What about those who frequently distort the truth?
(I had to explain the word "distort" to my daughter the other day.)
As in someone who is way too free and reckless with words like "murderer" and "cowardly"?
(I had to explain the word "distort" to my daughter the other day.)
As in someone who is way too free and reckless with words like "murderer" and "cowardly"?
Why do you hate obama so?
I DO NOT HATE OBAMA, graham ....
BUT I DON'T LIKE MURDERERS ....
ESPECIALLY COWARDLY ONES ....
CAN YOU POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND THAT?
NO, I DIDN'T THINK SO ....
And so ...
For a time, I was an infantryman who served as a NIGHTHAWK ...
I was the first NIGHTHAWK in my division, I believe ...
As a NIGHTHAWK, I went out each night on a helicopter armed with an M-14 rifle with a Starlight scope mounted on it so that I could see in the dark ...
The helicopter was my firing platform ...
One night we were ordered to go to these certain grid coordinates and when we got to there, it was a small "ville" that was being barraged with CS-gas mortar rounds to drive the people out of their houses and into the open where they were clearly illuminated by parachute flares ....
I can see them down there to this day ...
Women and children ...
I can still hear the "voice" coming into my head over the helicopter's radio from the Battalion Operations Center back in the big base camp that was in "control" of what the mission was going to be that night ...
"KILL THEM ALL!"
That was "THE MISSION" ...
To gun down each and every one of those people ...
A machine gunner next to me and my rifle ...
Start firing, gun them down, kill them all ...
The aircraft commander, a Lieutentant, countermanded that order ....
My memory of that event is that he drew his pistol on me and the gunner, and he told us not to fire, or by God, he would ...
And in the meantime, the "voice" continued, "KILL THEM ALL" ...
Now, that "voice" was my chain of command, not the Lieutenant ...
However, on board a helicopter, the aircraft commander outranks everyone on board, and besides he was there with a pistol drawn and aimed ...
WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!
Like in slow motion, the rotor blade spun around ...
The people on the ground were still running and milling around, trying to escape the gas ....
The flares continued to hang there by their parachutes to turn night into day ...
And there we all were on the helicopter, EN TABLEAU ...
For what seemed like forever ....
By not pulling the trigger, I was disobeying a direct order from my battalion command staff ...
If I pulled the trigger, I was disobeying a direct order from the AC ....
The AC prevailed ...
No shots were fired ...
No women or children in that "ville" were killed by us that night ...
But the Lieutenant was not just leaving things there ...
It wasn't enough to him that we did not fire our weapons ...
That did not end anything ...
It began something instead, a REVOLT ...
A REVOLT by that OFFICER of the U.S. Army ...
Shortly after that, he was VECTORED into the path of our own outgoing artillery, and he was shot down out of the sky in flames ...
They burned all the way down ...
Helicopters burn real hot ....
They were murdered because of that REVOLT by that Lieutenant ...
I know they were vectored into the path of that artillery because I was monitoring the radio that night they died ...
That Lieutenant was going to make a FEDERAL CASE out of that mission that night, and so he was eliminated ....
And three other people on that helicopter that night went to their fiery deaths with him ...
One of them, my friend whose life I had previously saved in another episode was still alive when the helicopter hit the ground ...
We know that because he was found so many feet away where he had managed to crawl before he died ...
His legs were burned off up to his knees ...
It's funny how a simple little word like REVOLT connected to Viet Nam can trigger a release of memories like that ....
Just like I was still sitting there in that helicopter with my finger still on the trigger ...
Suspended in time and space ....
And so ...
That pilot and crew were from the "Little Bears", the 25th Infantry Division Aviation Battalion ...
They flew out of Cu Chi base camp in Viet Nam ...
The year they died was 1969 ...
And so ...
I was the first NIGHTHAWK in my division, I believe ...
As a NIGHTHAWK, I went out each night on a helicopter armed with an M-14 rifle with a Starlight scope mounted on it so that I could see in the dark ...
The helicopter was my firing platform ...
One night we were ordered to go to these certain grid coordinates and when we got to there, it was a small "ville" that was being barraged with CS-gas mortar rounds to drive the people out of their houses and into the open where they were clearly illuminated by parachute flares ....
I can see them down there to this day ...
Women and children ...
I can still hear the "voice" coming into my head over the helicopter's radio from the Battalion Operations Center back in the big base camp that was in "control" of what the mission was going to be that night ...
"KILL THEM ALL!"
That was "THE MISSION" ...
To gun down each and every one of those people ...
A machine gunner next to me and my rifle ...
Start firing, gun them down, kill them all ...
The aircraft commander, a Lieutentant, countermanded that order ....
My memory of that event is that he drew his pistol on me and the gunner, and he told us not to fire, or by God, he would ...
And in the meantime, the "voice" continued, "KILL THEM ALL" ...
Now, that "voice" was my chain of command, not the Lieutenant ...
However, on board a helicopter, the aircraft commander outranks everyone on board, and besides he was there with a pistol drawn and aimed ...
WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!
Like in slow motion, the rotor blade spun around ...
The people on the ground were still running and milling around, trying to escape the gas ....
The flares continued to hang there by their parachutes to turn night into day ...
And there we all were on the helicopter, EN TABLEAU ...
For what seemed like forever ....
By not pulling the trigger, I was disobeying a direct order from my battalion command staff ...
If I pulled the trigger, I was disobeying a direct order from the AC ....
The AC prevailed ...
No shots were fired ...
No women or children in that "ville" were killed by us that night ...
But the Lieutenant was not just leaving things there ...
It wasn't enough to him that we did not fire our weapons ...
That did not end anything ...
It began something instead, a REVOLT ...
A REVOLT by that OFFICER of the U.S. Army ...
Shortly after that, he was VECTORED into the path of our own outgoing artillery, and he was shot down out of the sky in flames ...
They burned all the way down ...
Helicopters burn real hot ....
They were murdered because of that REVOLT by that Lieutenant ...
I know they were vectored into the path of that artillery because I was monitoring the radio that night they died ...
That Lieutenant was going to make a FEDERAL CASE out of that mission that night, and so he was eliminated ....
And three other people on that helicopter that night went to their fiery deaths with him ...
One of them, my friend whose life I had previously saved in another episode was still alive when the helicopter hit the ground ...
We know that because he was found so many feet away where he had managed to crawl before he died ...
His legs were burned off up to his knees ...
It's funny how a simple little word like REVOLT connected to Viet Nam can trigger a release of memories like that ....
Just like I was still sitting there in that helicopter with my finger still on the trigger ...
Suspended in time and space ....
And so ...
That pilot and crew were from the "Little Bears", the 25th Infantry Division Aviation Battalion ...
They flew out of Cu Chi base camp in Viet Nam ...
The year they died was 1969 ...
And so ...
As always, our own esteemed moderator and pundit of many things Arneoker has raised a timely and important point in here following the awarding of a PEACE prize to American president Barack Hussein Obama, and rather than have this discussion in the thread on Obama winning the PEACE prize, I think that it is more proper and fitting, in light of Arneoker's comments above here, to give the issue its own thread ....
Basically, the issue has to do with WHAT IS MURDER, really?
Arneoker does also raise the question of what COWARDLY is, but that is secondary to the essential question of WHAT IS MURDER, so I will consider it in that light ...
WHAT REALLY ARE AMERICANS DOING WHEN THEY GO INTO OTHER COUNTRIES TO KILL PEOPLE WHOSE NAMES THEY DO NOT EVEN KNOW, ALONG WITH THEIR LIFE STORIES?
And yes, of course, that is a very nebulous question ....
So let us be very specific in here, since we have an actual CASE STUDY to consider right above here .....
Sooooooo .....
To start it off, Arneoker ....
Let us go to this vignette above here about a night in Viet Nam back in 1969, and let us hypothesize, Arneoker, that instead of being who he was that night, this Lieutenant on that helicopter was some cigar-chewing dude who when given the order to kill all those people down on the ground turned around with pistol drawn and said, "BOYS, YOU HEARD WHAT THE MAN JUST SAID!"
"LET US GET US SOME BODY COUNT THEN FOR THE MOMS OF AMERICA, CHRIST JESUS, AND THE AMERICAN FLAG!"
WHAT IF WE HAD STARTED FIRING, Arneoker?
WOULD IT HAVE BEEN MURDER?
OR WOULD IT HAVE BEEN SPORT?
AND WOULD IT HAVE BEEN HEROIC?
And anybody else who has some thoughts, please feel free to join in ....
And so ...

