A memoir of a Vietnam veteran
You could feel it when they gave that request. It was no longer a man in a Santa suit, but a spirit they spoke to, a spirit they hoped could bring them their greatest wish.
We went back to the tent to write the script, plan our edits on the tape and to turn the film over to Specialist Dominic Sondy.
Sergeant Jay Smith had reclaimed the swivel chair while I was gone. I recaptured it and placed it under my desk before leaving for lunch. As I ate I kept thinking about the Dollys. I had talked to other officers about them and was shocked by some of the things I heard, �They�re over here looking for husbands.�
�They�re a waste. All they do is make the men miss home.�
�Bunch of prick teasers.�
Where was all this negative energy coming from, I wondered?
�Think about it, Woody,� my friend Lt. Steve Zurrow said. �If there are women over here, taking the same risks you�re taking, then just how much of a war hero are you? You think there aren�t guys here thinking that way?�
�But why all the angry comments about sex?�
�Aren�t you horny? Are you telling me you didn�t want to take one of them back to your tent and do a little love making?�
Next