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Thanks for the piss and vinegar Mr Vincent.

By the time I finished my short winded post, I saw Bob had posted again. So Bob, were you at the Brinks Hotel when a Viet Cong terrorist set off a car bomb that was timed to detonate at 5:45 p.m., during 'happy hour' in the bar. Two Americans were killed and 58 wounded, my best friend was one of the fatalities and I was one of the wounded.

In Saigon during Tet, a Viet Cong guerrilla was shot in the head by South Vietnam's police chief Gen. Nguyen Ngoc Loan, in full view of a news cameraman and a photographer. You might remenber that photo as it was all over the press pages.

I worked closley with Nguyen, and that execution was retaliation for the Brinks bombing. I furnised intel that aided in the execution and mighty glad it happened for a number of reasons, one, cause the brutality required to win that war needed to be seen by the press. We had our hands tied from the get, Cant go here, can't attack, can't bomb there. Now do you here me whining about my wounds. If they were not gonna let us win, we needed to get out.

Nuff said...

Hey Sidewinder,

I'm not crying or feeling sorry for myself. I'm stating a fact, War is a horrible thing. Period. I was a grunt for 19 months in Nam with what was considered to be one of the toughest units to ever fight a battle. I was wounded three times (this means I did bleed for my country, more than once) and I killed too many to suit me. I also watched far too many of my buddies blown to hell. If you note my last post you will see that I said I wasn't sorry I went to Nam and that I wouldn't change that. If you don't have any nightmares you weren't in enough heavy combat. My unit lived in the field. None of that choppering out and back in the same day. We carried everything we needed to survive on our backs. They flew our resupplies out to us in the field every five to seven days, depending on operational needs. We slept on the dirt. There were no air mattresses, no cots, no tents. They would give us an occassional three day stand down when they would chopper us to the battalion base camp for three days of rest, then it was right back to the field. We once spent 126 straight days in the field with no breaks. We were operating in Darlac Province just a few click from the border. None of what you have to say changes the fact that there is nothing glorious about war.

I was Regular Army. Enlisted in Jan 1967 and served until Jun 1973. You consider yourself a hero, huh? That's funny, I've met several Medal of Honor winners and they don't consider themselves heroes, just guys who did what they thought they had to do. No I don't consider myself a hero but I'll compare service records with you any day of the week and I have the orders and certificates of award to back my talk.

Street fights? I've had more than my share of those too. Fear? What for? I lost my fear more than 38 years ago. During the 19 months I was in Vietnam approximately 20,000 American soldiers died there and tens of thousands more were wounded. You might like to compare those numbers to more recent wars fought by the US and her allies. Thank God none of them have even approached Vietnam in casualties. I haven't been afraid of dying since September of 1968. You can talk all of the crap you want and I assure you it does not impress me. There is something wrong with anyone who actually likes fighting, like maybe a screw loose. What gave you the impression that I give a s*** whether you like me or not? I don't engage in popularity contests.

Bob,

Yes, the Nungs frequently worked with our Army Special Forces. The best fighters the South had were the 'Yards and the Nungs. I never operated near Pleiku. That was a 4th Infantry A.O. We did quick strike in to aid the 4th Infantry in some heavy action in late summer of 1968 when the Special Forces Camp at Duc Lap was overrun. We operated out of Ban Me Thuot in that operation. This was just before I left Alpha Company, 4th Bat and went to the 4th Bat Recon Platoon. Alpha Company arrived at Ban Me Thuot (late July, 68) with a company strength of around 120 men. When I left for the Recon Platoon on September 9th, 68 company strength was down to 59 men and a quarter of those were new replacements. We only had one officer left. We were in contact almost every day. It was a bloody affair.

ElV,

Never saw Saigon. I was in the field in II Corps the whole time. The central highlands, Bong Son plain, An Lo and An Do Valleys, The hills inland from Tuy Hoa, An Khe, Duc Lap, and Ban Me Thuot. Did pass through the airport at Don Tre once trying to get to An Khe from Tuy Hoa. Thought it was a big city. If we got lucky enough to pull perimeter security for a mobile fire support base we thought we were in heaven. Felt as safe as walking down main street in my hometown. Agree with your statement that if they weren't going to let us win they should have pulled us out. We all knew that once they turned the fighting over to the S. Vietnamese they would be beaten and all of our efforts would be wasted. This belief proved out.

Jack, I took up your suggestions and checked some of your past posts. You sound like a really happy and secure guy. I guess all this "street" violence has lead you to true happiness. I personally believe you reap what you sow. Can't win em all. I guess some of us want to die sooner than others. Some of us try to improve our chances of dying more than others. Some of us hate ourselves so much that we prefer to risk it all and to die in the street. There is no such thing as no fear of death. Fear of death is what keeps us alive. I think some of us hate ourselves so much that we'd wish someone would just kill us (we might not be self aware enough to realize it though) As far as my feelings on "street fighting" it's hurt the guy as much as u can to get away. Don't go looking for trouble cos one day u might regret it. Sweet dreams, bro.

p.s.
about your service you are either a really creative b.s. artist or not.
I don't share your viewpoints but I do respect you and thank you for your service.
Bob

sidewinder??? whatever the •••• that means?
at least i use my real name!unlike you.
oh! what am i saying the only one who could think i was kissing his ass is:
JACK "the BIG" VAGINA the kung fu skilless master!
obviously you didn't get a dawm thing out of the power of now!
you still live in your imaginary world where what you say matters to anyone!
love marc, or suck it jack vagina!
ps. do you know why i call you that?
because you suck at martial arts ,and i'm sure
you bleed every months!!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhh Can you feel the love brothers?!

I'm still trying to figure out how to work this douche.... and find the link to Jesus in urine. (although, I suspect it was just a representation of Jesus in urine).

Jack,

"Well if you are so concerned about offending any one, what about Fatasses link to a crucified Jesus submerged in urine."

Missed that one. It's deleted.

But you're right about one thing, I am the decider.

"The sheriff has his peace, the lord of a soken has his peace; nay, every householder has his peace. You break his peace if you fight in his house, and besides all the other payments that you must make to atone for your deed of violence, you must make a payment to him for the breach of his guardianship"

Anyone of my brother and sisters who fought in South East Asia is a Hero. Period. So accept and stop the false humility. It is not becoming. We took enough shiet, from every side, even our own, not to claim our rightful fruits.

No war was not glorious, although I gained my self-definition from it. And you sure were sounding like you were whining, although I'll give you a pass on that one. You killed too many to suit you? Hmmmm ... another pass granted.

Yeah had a couple nightmares (most about ex-old ladies). My niche was SO. Still is kinda-of. I have never stopped fighting. Fighting for the right reason is what it is all about. I got duped the first time but was blessed with the tools - and I liked it. Now I fight to right wrongs, when and where I can.

First thing I beat you with is my mind, them my financial resources and political connections and lastly my weapons, and then lasty lastly, my body.

Reg infantry had it worst, poor frecking grunts. So 69, we are obviously to different creatures that evolved from the same black lagoon.

I may still like you, maybe. Don’t stay up at night hopping though.

You need to tighten the mind and meditation is the key. Actually when all the posttraumatic syndrome bullsheit happens, just go to your body. Feel and do not think. Deliberate feeling takes a while to acquire but once you got it, you will know that there is nothing you can do that is wrong or nothing that is right. It just all is - as it is. And the voice that fills you full of fear goes away.

And the fact that the game is set, that we are not in control of anything, and that the divine has issued a pass through his undeserved favor (grace) and that all is forgiven. If you know that, not just believe it, and if you relinquish you life to the divine and ask to be his instrument on earth, hey, let the chips fall were they may and then let God sort it out. It’s bigger than you. Get it? We are all just grains of sand, although some of us our Hero grains.

Meditation is the salve of life, that and a good joint or beer always helps the spirit. About the smoking thing, used correctly, not abused, it is a spiritual assets and a great way to get level.

My favorite weapon... La Plume.

Shaney a round of piss and vinegar enemas on the house. A double for marc Douche. Hey Douche bag, you a Frechie, a frog? Them Froggy's sure are easy to upset.

I choose not to be complimented by you. File it for future reference.

Now where were we, took care of Niner and Dumbest, Oh yeah Bob!

Bob, Bob, Bob, you poor clueless sole.

Happiness? That’s for children playing rind around the rosy. Fulfillment of responsibilities to your self definition and obligations to others, well that is man stuff. True satisfaction.

You are already dead, you just do not want to accept it - and that is why you most likely live a normal, stay inside the rules of man, life (mediocre). Live a little Bobby boy.

"Fear of death is what keeps us alive." I pity you - everyday fearing your death. Fear of death is bondage. Acceptance of death is freedom. Kung fu is about freedom.

Just as all the great oceans have but one flavor, the flavor of salt, so too the teachings of a complete kung fu education has but one flavor, the flavor of freedom.

Free yourself from your mind Bob, and thus free yourself from your limitation and fear.

The only people I know that want to kill them selves are the ones that fear death and want to get it over with. Kinda like the dentist.

I like pain. I guess that's why I liked the brutality of Jimmy's studio. Lots of pain. Its good for you, makes the pleasure sweeter. It’s like in Cuba, where at times they have little food. They say, "The best seasoning is hunger or nothing makes the food taste better than hunger.” Same with pain.

I think you need some personal development to rise above your own "normal" interests.

Did you get that one Hop?

Finally Hop.

A beautiful humanistic post. Felt like I was there with you. So you defiantly got some confidence in your character. Sounds like you now how to be powerful, passionate and playful. Those are Jack’s three P's of fulfillment. Power, Passion and Play. I have never worked a day in my life, all was play and when I wake up I ask God, Hey what kinda cool things are we gonna do today? Power well I got the cake, the knowledge the associates and the connections. Play, just read the posts. Including this one. This board is Jack’s playground. I enjoy myself here and more than a couple of you are learning a lot from your Uncie J sharp wit and tongue, not to mention his vast carnal knowledge - even if you do not realize it or want to admit it.

I love how you finished it.

“What is the measure of a man? From his actions? The size of this mans heart and love inside eclipsed all the actions that he did whether good or bad. It is this love he had inside that I remember most about him.”

The same was true about Jimmy H. Woo. For you mired in mediocrity, that would be Bob and the like (don't worry you guys, never to late to start self development)he was my and Tim's Kung Fu teacher.

A truly brutal man who lived to fight for nearly 20 years. Yet he arrived at humanity through his brutality and became the guy who you could confide in with ultimate confidence, hang out with and laugh you ass off. I was fortunate to go to the track with him a couple times. To this day I do not know of any other of his students that ever went to either the donut shop or Santa Anita with Jimmy (his favorite places). And the first guy you would pick to be on your side if you wanted to lead and implement a military opp.

So you lunk heads out there who think your Little matt techniques are so cool and fulfilling, until you can use them on the Big mat, the one outside the martial arts studio, you are as normal/mediocre as the next guy.

Leadership requires boldness. In boldness lies genius.

Jimmy was a genius although he spoke very bad English. Hop, you would of loved hangin wth the Woo. That man lived multiple lifetimes inside one. And in that respect, El V has emulated him.

So step up to the plate boys and girls, the game ends for everyone eventually.

Jump, fight, love and shout,

do be timed,

let it all hang out.

Who ever posted the peace nick crap. I don't want no peace, I want justice, so who the cap fit, let them wear it. Go down back biters everywhere and death to spiirtiual wickedness in high and low places.

Hey Tim, I mean Decider, you enjoying this stuff. Reelin em en ehh?

Shaney poo,

Roll over on your side insert the tube rectally and make sure the bag is full of wine and coffee (you want to keep your rectal flora plentiful do you not?). Now have that fat ass old lady of yours to a drop squat on the bag and prepare for space travel.

Hey how come you and Tim have so little to say theses days, the Jackster got your tongue.

Well I am warning you guys I am outahere soon so no more Jack to bicker with.

Decider 2, (I guess your buddy Bush is Decider 1) sorry for the future drop in ratings, take it up with Nielson. You don't pay worth a crap anyways, what is your persuasion? Mediterranean?

Nitey nite little heathens...

"...if ya got nothing helpful to say...."

You said a bunch in the pass and none of it was helpful, so what? Why you gotta be such a goodie goodie, daddy yell at you too much or what?

Come on son, you gotta be a Chicken Hawk, not Foghorn Leghorn.

Oh and if you are gonna be reluctant, then I sugeest you use Sanka instaed of expresso in the bag.

in the pass?

How profound of you to point out a typo. Appropriate for the web sites resident house boy.

You got nothin to say. Hey isn't that a requirement of all quire members, having nothing significant to say?

Dally my man, live a little, take a chance, hey something meaningful might emerge. You can do it. The water's not too cold. Baby steps. Jack don't bite (not too hard anyways - hee hee hee). I'm lickin my chops Shaney boy, (was that an Irish song? Or was that Danny boy) just give me somethin to sink my better-to-bite-you-with teeth into.

And i still have absolutely no life whatsoever aside from my deluded self assurance that i am a martial artist, and not a very good one at that.

i have a rare disorder called diarhea of the mouth.

it prevents me from shutting the eff up,.

And did i mention i was a woman? well you probably noticed, my style just gives it all away...

arent you familiar with gay humor?