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I was a kid , my uncle was a pilot based in Thailand , used to watch the news every night with Grandma , and she'd be crying

I also remember when that Vietnamese General shot some v.c. gook point blank in the head , seeing the guy spin as a fountain of blood gushed out the wound. It was pretty traumatic to see as a little boy.

I rember when Saigon fell , the U.S. ships at sea pushing helicopters overboard along with other military equipment.

Good times

The viet nam war was a scam. Its purpose was to send people to die "fighting communism" in a foreign country so they would lose the will to fight commies on american soil.

FDR made the world safe for communism, but LBJ made it safe for America.
Source: my father was a 50 cal machine gunner on convoys. He hated LBJ and forbade me and my brother from joining the military.

Firing on college students should be a regular thing. What a bunch of worthless fucks.

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Lt. Colonel John Paul Vann was an American patriot who became the highest ranking US civilian in Vietnam, he was killed in 1972 when the helicopter ferrying him from a visit to a brothel, crashed on the way back to his operational headquarters.

Me and Johnny Vann - After military ops in the Courtney Rubber Plantation and adjacent forested areas thru December into January 1970 then taking a rest break in Vung Tau, the fellow I was with suggested that if we were to really experience the Viet Nam experience we should drink a little beer, smoke a little marijuana and go to a brothel.

We get the stuff then have a smoke and a couple beers and head up town .. after paying Mama San two chicks take us with them, in the rooting cubicle I decided that at nineteen years of age I could do a little better, I had heard lurid tales of dreadful diseases and did not want to get one and tell the chick I have changed my mind.

I still have the MJ, she has a smoke with me and gets a couple beers .. movement and noise indicated the cubicle on the opposite side had an occupant, the chick pushes the bed over and looks across she has her mouth closed and waves me to join her, a thin Caucasian male forties was being served civilian clothes neatly stacked.

My girl giggles loudly then ducks her head, the guy having sex face up is an American says "say man who the f--- are you anyway," I say "sorry mate my girlfriend made me do it," he tells his girl "have you ever met a God damn Australian with good manners" .. that was the first time I caused Johnny Vann liver shrinkage.

The next time was in October 1970 I was a Lance Corporal machine gunner and was asked to attend an Orders Group .. intelligence said a supply train was leaving the village of Long Dien that night, I would be point MG in a twelve man ambush placed to intercept them.

After being delivered by road we made our way across flooded rice fields and took up positions in a cemetery, we had machine groups at two points of a triangular position and a command radio group in rear protection, I would be the machine gunner right front.

I sighted two banks of Claymore Mines on a paddy bund and could deliver enfiladed fire across an arc of one hundred and twenty degrees, nightfall and the flooded fields became a myriad of lights the villagers were chasing fish and crustaceans with candles and torches, later in the night the fields were deserted and in my gun group I was the only one awake.

We had been sent some guys who had been shelled by the New Zealand artillery losing two men killed, while on a night exercise just a few hundred meters outside of the wire at Nui Dat July 20 that year .. I let them sleep.

The Australian Government had decided to reduce the commitment to the Vietnam War, and had decreed that when the 8th Battalion rotated home in November that year it would not be replaced, might be this was a going away present in response to the government’s decision, organized by Mr B52 himself, master war criminal John Paul Vann who was known to be active in the area.

At around eleven o'clock a beautiful Vietnamese girl came along she had a steam cooker of food in one hand and a bag of rice in the other, she had a WW2 Japanese rifle slung across her back and looked like she had stepped straight out of a propaganda poster .. I had met a beautiful girl in Vung Tau and just as I loved her, I knew this beautiful girl was going to meet someone she loved.

Standing up and placing my finger in front of my lips that she make no sound, I showed her the correct path and saw her safely away from the militarized area .. about midnight bursts of automatic rifle fire sprayed tracer across the rice, I lifted the M60 into position.

Mist had spread across the paddy fields and a group was moving out of the village in the dark and thru the mist finding their way with hand held flashlights, I leveled the machine gun it fires at a cyclic rate of five hundred and sixty rounds per minute, I had twelve hundred rounds in a waterproof rucksack each fifth round tracer kept clean and free of dust.

Navigating across flooded rice paddies is a zigzag type of thing as way is made along bunds and dykes, we were going to intercept them none the less since their way toward the Long Hai Hills met up with our position in the cemetery, a couple of times they lined up with the sights then I had them broadside on as they tracked toward my position.

I could see about seven lights and as they drew closer saw some were down lower and closer to the ground than others, as though the person holding the torch had short legs .. from about fifty meters downrange they got onto a bund that brought them walking in a line directly toward my machine gun, and into the field of fire from both banks of Claymores.

For about twenty meters till they turned onto another bund, their lights dimming in the mist as they zigzagged toward the hills .. the next day there is a hell of a stink, another O Group and some officer says "you must have seen them" I tell him "I saw them alright," he says "well why didn’t you fire," I told him I much preferred they went their way unmolested.

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They get long faced because it was an operation organized by the Americans, Johnny Vann was in charge of intelligence just there and was said to be right p*ssed off .. read more about John Paul Vann in Neil Sheehan's "A Bright Shining Lie," the best book about the Vietnam War. https://i.postimg.cc/MZfhXHJ4/MT-Vietnam.jpg

2 uncles in it. One an f4 pilot (dropped bombs on some water buffulo, due to can NOT land with ordnance.), other was in infantry, had to KILL some women an dhildren in a village. Attempted suicide later. Diefd 13 days before mom. This ON THE HEELS, of my great uncle who got his brains blown out over the pacific by gooks in WW2. WAR IS HELL. But, necessary, as in WW2, I dunno about vietnam necessity (don't think so). That's above my pay grade I guess. I bet our leaders think of me as an animal.

I remember that I had a cousin who was a draft dodger. I think his number came up in about 1967/68 and he took off for Canada, living there for a year or two before he moved to Germany, where he spent the remainder of the war.

I'm pretty divided about our participation in that debacle. It was definitely conclusive proof of the "domino theory", where if one country falls to communism, the other countries around it would fall. And that's exactly what happened. Kennedy was very anti-communist and wanted to help, but after he was assassinated, Johnson used the war to enrich his friends with defense contracts. The CIA did everything it could to sabotage American efforts.

If my cousin wanted no part in that, I can't blame him. He finally returned to the US when Carter pardoned all of the draft dodgers. On the other hand, he was a real piece of shit (long story behind that, but it isn't relevant), so his draft dodging might be the only good thing he ever did, but for the wrong reasons.

The "hippie" movement was largely started by kikes. Most of the students killed at Kent state were kike scum.

3/4 dead "students" at Kent were jews. Now you know why theyve bitched about it for 50yrs

Nothing. I wouldn't have went to that shit. America hasn't been involved in a war worth fighting since the mexican American war.

Everyone knew someone who died.