You mean JENGIS Kahn? Wasn’t he in Vietnam with John Kerry, or was it Cambodia?
Ah, I remember fondly that Christmas Eve of 1968, spent on the misty banks of an unnamed river in Cambodia. Me and Genghis. I called him Jen for short, he just called me John.
Anyway, we spent the evening singing carols, drinking rice wine and dodging Khmer bullets. Jen was a bit of a prankster and he may have gone too far when he rigged a fragmentation grenade in the rice sack I was sitting on.
Man, I was pulling grains out of my ass until Martin Luther King Day....