willbeurdaddy
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popeye Ahh,... the good ole days of Vietnam. Everyone had "gook" ears and teeth that they yanked out with pliers hanging around their necks and if someone didn't spill the beans they'd take them up in a helo to about a thousand feet and push them out. I believe in torture so there's not much sense in debating the bleeding hearts in here. Who exactly is fighting this war, the Press or the Military? The Press certainly isn't the Military's friend! Respect the enemies corpses after they tried to kill you but you got them first? What kind of "thinking" is that? Hell I'd break their jaw, stuff a grenade in it, pull the pin and hoof it. What is really disturbing is obvious relish and pleasure with which horrors are recalled and replayed. I can understand how an individual behaves appallingly in an appalling situation that by rights no human being should be forced to endure. While far from condoning it, I can understand how that might happen. But to revel in the filth, to recount it nostalgically, to pine for it, to replay the gory details in admiring tones - that takes a special kind of person. Perhaps the saddest aspect is that it really doesn't matter if popeye's recall is truthful or not. If the events happened and his recall is accurate, then that tells us something of consequence about popeye. If he's imagining it all, if all the above quote is his fantasy ..... then I invite you to draw your own conclusions. I find those veterans who refuse to talk about the details, who refuse to glorify or mythologise war far more credible and far more heroic. Picasso's 'Guernica'* is infinitely more instructive and eloquent than popeye's nostalgia. Picasso's genius reveals the true horror of war, a universal truth if ever there was one. Popeye's account merely reveals the horror of being popeye. * http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guernica_(painting) More bullshit. Trust me, nothing in a painting can come close to the reality of being there.
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