Consider this, and this. I was going to tell an amusing tale about my student Byron and his father, but in light of some recent news I am reminded of the only Viet Nam veteran I ever met who would discuss war experiences with any personal detail at all.
We met him on the beach, where he always went, as we did. He was missing part of one leg but he had not lost that in the war, but afterward when, as he lay drunk down by the railway station, a train came by. That stopped him drinking.
He said he had assisted in the annihilation of some villages. The first time, he had done it straight. Subsequent times, knowing what it would be like, he had had to get high. One time, his squadron refused to go in. Essentially, they mutinied against their commanding officer.
“What did he do?” “Nothing. What could he do? He knew what we were capable of, and we were facing him down with grenades in our hands.”
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 