[tumblindice]

I like to tell university-types stories of my duck hunting adventures.
For example, stalking mallards roosting in trees. They never blink an eye.
At a formal dinner, one asked me what my Dad did. I told her the high point of his career was killing communists in southeast Asia. Then I related one of the few war stories he shared: calling in arc light on an NVA division backed up against a river.
She tried to be a good sport and said “Decimated ‘em, eh?” and I replied “Oh no. More than that! More like 75%. They were counting body parts for days. A lot of limbs were hanging in the trees and what not.”
Yeah. She lost interest in that conversation.

[lentulusgracchus]

A chief warrant officer of my acquaintance had the weapons-division watch aboard the USS Boston one night during Tet. Marines and ARVN's trapped an NVA battalion on a spit of beach up in I Corps -- near Nha Trang, I think it was, but my memory's shaky on that point. The Jarheads called in the Boston and my amigo's gunners killed over 600 NVA on the beach that night. Zero survivors.

[ohioman]

Awesome story. Sounds similar something I might say when dealing with eastern, pointy-headed snobs.