Eh.....shhhhh.
Be very quiet, listen, and don't breath a word of this to anyone.
Not so much as a soul.
Okay, I admit it. I was there. I can vouch for Kerry.
It's like this. We were there.....christmas eve '68....CAMBODIA!
I remember it like it was yesterday......the bullets flying...the smell of
napalm in the morning....
It's like the memory was.....er....uh....seared....yea that's it, seared
into me.
We were scared shitless. Well, at least I was....but not Kerry. He was
like no man I have ever seen.
Anyway it christmas time, and I was homesick. and so damn hungry.
The only thing that kept me going was pictures of my boy.
Oh, and big John.
As I lay there shitting my pants, poppin' pills 'gainst mosquito death,
John said to me....he said, "Rooster", that's what he called me,
"Rooster I'm gonna Get us christmas dinner".
"Turkey...ham...duck?", I asked.
"No", he replied,"rabbit........rabbit stew."
With that, he grabbed his trusty 12 gauge m-16, and crawled off into
the jungle.
He returned a while later with the kill, and we feasted.
I asked him how he was able to bag the rabbit, and he told me that
he listened for the rabbit sounds and......BANG BANG BANG!
Amazed at this, I asked, "Rabbit sounds?"
He proudly replied, "Cambodian rabbit sounds!"
Confused, I asked, "Cambodian rabbit sounds?"
Bursting with pride, he replied, "You know...meow meow!"
Be very quiet, listen, and don't breath a word of this to anyone.
Not so much as a soul.
Okay, I admit it. I was there. I can vouch for Kerry.
It's like this. We were there.....christmas eve '68....CAMBODIA!
I remember it like it was yesterday......the bullets flying...the smell of
napalm in the morning....
It's like the memory was.....er....uh....seared....yea that's it, seared
into me.
We were scared shitless. Well, at least I was....but not Kerry. He was
like no man I have ever seen.
Anyway it christmas time, and I was homesick. and so damn hungry.
The only thing that kept me going was pictures of my boy.
Oh, and big John.
As I lay there shitting my pants, poppin' pills 'gainst mosquito death,
John said to me....he said, "Rooster", that's what he called me,
"Rooster I'm gonna Get us christmas dinner".
"Turkey...ham...duck?", I asked.
"No", he replied,"rabbit........rabbit stew."
With that, he grabbed his trusty 12 gauge m-16, and crawled off into
the jungle.
He returned a while later with the kill, and we feasted.
I asked him how he was able to bag the rabbit, and he told me that
he listened for the rabbit sounds and......BANG BANG BANG!
Amazed at this, I asked, "Rabbit sounds?"
He proudly replied, "Cambodian rabbit sounds!"
Confused, I asked, "Cambodian rabbit sounds?"
Bursting with pride, he replied, "You know...meow meow!"

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