Hell, they all look alike to me.
Like a bunch of robots, insects, or something.
My Dad refers to people from that part of the world as “Gooks”. Having been in Vietnam for a few years, and having been shot by some of them gives him that right I guess. He killed his share of them too though. His favorite was one that he tossed from a helicopter while his buddy shot the guy as he was falling. He also collected their ears in jars. Said he was pissed when he couldn’t bring them back home. lol What scares me is the stuff he won’t talk about.
Don’t even know how to respond.
That’s creepy.