the history and indoctrination of infantry
de rim u derimu, I count (old high irish)
gityeirishup, er shut yer leprechaun trap,
clap three times, spit wit the wind.
you are trained to focus, aim,
miss, aim, miss, aim miss, come let's
cipher this thang out,
though misses all
count for nothing,
one heartfelt hit t' knock the lie right.
old man re
crew recurrent reason to let this be re
al, always, already re
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,
no will to win a war without a reason
not willing to question
authority doctrines in undated
rulebooks only lawyers
can read, that's a rule.
sacrifice and suffering un
common valor *** common
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
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,
he could believe his own hero myth,
---- nah, war stories are all we remember
ever after, happy as helen highwater was
to find you after fifty years
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,
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
Ooh ooh, like Pappa Doc 22 voodoo
doopy doo doopy doo
Duvalier, Ton Ton M'coo
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
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 ... ******