These weenies and scumbags, mostly Democrat politicians, university academics (uniformly Democrats), and white-haired streetcorner panhandlers, were mostly draft dodgers in the 60s and 70s who now crave special status in our pathetic victim culture.
So they cover themselves in the flag and pseudo-camo glory with bizarre tales of special operations, etc. And they come out of the woodwork like cockroaches on patriotic holidays like today’s Fourth of July.
They’ve done us immeasurable harm with their lies about their “service” and subsequent “remorse” and “rejection,” both mostly nonsense, though not entirely so for those of us who earned the label of Vietnam combat veteran.
The wannabees still outnumber us real Vietnam veterans by about 20 to 1, but they’re being exposed pretty regularly. Can you guess their most common lie? Find it here. Henceforth ye shall know them by their mendacity.
As they age and die off, I expect they’ll be replaced by Iraq and Afghanistan wannabees. Cockroaches multiple, you know.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Let us not forget the office pogies and REMFs who claim PTSD and Agent Orange benefits for their horrible experiences.
They must have been secondhand exposed from their housekeepers or their A/Cs, or maybe down in their EM or O clubs.
I reflect on the TV show MASH, where Alan Alda is constantly whining about the horror, the horror, as he sits in his hootch eating hot chow, surrounded by round-eye babes, while rarely if ever being shot at.
Ah, yes, the war’s inside baseball. There is a story there, of course. The office pogies were the largest number of us, by far. With today’s plethora of “combat” badges, I’m surprised they don’t issue one, say the Combat Xerox Badge, retroactively.
I once figured out that never more than ten percent of the total in any year were assigned to the field. I had both experiences, six months patrolling and six months officing.
Obviously the latter was the easiest though it was somewhat nerve-wracking waiting for the rockets and mortars to fall. I emphasize “somewhat.” They were not equivocal experiences, however much the pogies try to equate them, and in their embarrassment, they do.
And let’s not forget the pathetic National Guard types. I knew one in the snooze biz, who wrote his annual “the horror of basic training” piece for the op-ed page because basic training was all he had, other than his “weekend warrior” meetings.
What I don’t clearly understand is the urge of these people to lie. After all, being a soldier in Vietnam wasn’t very popular with the progressive crowd at the time. What has changed and why do these roaches pretend?
I don’t pretend to know exactly why they do it. But I can guess. First of all, the ones who have been exposed are almost all Democrats, many of them politicians and academics.
Democrats pretend to represent the people, as opposed to those nasty Republicans they say only represent the bosses. But, in fact, when they were young, many of them dodged the draft. So right there they have a problem that needs fixing.
And, too, the victim culture is just really appealing to some people, and to many people VN vets used to be the ultimate victims. Nowadays, it has to be the poor guys who fought in Iraq and Afghanistan, only to have their sacrifice betrayed by Obama. So someday…
I too was never a fan of MASH. The writing was good but the moralizing sentiment was insufferable. They would ridicule anything that smacked of a sense of military honor, but then avoid the argument because they conveniently had to suddenly dash off to save a life in the operating room.
I often run into these poseurs in the context of criticizing the military or the war, or more commonly to claim some sort of victimhood, usually from the epidemic of PTSD claims. It shields them (they hope) from the retort that they don’t know what they’re talking about.
I considered an academic career many years ago, but quickly found that there was no way I would ever get tenure with that crowd, and many were outright frustrated that I could call them on their BS.
I watched MASH now and then, but from the viewpoint of a combat returnee, so I was always conflicted about it. Fortunately it never blossomed into anything serious as I soon tired of the rube tube altogether.
Years ago I interviewed a PTSD guy whose day consisted of sitting around watching the teevee. I was astounded to discover that he’d never actually fought but, as a young private, the anticipation of having to do so had “destroyed” him.
On the other hand, I know guys who did fight who today milk the VA for every nickle they can get even when they don’t need it. The big thing now among them is to get diabetes bennies, though diet has more to do with diabetes than Vietnam did. The payments are there for political reasons, another sop to the vets so the pols who would never dream of military service can feel good about themselves.