I myself dabbled in pacifism once, that was before 'nam of course.
Ah nam. I remember attempting to trudge up Friendly Hill. Friendlies as far as the eye could see, mowed down by Vietcong machine gun fire, friendlies crying out "I'M FRIENDLY STOP KILL!" all around. I remember the man standing next to me was crouching and holding a sandwich. He drew a picture into the blood-covered dirt he called 'sandvich dispenser'. Just as he finished, a sniper bullet went right through his skull. His last words were: "Fucking tryhards man..."I myself dabbled in pacifism once, that was before 'nam of course.
Why did I read that in a Peter Griffin voice?Ah nam. I remember attempting to trudge up Friendly Hill. Friendlies as far as the eye could see, mowed down by Vietcong machine gun fire, friendlies crying out "I'M FRIENDLY STOP KILL!" all around. I remember the man standing next to me was crouching and holding a sandwich. He drew a picture into the blood-covered dirt he called 'sandvich dispenser'. Just as he finished, a sniper bullet went right through his skull. His last words were: "Fucking tryhards man..."
I'd be lying if I said I didn't do the same while typing it outWhy did I read that in a Peter Griffin voice?
But were you also masturbating, like I was..I'd be lying if I said I didn't do the same while typing it out