The Patriot Files Forums - Creation of the Vietnam Veteran

When the Lord was creating Vietnam Veterans, He was into His 6th day
of overtime working on the first fully operational model when an
angel appeared.

The angel said to the Lord, "You're certainly doing a lot of fiddling
around on this one."

And God said, "Have you seen the specs on this order? A Nam Vet has
to be able to run 5 clicks through the bush with a full pack on,
endure with barely any sleep for days, enter tunnels full of rats,
spiders and the enemy all the while keeping his weapons clean and
operable. He has to be able to sit in his foxhole all night during an
attack, hold his buddies as they die, walk point in unfamiliar
territory known to be VC infested, and somehow keep his senses alert
for danger. He has to be in top physical condition existing on c-rats
and very little rest. And he has to have 6 pairs of hands."

The angel shook his head slowly and said, "6 pair of hands....no way."

The Lord says, "It's not the hands that are causing me problems. It's
the 3 pair of eyes a Nam Vet has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded."One pair that sees through elephant grass, another
pair here in the side of his head for his buddies, another pair here
in front that can look reassuringly at his bleeding, fellow soldier
and say, "You'll make it"... when he knows he won't."

"Lord, rest, and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord. "Not until I have a model that can carry a
wounded soldier 1,000 meters during a fire fight, calm the fears of
the latest FNG and feed a family of 4 on a grunt's paycheck."

The angel walked around the model and said, "Can it think?"

"You bet," said the Lord. "It can quote much of the UCMJ, understands
'non sibi sed patriae', knows what 'de oppresso liber' means, recite
all his general orders, and engage in a search and destroy mission in
less time than it takes for his fellow Americans back home to discuss
the morality of the War and all the while, keep his sense of humor."

The Lord gazed into the future and said, "He will also endure being
vilified and spit on when he returns home, rejected and crucified by
the very ones for which he fought."

Finally, the angel slowly ran his finger across the vet's cheek, and
said, "There's a leak...I told you that you were trying to put too
much into this model."

"That's not a leak", said the Lord. "That's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled up emotions, for holding fallen soldiers as they
die, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American
flag, for the terror of living with PTSD for decades after the war,
alone with its' demons with no one to care or help."

"You're a genius," said the angel, casting a gaze at the tear.

The lord looked very somber, as if seeing down eternity's distant shores.

"I didn't put it there," He said.

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