Under orders to shoot the spy, I discharged my pistol into his mouth. He fell face down from the position life left his body kneeling blindfold. No, I never did that. Imagined in airport snow, Albany plane discharging passengers. Yes, the Mexican-faced boy, 19 in Marine cloth, seat next me Descending Salt Lake, accompanied his brother's body from Vietnam. The Gook was kneeling in front of me, crying & pleading. There were two; he had a card we dropped on them. The card granted immunity to those V.C. surrendering. On account of my best friend & my brother I killed both Gooks. That was true, yes. |