Good afternoon ct.
I guess it's time for me to tell my story, in light of recent events.
After John Fraud Kerry returned to the states and told Congress we were all war criminals, the CIA decided it could no longer rely on the Navy for black ops.
So, they turned to the Armor corps. You know the reputation of tankers, that we're dumb but reliable.
So, we strapped amphibious kits on our Sheridans and began river duty.
We called ourselves the Slothboats. We Slothies were a tight knit band of brothers. We knew what we were doing violated the Geneva Convention Against The Use Of Tanks As Warships, but we followed our orders.
I'll never forget Christmas Eve 1970 when I was five miles inside Cambodia although President Ford denied there were any Slothboats in Cambodia. We were being shot at by everyone, even South Vietnamese celebrating Christmas. Well, on Christmas Day I dropped off undercover agent Valerie Plame, deep in Cambodia. She handed me her briefcase and said, "Take this, I won't be needing it where I'm going. There's a happy hat in the secret compartment." And then she disappeared into the jungle.
A Viet Cong fired an RPG at us. My gunner got him with the main gun, blowing his legs off. He kept crawling back behind a hootch with his launcher. So, I leaped off the boat and got 'im in the back. We ran miles of fire from the shore, but finally got back to base.
I put in for a Congressional Medal of Honor for that mission, but only got a Silver Star out of it.
Finally, the story can be told.