And what are we to do, then, with Senator Dirtbag Cambodia Kerry?
I inflated my sevice record too. I neglected to mention all the card playing and sand bag filling.
Sad.
I have more respect for a buck private clerk who served his tour at some stateside supply post than for anyone who claims service or medals not earned. At least the clerk served honorably and is proud of that service.
The US public didn’t appreciate his service? Well I guess selfless sacrifice wasn’t part of it.
“five Purple Hearts, three Bronze Stars, two Silver Stars and a Vietnamese medal of honor”
Well heck if you’re gonna lie you might as well go for it. I wonder if any of them are for rice in the butt.
Go to any bar at 2300. Guarantee ya that every guy there that claims to have served in Nam was either Special Ops(Kerry) or was a Navy Seal.
From my experience, apparently there were no cooks in Nam.
While it might be just typical bar talk on the one hand when you take it to the next level and start taking it seriously, it is akin to treason in my mind.
Then I don’t care what you did, you’re just a POS to me.
Well, he’s no Admiral Boorda.
Elite indeed. Very few survive low altitude parachute training.
You never know who you might meet. I once gave a soon to be newly minted 2nd Lieutenant, in the last days of his ROTC cadet life, the shock of his life.
He had been intensively drilling underclassmen in the dirt and the mud, and was quite a mess himself, filthy, sweaty and exhausted. And he hadn’t had anything to eat for over a day, so was pretty starved. I offered to stake him for some lunch, sitting outside of course. He at least washed some of the muck off his hands in the restroom before sitting down.
I got him a somewhat sloppy giant burrito, and he was lashing into it, when an elderly gentleman in a suit walked by. I knew him, and wanted to do the cadet a favor by introducing him.
He told me later than he didn’t hear his name, but he stood up, apologized for being such a mess, and shook the gentleman’s hand, who grinned and said “Pleased to meet you. Carry on.”
After exchanging a few pleasantries, I asked the cadet what he thought. About what?, he replied.
“About meeting a Lieutenant General who used to be on MacArthur’s staff”, I replied.
The expression on his face was priceless.
Some are aghast at his false boasts; I’m wondering how the dickens he managed to buffalo the VA system which had access to his genuine records.