I remember one time him telling us that while a prisoner in North Vietnam, they would get a half-bowl of maggoty rice that the guards would often piss in. One of the other prisoners wouldn’t eat it.
Col Day said he told the man, “You’ve got to eat that. They WANT you to throw it out. If you don’t eat it, you will die. They want that. Eat it no matter what they do to it, no matter what it taste like, it is the difference between death and life. Stand up to the by living. It’s the only way!”
The man just couldn’t eat the peed on rice. He died a few months later.
“I remember one time him telling us that while a prisoner in North Vietnam, they would get a half-bowl of maggoty rice that the guards would often piss in.”
Today, their children slave away in factories making tennis shoes. With no end in sight. Karma is a bitch.