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Highlight from a group I like to watch. I thought it was pretty funny.
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Grandma doesn't need this shit, Grandma was in 'nam!
A-and sometimes... sometimes she just goes back there, just a sound... a sight, or a smell, and Granma is back in that medical tent. Tending to wounded G.I's as they writhe in agony and wondering to herself if this is what her mother saw when she was an army nurse and if this is what she had wanted for her little girl.
And then she remembers it more vividly: She's carrying the bottle of coke to that young G.I, not much older than her, stepped on a landmine and today's his birthday. Needs something to help keep is mind off things, she's laughing and he's smiling for the first time hes been here. Then the gunfire starts. Charlie's in the camp. She can hear it getting closer. The bottle of cokes smashed onto the ground. Does she leave the tent? Leave the feeble and the weak?
Gunfire's getting closer now. Yelling and screaming. Soldiers cant get coordinated, Charlie is everywhere. Helicopter blades sound, explosion outside. She can hear them yelling outside, getting closer now.
But now she can feel herself being pushed down. The Young G.I, with his one good arm, pushing her down and whispering to her hoarsely to stay quiet. The air smells like gasoline and dirt. She can see their boots now, going from bed to bed. Shooting the ones who can't run. Then they come to his bed and stop; he was the only one awake. They ask him in broken English if anybody else is there. He tells them the staff all evacuated. They shoot him, over and over. Blood soaks into the mattress as they walk out of the room. She stifles the urge to scream. She can only wait untill reinforcements come to check for survivors. Alone in the tent.
They called her brave when she got home. Gave her a medal and put her on TV. She never felt brave, and even as the years go by, even when she's in bed and the grandkids are asleep, sometimes she wakes up in a cold sweat. She's there again, carrying that bottle of coke on that silver medical trey again.
And she sees the G.I smiling, feels the heat on her neck, and then shes back there again.
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