I enjoyed my time in Vietnam.
I don't think too many other young Americans did.
No one was shooting at me.
For the boys who did get shot at, and who survived, I suspect that Robert McNamara brings up some strong feelings.
He was a slickee boy smarty-pants who knew better than most.
You know, we see them every day on TV, working all around the President.
It's been that way since there were presidents, I'm sure.
Anyway, I'm glad that he learned his lesson, whatever the lesson was.
he's dead now.
You know, I get paid as a writer. This is some good sh^t.
I think I'm gonna write obits for the Times.
As for lessons -- all the Vietnamese I met really loved Americans.
Not surprising, since I was an American who would almost surely be surrounded by Vietnamese that loved Americans
Most of them were killed or concentrated into camps in 1975-76
You know, not a whole helluva lot changes, do it?