Well, it’s still disappointing.
You were in Vietnam. Even then you had officers who would sell out their entire unit for a promotion or a plum assignment. You also had officers you would die for, and they would die for you.
I always thought Hayden was in the middle somewhere, as most men are. I respected him, because he was a Colonel and would up very high in the military intel elite (actually as high as you can go).
Over the years, however, especially since retirement, I’ve come to hate government and other people telling me what to do—or not do. Face it, the elite are elite because they like being bosses. Which means they must BOSS others. They’re so full of themselves, they think every thought is a wonderous idea, and must ordain it so to the little people who make up their fawning world.
I hate mankind. Come, Jesus, soon!
All true.
..except for the part about hating.
I always taught that was to be avoided because it screwed up both your concentration and your aim.
(...don’t like to waste the ordnance and DEFINITELY dislike seeing the bird go into the dirt/water because of the break in concentration.)
Besides, got my flock of kids/grandkids to watch over (plus, of course, Grandma).
I’m still lookin’ at the flowers instead of the roots, The Oath is still in effect and if I’m the last damn one left standing, that’s just the way it’s going to have to be.
I hope Jesus takes this old sinner some day, but in the meantime...well, a Corpsman told me after one of my misadventures that I must just be too dumb to stay out of trouble and too mean and ugly to die.