The fighting didn't stop and I was hungry. I ate a Charlie and went
back to the fierce fighting. I
had dropped a lot of weight and was in no way near the top
heavyweight boxer I was. I knew that
if I ate a Charlie here and there that my weight would sky-rocket
back. It sure did. In the
beginning of 69 I dropped 50 pounds due to the fighting. Luckily I
was smarter than most and just
because the Army wasn't feeding me the way they should have I found
ways to help myself. By
the end of 69 I had eaten 15 Charlies and one chow-chow. I had
gained back that 50 pounds
plus another 15 on top of that. After all these years however I feel
sad. In this world right now
there are 15 families of Charlies wondering what happened to their
Charlie. The sad part is I ate
them. There are no remains and these soldiers won't be coming home. 
Right now the American
government has the power and the technology to hunt down the families
of the men I ate. I am in
the midst of suing the American Government for not feeding me
properly during the war. It is the
American Army's fault that I ate 15 Charlies. Write Congress and
help other war hero's like me
come clean about eating Charlie.

Warman