In 1968, I was aspiring to a Regular Army commission as a Second Lieutenant of Infantry (these folks were in great demand in those days). I had to appear before a board of Officers to explain the circumstances of my arrest in Fayetteville, AR on the evening of the Arkansas - Texas football game wherein Arkansas who was ranked number 2 in the polls and Texas was ranked number 1. Arkansas won. As far as I can remember, I was guilty.
After deliberations, the board decided that I was good to go proceeding to kill Communists. I learned how to do this and did it quite well.
I killed a lot of Commies. I was able to certify that they were indeed dead and that they were clearly members of the North Vietnamese Army. Sometimes I had to get my soldiers to break out their entrenching tools out and bury these commies as well as they could, but sometimes we got help from the Engineers with bulldozers. Either way, they received a proper burial.
I have nothing against the individuals, but they were working for the wrong side. Sucks to be them.
Despite the press reports, we were much better that these bozos.
“I killed a lot of Commies. I was able to certify that they were indeed dead and that they were clearly members of the North Vietnamese Army. Sometimes I had to get my soldiers to break out their entrenching tools out and bury these commies as well as they could, but sometimes we got help from the Engineers with bulldozers. Either way, they received a proper burial.
I have nothing against the individuals, but they were working for the wrong side. Sucks to be them.”
Outstanding report, sir. Carry on...