To: cnyndwllr who wrote (485965 ) 11/3/2003 10:41:44 PM From: Johannes Pilch Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 769670 Yeah whatever. You haven’t learned a damned thing. Rather than support our troops and our country and encourage the suits at the Pentagon to stop playing games, you help demoralize the troops by whining like a friggin’ pansy. That is what you've learned. And you can just save your friggin’ fingers whining about all your “close friggin’ combat.” As I said, Nam ain’ made you no damned king. If you fought (which I now seriously doubt with all this poetic horse-hockey about carryin’ fokes through de jungle) then great. Thanks. But that is where the friggin’ stuff stops. No dang body owes you more of an ear than you friggin’ deserve. All this crap about dragging somebody through a rice-paddy as the Asian sun set upon the oxen of Phnom Pen don’t mean even a hill of fuming squat because the fact is, many Americans suffered a lot more than you and they still support America – unlike you. I therefore respect them much more than I respect you. I have said nothing here with respect to loyal Americans who are Vietnam vets. I adore these great men and women. I speak here only of pansies who refuse to stand up and support the country because they are too stunted by Vietnam. I speak only of liars like John Kerry who, whether they fought or not, actually publicly maligned our great country during war, throwing away uniforms (which is a friggin' lie) and medals (another friggin' lie), and standing with the dang enemy. I salute all true American Vets and admire them, wish to emulate them and freely admit they are better people than I. -- You simply are not, and it is obvious to me you are not. No I haven’t carried anyone over a damned field set ablaze by Napalm as the damned wind blew through my friggin’ hair and the damned crimson moon arched its syberitic path along the saddened horizon. But I have built and led companies that provided livelihoods and security for hundreds of good American people – people the friggin’ muslims murdered! You ever friggin’ do that? Then shet the blink up. Ever have a hundred of your people just vanish because of some stupid muslim? Nope. We all have our sorrows and yours don’t mean squat to me because you, when it all comes right down to it, had a choice - and your family was still back here warm and comfy in the states to boot. My people had no choice at all - and their families and they themselves were put on the front by no decision of their own. Vietnam was no strike against your mother, your father, your wife and children. 911 was exactly that - against me and mine. They almost got me, my own flesh. Never again - not with me standing flat-footed as you are. And all this crap about having killed somebody is just stupid. You ain’ never kill no one and you know it. Stop lying. I can sense these lies a thousand miles away. Just stop it. You sound stupid. If you were in Nam, you fed slops to the real heroes – who would not come here to trump their exploits to any friggin’ body else. What makes me wonder about the future of this nation is how we are gonna win a war that is being led by a buncha pansies who are too shell-shocked by Vietnam. Every dang thing now is viewed through a friggin’ Vietnamese lens. Get over it and fight or move your dried-up behind aside. This is a new war, being fought right in your own friggin’ front yard. You just refuse to see the truth. Our boys fought WWI and suffered a whole heap a lot more than we did in Nam. Then, they got right up and fought WWII, to suffer even more. And they didn’t whine about "body bags" and how the dang Germans didn’t like them and how the dang Norwegians are not being kind and not smiling and crap about how the friggin' French are kicking dung our way, and how the dang UN is not letting us crap in the same bathrooms as the friggin Nigerians. They knew the implications of failure and refused to fail – even if it meant death. They are the real men - not you. Until you learn from them, your whining claims simply make you look like a pansy to me.