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He goes, "Open that big fucking mouth
and laugh for me." So I did. And he started taking handfuls
of sand every time I opened my mouth to laugh and shoving it down my
throat. He said, "Laugh." "Ha ha." "Choke, choke."
I come running out of the hootch one
day and formation says, "Get the herd in the road." So everybody
starts skying up to get in the road. And I come walking out the
door, and I stepped on a spit-shine shoe. And the freak just grabs
me around my stack and swivel. And he pulls me up and says, "You
better take care of that. I said, "Sir. Request permission
to go and get my shoeshine gear." He says, "The only shoeshine
gear you need, boy, is your tongue." So I had to get down there
and lick all the dust off his toe where I had scuffed his stupid thing,
you know. And they'd do that all the time to break you.
I'll tell you a trick they pulled.
They'll take a company, and they'll pull 'em back into batallion,
they'll keep them there for darn near a month with no contact whatsoever
with enemy troops. All right.
Then all of a sudden, "Hey, we found a
Viet Cong regiment, we're getting ready to move out tomorrow morning.
Stand by.
All of a sudden you're getting a chance
to get a piece of the action 'cause you're tired of sitting around in
mudholes, you know, doing nothing.
I have yet to have been on an operation
where I haven't gone through a village. I have yet.
And I have yet to have gone on an
operation where when I've gone through that village, that village was
still standing.
So consequently, you're ready, and
you're keyed up. You're tired of sitting down.
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