Tag: Michael Here
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No Vietcong Ever Called Me Gringo
Joe, it’s the same bloody circus, isn’t it? Only the headliners change, while the carnies keep spinning the same deadly routines. Once upon a time, it was choppers slicing the humid air over rice paddies, napalm signatures scrawled across the jungle like obscene graffiti. Now it’s sleek drones circling high above the desert, quiet as…