Sorry, I’m saving my urine for jane fonda...
“Sorry, I’m saving my urine for jane fonda...”
I remember seeing Jan Fonda urinal cards in the Officer’s Club...I assume the NCO Clubs had them as well.
A former POW told me he once tried to pass a message to one of the peacenicks “visiting”, asking them to let his wife know he was alive. A few hours later, he was suspended with his arms behind his back, being beaten. Of course, that COULD just be something he said, but since he couldn’t, in the 1980s, raise his hands to shoulder height....I BELIEVE HIM!
What treasonous assholes they all were! And what incredible heroes we sent and lost in Vietnam. My Dad died there near the end of the war. 1972. His third war. I was in Afghanistan when I reached the age he died at. In a way, that seemed a good way to say “I loved you”.