I feel like a complete idiot. I drank so much tonight that I can't remember the guy's name...
First time I got to tour the new Infantry Museum at Benning, I was lucky enough to walk through the "Vietnam Room" with Slowpoke. While we made our way down the dark, jungle trail, he narrated for me. Told me a story about his squad leader....damned if I can recall his name right now....shaved head, short, lean, steely-eyed...from Guam or somewhere.
He said this guy carried a pair of black pajamas in his ruck. Whenever they came upon a heavily traveled trail, he'd jump off the trail, change into his jammies, and would walk right up to the next group of VC coming down the trail. He'd say something to them in vietnamese, then kill them all.
When we walked out the exit door of the Vietnam Room, there was a photo of the guy on the wall, with a story just like Larry had told, printed below it.
Later that evening, back at the Holiday Inn, I took a piss break in the lobby restroom. While I was releasing the Coors Lite from my body, a short, bald, steel-eyed, hard sumbitch walked up to the urinal next to me. I asked him, "Are you so-and-so?" Sure enough, it was Larry's squad leader. Pretty damned cool....(as if Larry wasn't a big enough honor to meet).
Larry, sorry my memory is fucked up tonight.
Always remember: BROS BEFORE HOES.