Category Archives: Viet Nam

The most common lie of the Vietnam wannabee

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.

On Memorial Day

These seven men of 60th Company, OC 504-68, were killed in Viet Nam.

We graduates of that 1968 class at Infantry Officers Candidate School, Fort Benning, Georgia, commemorate the seven each Memorial Day.

One graduate:  1LT Jacob Lee Kinser, a Huey helicopter pilot.

Two Tactical Officers:  CPT Reese Michael Patrick and 1LT Daniel Lynn Neiswender, both infantry commanders.

Four class drop-outs:  SP4 Robert Chase,  SP4 Reese Currenti Elia Jr.CPL Sherry Joe Hadley, and PFC Jeffrey Sanders Tigner, all infantry riflemen.

Rest in peace.

Yet another reason not to trust the feds

I’ve had an implicit faith in most of the federal government for most of my life. It didn’t even completely die when I was betrayed, as most Vietnam veterans were, by a government that never intended to win the war they conscripted us to fight.

But watching the partisan Democrat bureaucracy kowtow to President Choom has just been too much for me. Such as this recent discovery that the feds kept secret the surviving Boston bomber’s written confession that jihad was the reason for his killing and maiming hundreds in a Marathon crowd.

The confession conflicted with the Democrat narrative that the reason for the bombing was unknown, mysterious, an enigma. And federal agents (and the local cops) dutifully played along and hid the confession like good little puppets doing Barry’s bidding. The federal gumshoes have always cost more than they were worth. Now they are beneath contempt.

The stupid party

Turns out it’s not the Republicans. Not when the subject is Benghazi terrorism.

“Think of that. They can’t give answers when the story’s fresh because it just happened, they’re looking into it. Eight months later they don’t have anything to say because it all happened so long ago.”

The titular heads of the Democrat Party left an ambassador and three other Americans to die rather than contradict themselves by trying to save them. They didn’t even try. And as a Vietnamese character says in my novel The Butterfly Rose: “the roof leaks from the top on down.”

Typhoid Mary in San Francisco

Typhoid fever is not a modern disease, except in developing countries with sanitation problems, particularly Africa. Now it’s come to San Francisco, via a new Typhoid Mary (or Matthew) who infected an unknown number of cafe patrons for five days starting on April 16. The original Mary was a cook.

Historically, typhoid fever has stricken armies whose commanders have lost control of their sanitation, a detail I used to dramatic effect in my Viet Nam war novel The Butterfly Rose. The bacterial disease is transmitted by food and water contaminated by the feces of a victim and can be fatal if patients don’t take all of their antibiotic even after they feel better. There’ve been vaccines to protect against it since World War II but, of course, vaccination is controversial among the enlightened of places like San Francisco.

Via Instapundit

Free world, you’re on your own

Mark Steyn has it pretty succinct, the reason why I will try to discourage Mr. B. from following his father, grandfathers, and other ancestors in joining the American military. It lately seems more interested in slotting women into the infantry and decrying the dangers of global warming than training and fighting to win wars.

“But there are ever fewer takers for a money-no-object global hegemon that spends 46 percent of the world’s military budget and can’t impress its will on a bunch of inbred goatherds.”

That would be a reference to Afghanistan, I presume. Fits Iraq as well and, if you go back far enough, those little Asian guys who regularly kicked our asses in Vietnam. Despite what you may have heard about the politicians losing it.

We do have a lot of generals and admirals, however, and their spiffy uniforms have chest candy that runs up and almost over their shoulders. With all sorts of other shiny doodads on their chests, and pockets, etc.

Other than that, we have a lot of crippled or dead men (including suicides) who believed Washington truly wanted to win this Global War on Terror thing. Only to find out W. wouldn’t fight it as hard as he could have and Barry wouldn’t fight it at all and not only withdrew (or is in process of retreating) but even sanitized the name. And will certainly leave Israel to its fate, along with the rest of the “free world.” Nope, not a good time to volunteer.

Not a good time to be a soldier

The soon-to-be-former defense secretary has decided that the military will get the smallest possible pay raise while King Putz has already submitted a fat hike for civilian federal employees.

As Darkwater so eloquently quotes from Kipling:

“God and the soldier we adore/In times of trouble, not before/When trouble’s gone and all things righted/God’s forgotten and the soldier slighted.”

Not that our unwise withdrawal from Iraq means “trouble’s gone” nor our impending skedaddle from Afghanistan, either. Both are starting to smell a lot like our defeat in Vietnam. To my old ‘Nammie’s nose, at any rate. Which brings to mind this other appropriate quote from Kipling:

“When you’re wounded out on Afghanistan’s plains/And the women come out to cut up what remains/Then just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains/And die like a good British soldier!”

Or an American one.

Meanwhile, back at Fort Hood, where 13 were killed and 32 others wounded in an obvious 2009 jihadi massacre, the civilian cops who stopped it have been laid off and are p.o.’ed that King Putz still insists that it was a case of  “workplace violence” with no politico-religious overtones.