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This doesn't seem funny to me, what with the PTSD a large # of vets came home suffering from.

Not to mention tsetse flies live in Africa, not South East Asia.

Comedy = Tragedy + Distance and all, this just doesn't sit right with me.

QuickVit, I'll wager you're too young to remember Vietnam. Nam was my college, son. It was where I learnt what i know. Sure, you've seen the movie, read the book, hell, maybe you even played the videogame But until you've been there QuickVit, until you've stared death in it's yellow face, you'll never know. A picture won't bring it all back for you in inglorious techni-colour, QuickVit, not like the blood-spirting yankee-doodle horrorshow scrolling like a neon Nintendo wargame 24-7 across the face of my brain. Sure, you've had the Falklands, Iraq, and, shit, i'll even give you Hastings, Belfast and F'ghanistan. But the momma freaking superior of battles was Vietnam. One time, and i don't mind admitting this... you do what you godda do in the heat of battle. One time i shat my pants. Straight out shat my pants. Now that's the worst thing a man can do in the jungle. In no time at all, a million stinkin' tsetse flies were buzzin' towards me. And let me tell you, to a man who's not seen a woman in months, to a man who's rifle has the only butt he's held in his hands in four freakin' months, the 1,000 calibre flirtation of a swarm of tsetse flies is better than his first Prom kiss and a Big Mac landin' on the freakin' moon on the 4th July. But i didn't dry hump them wrigglin' bastards, QuickVit, I tamed em and I trained those li'l fellas to play Hendrix and Stravinsky sweeter than apple pie on a tittie, and when Pappa Jackson bought it at the Tet offensive, my band of flies delivered the sweetest rendition of Livin' on a Prayer you ever damn heard. You'll never know the horror, QuickVit. The horror's all I'm left with.