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Thursday, April 03, 2003
American apocrypha
Michael Finley had a good post up a few days ago regarding the Vietnam era myth about protestors spitting on returning soldiers. We've all heard this story of the war weary vet returning to an ungrateful nation only to be called a "baby killer" and then spit upon at the airport. Of course, like the Richard Gere/gerbil story that my cousin's best friend's sister who works at UCLA Medical swears is true....nobody really knows or fesses up to being involved, or is able to prove it. Thus it becomes part of the "this proves my point because I heard somewhere that...." lexicon of the fact and position challenged.
Which brings us to the "Saddam's men kidnapped their husbands" van story noted below. L.T. Smash, who is an "on-the-ground" source for the housebound I'd-be-fighting-if-it-wasn't-for-this-pilonidal-cyst warbloggers is perpetuating the story based on the "word on the street":
He's referring to an incident in Iraq, where a large van attemted to run a Coalition checkpoint. The soldiers at the checkpoint opened fire, killing several women and children aboard. It's been all over the news here.
"Yes. It is very sad."
"Do you know what happened?" He's going to tell me.
"What?"
"Saddam's men kidnapped their husbands. They said they would kill them if the women did not drive through the checkpoint."
"That's horrible."
"Yes. Saddam is a very bad man. You must kill him." He is angry.
"We will get him," I promise
Of course, he runs a disclaimer:
I don't know if what this man told me is what really happened. Rumors about atrocities in Iraq spread like wildfire amongst the local population.
Then diminishes it:
But I wouldn't be surprised if it were true.
That's the word on the street from here.
...and the couchbound freedom fighters unleash a torrent of their bodily fluids with a grunt of satisfaction because if coincides with their suspicions and it was...oh...so...good. Several tissues and a cigarette later, they file away the "Saddam's men made me do it" story because this one is a lot more fun to tell to the guys down at the Sip N' Suds later on, than about about the two years that they spent as a supply clerk at Ft. Dix.
There you have it. Apocrypha made easy.
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