Vietnam Was The First Time That Americans

Matterhorn Is My Metaphor Of The Vietnam War - We Built It, We Abandoned It, We Assaulted It, We Lost, And Then We Abandoned It Again.

Victory In Combat Is Like Sex With A Prostitute. For A Moment You Forget Everything In The Sudden Physical Rush, But Then You Have To Pay Your Money To The Woman Showing You The Door. You See The Dirt On The Walls And Your Sorry Image In The Mirror.

He Thought Of The Jungle, Already Regrowing Around Him To Cover The Scars They Had Created. He Thought Of The Tiger, Killing To Eat. Was That Evil? And Ants? They Killed. No, The Jungle Wasn’t Evil. It Was Indifferent. So, Too, Was The World. Evil, Then, Must Be The Negation Of Something Man Had Added To The World. Ultimately, It Was Caring About Something That Made The World Liable To Evil. Caring. And Then The Caring Gets Torn Asunder. Everybody Dies, But Not Everybody Cares.

We All Want To Be Special, To Stand Out; There's Nothing Wrong With This. The Irony Is That Every Human Being Is Special To Start With, Because We're Unique To Start With. But We Then Go Through Some Sort Of Boot Camp From The Age Of Zero To About 18 Where We Learn Everything We Can About How Not To Be Unique.

The Time For Debilitating Fear Is Before And After The Mission.