|Ramblings from a Veteran
||[Mar. 17th, 2005|10:43 am]
Angels From God
This is by far the most absurd propaganda I've seen in my life. I am 73 years old, and I do not want to be bothered by you people and your sick jokes. All you young punks want to do is stir things up. Well I've got some advice for you. Keep on stirring, and see what happens. The French used to stir up Germany after WWI, and look what they stirred up. Hitler! I don't have much time left on this planet, but I'll give you two parting words of advice: never forget the past, and don't push the envelope.|
Those two pieces of information saved my life once in Korea. Of course, I can't say the same for Tex, Freddy, or Steve (we'll get 'em soon, boys, your Sarge wouldn't lie to you!), but that's war. We were pinned down by heavy machine gun and artillery fire near the toe of a godridden pile of mud and rock known to us only as Hill 24. I lost 11/16ths of my platoon in one morning. I'll tell you what though. When we did take the hill later that night, as far as those chinamen that weren't turned into hamburger meat by our Air Force are concerned, I WAS their angel from God-because every replacement under my command wanted to cut their commie heads off with entrenchment tools. I'd have been thrown in a stockade or an asylum for lunatics if I hadn't stopped them. They were under my command for crissakes! Instead, I kept a cool head, and remembered not to push the envelope and to remember the past.
You kids are all the same these days. God doesn't make you angels. Your own good judgment is what makes you an Angel. If you really want to be an angel, overpower someone, hold a dull shovel up to their throats, show them the crazy eyes, mutter incomprehensibly, and spare their lives. That's the closest thing to an angel you freaks will ever be.