I remember one night, sitting in a torrential downpour, wet, cold, hungry, at some hellhole jungle road crossing, hoping Charlie was just as miserable as we were, that one day some American would be sitting in a warm office with another Charlie, drinking good Scotch, yucking up the old days and saying,"let bygones be bygones". I had seen as much in old WWII movies. It's happened.
I thought the same thing. And I'm glad to see this...so far.