| A GREEN LIEUTENANT A memoir of a Vietnam veteran |
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| "Lieutenant Gannon," I hear this bored voice say like my name means idiot or something, "Take a look at the log. What day is this?" I look at the log book. "December 31st Sir."
"Right. Now look at your watch and tell me the time." I look. It's zero, zero, two. Two damn minutes into 1969. I didn't even answer the son of a bitch I just put the phone down and watched the rest of the show. Asshole of a sergeant just sat there smirking when he wasn't snorting or giggling out loud." Smith and I were in stitches but I could still see the red in Gannon's face and neck. I waved to Koh Hiep and bought the "Savior of Lai Khe" another Bud. (Gannon is a fictitious name, the story is real) Return to contents |
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