Category Archives: Viet Nam

Thank you, John Cornyn and Ted Cruz

Texas senators Ted Cruz and John Cornyn voted against John Kerry’s confirmation as secretary of state. Didn’t stop him from confirmation, of course, but it was nicely symbolic.

Any opposition to Lurch, the lying clown who slandered a generation of Vietnam veterans and caused us unending problems in the post-war job market, is a very good thing. Now we’ll watch to see how the pol who never met a dictator he didn’t like, gets his international comeuppance. I hope.

Although I would prefer he not get any ambassadors killed, like Clinton did.

Infantry’s oldest enemy: mud

“Afghan peanut butter turns treads into sleds,” is war correspondent Michael Yon’s caption on this photo of a combat vehicle stuck in the mud in his post Amber of War. It’s an old lesson the Pentagon seems never to have learned.

I slept in the mud in Vietnam a few times on night ambush in ’69 and recall once trying hopelessly to get a jeep that had slid off the road out of the mud, but I was lucky not to have to hump through it hour after hour, day after day.

I’m not surprised there are books about it. None, however, seems as focused or as complete as Mud: A Military History, which Yon recommends and I am reading. Whoever invented body armor, heavy packs and persnickety machinery like M4s that need constant cleaning should as well. (But probably won’t.) It’s not the soldiers who have lost our recent wars, but the leadership—so-called.

The courage of conventional wisdom

I’m wondering about all the negative hoorah over Sen. Hagel. Is he for-real evil or just another hack pol who can’t remember to tell the truth, if he ever knew it? Brett Shephens, at the link below, shows how he prefers to ride on bandwagons.

The fact that he’s a former Vietnam grunt with two Purple Hearts is interesting but hardly dispositive of anything (so is that creep Kerry) because he’s been a pol for several decades now, a line of “work” that doesn’t require being courageous or smart, just “flexible.” Hence:

Moving forward, in 2008 Mr. Hagel endorsed engagement with Syria’s Bashar Assad and North Korea’s Kim Jong Il, and he was especially keen on engagement with Iran, enthusing at one point that ‘Iran had rights for women long before many countries in the world. Women could vote, I actually think before they could vote in America.’ (He’s wrong: Iranian women were enfranchised only in 1963, thanks to the Shah.)”

That he’s a liar or a fool doesn’t surprise me. That he might withhold military aid (i.e. bombs or ammo) from Israel at some crucial time worries me. On the other hand, does Barry think Hagel’ll be denied confirmation and have someone worse (like Samantha Powers) waiting to benefit from a consolation quicky follow-on approval? Or is that too paranoid?

Kerry, ugh

The lying scumbag, who slandered every soldier in Vietnam to Congress in 1972 to make his political bones, gets SecState.

As Ed Drsicoll says:

“If true, as I wrote the other day, the sixties are now complete: A president supported by an ex-Weatherman and the New Black Panthers might as well have a Winter Soldier in his cabinet for the complete Radical Chic Meets Geritol experience. If only Leonard Bernstein was still around to savor the moment.”

Conservatives brought these nitwits down once. They can do it again.

Via Instapundit.

UPDATE:  It’s official. “Lurch” is the new SecState. It’s one of the least respectable positions in D.C., and that’s saying a lot. Seems to magnetically attract well-known liars like Hilary Clinton, whose various illnesses have kept her from testifying on how she lost an ambassador.

I wonder if Lurch will now produce his magic hat? The one the SF allegedly gave him on his fantasy foray into Cambodia all those years ago. How many ambassadors will Lurch lose? Wait and see.

Democrats: The party of Woodstock hippies

Now I don’t have anything against hippies in general. Although, in their heyday in the 1960s and 1970s, I always tried to stay upwind of them because they had a curious aversion to bathing and deodorant.

But the Woodstock hippies I never had much use for partly because while these draft-dodgers were having their pathetic love fest in the mud in the summer of 1969 I was being shot at in Vietnam. And also because they were idiots who couldn’t come in out of the rain, much less feed themselves.

“I was at Woodstock,” Mark Steyn quotes John Ratzenberger in Steyn’s After America: Get Ready for Armageddon, “I built the stage. And when everything fell apart and people were fighting for peanut butter sandwiches, it was the National Guard who came in and saved the same people who were protesting them. So when Hillary Clinton a few years ago wanted to built a Woodstock memorial, I said it should be a statue of a National Guardsman feeding a crying hippie.”

And he goes on to say that those same crying Woodstock hippies—including the Hildabeast and her lyin’, child-molesting husband Slick Willie—are the elite of today’s Democrat party. And if you vote for these high-taxing, over-regulating statists tomorrow—and particularly for our Liar President—then you are a sorry case.

So wise up. Vote Romney. And if he turns out to be another statist, too, we’ll vote his lying ass out as well.

The Bronze Star: The showing-up-for-work-on-time medal

So few Americans serve in the military these days (roughly ten percent, if that much) that the usual journalistic ignorance of military terms and conventions (because very few journalists are among the ten percent) has spread to the general populace. For instance, the misunderstanding  about the Bronze Star Medal (BSM).

A lot of people seem to think it’s a valor award. Probably they get that from the news media crowing about some soldier they’re puffing (they either puff or criticize, they can’t seem to draw any line down the middle) as having been awarded a BSM. At least they now frequently refrain from saying the soldier “won” it, as if war was a “reality” show on the rube.

The BSM with a V is a valor medal, though still at the bottom of the scale of valor medals. My own from 1969 has no V, so it can’t be said to have been awarded for my heroism, of which there was none . I only answered the call of duty. The BSM is generally awarded (there are exceptions to everything) for having been assigned to a combat unit, though not necessarily for participating in combat. It’s a fairly mundane award.

“It’s the showing-up-for-work-on-time medal,” as an old friend of mine who also fought in Vietnam likes to say, though the “work” is combat. My friend has a Silver Star medal, which is a valor medal by itself and therefore requires no V.  And it’s a much bigger deal than a BSM, even one with a V, though it’s still third on the scale, below the Distinguished Service Cross and the Medal of Honor, the premier valor medal.

Neil Armstrong buried at sea

I had no idea. Shows what happens when you ignore most of the media most of the time. The first moonwalker, who performed that feat in July 1969 when I was rather preoccupied on patrol in Vietnam, died at 82 in August.

I knew that part. I didn’t know he was cremated and his “ashes” and “dust” were buried at sea in the Atlantic somewhere off Florida. Probably directly east of the launch pad, though it doesn’t say.

Meanwhile, a day or so after the retired Endeavor space shuttle flew by McGregor, Texas, on its 747 carrier, Space X tested its Grasshopper, a vertical landing space vehicle, there. For now, it’s the first stage of X’s Falcon 9 powered by a Merlin engine—and the classic scifi image of the landing space rocket. If they ever do succeed at making that routine, we’ll know our space future is on the way.