[Victoria Delsoul]

The John O'Neill I knew in 1971 was a humble, sweet, decent guy. It was not until recently that I even found out he'd been tops at Annapolis, and came from a distinguished Naval family. He slept in my mother's roach-infested slum apartment in Brooklyn without any comment (probably a little better than the digs we had in Vietnam). John O'Neill, today, still seems the guy I knew then.

Great article, thanks. This says a lot about O'Neill.

[Northern Yankee]

I knew you'd appreciate it.

As I said earlier on another thread, as a Veteran we would never, ever think of dishonoring our country, or our buddies that we served with, by making up stories of atrocities.

A sense of honor governs how we live our lives.

It's that simple.