memory bullsss'it... RTOs don't walk point, not back when you had the radio, or said y'did, nor did ye rereguard, when you have the radio, Pr'ck 25 (like a cell phone weighing 25 pounds, with a 5 mile range, and no data. One to a team, as we squellch squellch out) Nah, the guy's lying, but it will hurt his kid's feelings, if I say so, or he could believe his own hero myth, I do. ---- nah, war stories are all we remember ever after, happy as helen highwater was to find you after fifty years on facebook. *** FTA, it don't mean nuthin' it was so silly, this is not the way it's supposed to be, we were the redcoats. We were hanging Johnny Tremain Ngyuen, wasting the last crawling, man, the first starlight scope flash bright green white FNG popped a flare. --- when do we call ******** --- For the price of a baseball cap, a fool can claim honor other fools died for. Silly little war. Eighteen thousand eleven bravos of aver age age Twenty-two. Ooh ooh, like Pappa Doc 22 voodoo doopy doo doopy doo Duvalier, Ton Ton M'coo hey. okeh we got you. You thought crazy, now you can stop. --- there was a war and nobody won. --- safe. passed madness has passed on. --- see what good you may imagine done. --- work that out, without making enemies. April Fool. Why has this day always been about me? Ask yourself. There exist degrees of foolishness, none fashionable beyond twenty-two. footnote: https://www.uswings.com/about-us-wings/vietnam-war-facts/ Who has a guess why facebook would refuse a link to this page. ***** about it. Census Stats and “I Served in Vietnam” Wanabees 1,713,823 of those who served in Vietnam were still alive as of August, 1995 (census figures). During that same Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served was: 9,492,958. As of the current Census taken during August, 2000, the surviving U.S. Vietnam Veteran population estimate is: 1,002,511. This is hard to believe, losing nearly 711,000 between ’95 and ’00. That’s 390 per day. During this Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served in-country is: 13,853,027. By this census, FOUR OUT OF FIVE WHO CLAIM TO BE VIETNAM VETS ARE NOT. This makes calculations of those alive, even in 2017, difficult to maintain.
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
A story told bold, on Fools' day
the history and indoctrination of infantry infant re cruits de rim u derimu, I count (old high irish) gityeirishup, er shut yer leprechaun trap, clap three times, spit wit the wind. reason countable you are trained to focus, aim, miss, aim, miss, aim miss, come let's cipher this thang out, raison d'etre, and all... aims, though misses all count for nothing, valenced by one heartfelt hit t' knock the lie right. old man re crew recurrent reason to let this be re al, always, already re pulsing pulsing pulsing aim, loose... spit wit'thwind... ---- war seen from after his jet died-- ---- vicarious warriors can't match ---- the missing memories. Prisoners enobled warriors endurent indoctrined to prevail "did I train well enough to do my job?" Win the war. Right, that was your job, all along. What?... no will to win a war without a reason not willing to question reason authority doctrines in undated rulebooks only lawyers can read, that's a rule. sacrifice and suffering un common valor *** common virtue how do you win? -- my guess, really love my enemies. As good a way to die as any I've tried. ----- war stories on youtube. imagine that and sure as hellen highwater was easy I gotta call armchair-back o' the arm bullshistory, as I wipe a smeared memory bullsss'it... RTOs don't walk point, not back when you had the radio, or said y'did, nor did ye rereguard, when you have the radio, Pr'ck 25 (like a cell phone weighing 25 pounds, with a 5 mile range, and no data. One to a team, as we squellch squellch out) Nah, the guy's lying, but it will hurt his kid's feelings, if I say so, or he could believe his own hero myth, I do. ---- nah, war stories are all we remember ever after, happy as helen highwater was to find you after fifty years on facebook. *** FTA, it don't mean nuthin' it was so silly, this is not the way it's supposed to be, we were the redcoats. We were hanging Johnny Tremain Ngyuen, wasting the last crawling, man, the first starlight scope flash bright green white FNG popped a flare. --- when do we call ******** --- For the price of a baseball cap, a fool can claim honor other fools died for. Silly little war. Eighteen thousand eleven bravos of aver age age Twenty-two. Ooh ooh, like Pappa Doc 22 voodoo doopy doo doopy doo Duvalier, Ton Ton M'coo hey. okeh we got you. You thought crazy, now you can stop. --- there was a war and nobody won. --- safe. passed madness has passed on. --- see what good you may imagine done. --- work that out, without making enemies. April Fool. Why has this day always been about me? Ask yourself. There exist degrees of foolishness, none fashionable beyond twenty-two. footnote: https://www.uswings.com/about-us-wings/vietnam-war-facts/ Who has a guess why facebook would refuse a link to this page. ***** about it. Census Stats and “I Served in Vietnam” Wanabees 1,713,823 of those who served in Vietnam were still alive as of August, 1995 (census figures). During that same Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served was: 9,492,958. As of the current Census taken during August, 2000, the surviving U.S. Vietnam Veteran population estimate is: 1,002,511. This is hard to believe, losing nearly 711,000 between ’95 and ’00. That’s 390 per day. During this Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served in-country is: 13,853,027. By this census, FOUR OUT OF FIVE WHO CLAIM TO BE VIETNAM VETS ARE NOT. This makes calculations of those alive, even in 2017, difficult to maintain.
April 1, I found me listening to oral histories on Vietnam and ,,, got a bit ... ******
#common#valor#virtue#right#fools#day
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
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