>>7313502so there we was, in the chopper, lookin o'er the jungles of North Vietnam. We was carrying a payload for the Cong. Bigwigs back home didn't say what it was. Lieutenant didn't know either. Johnson had an inkling, but didn't say nothin. This is Johnson we're talking about. Johnson that got shot in the legs three times and was still joking around. What the fuck was we about to do, I thought to myself...for Johnson to shut up like that...for Bernie to look so...disturbed. See, Bernie was our demolitions man. Preacher's son, but he spent his entire childhood fightin demons that wasn't there. The flames was his only way out. The demons didn't like the flames. Watchin him with the flamethrower was like watching a construction worker with a beer in one hand and a hammer in the other. Blissed out. Peaceful despite workin at a shitty job fer most o the day. He wasn't afraid o nothin. Almost nothin he hadn't seen before. But by the twitchin o his nose...somethin was up. Kid had a nose like a bloodhound. What had him so messed up?
Well, we found out real fuckin soon what it was
Ever heard o wily peter? White phosphorus. Powder that burns flesh and gets everywhere. This was NOTHING like that. What we dropped, oh God, Lord forgive me. It shouldn't have existed.
Orange like Satan's crusty farts after gettin into the cheese puffs. Smelt like it too. Killed everything it touched. Trees, flesh, grass. The soil looked like a bowl of shredded cheese. The farmers was screaming. The cong was prayin to whatever gods they had. Looked like monsters outta the X Men. And we went home. And nothing happened afterwards. I remember that silence.
What's a sinner gotta do for some punishment around here...?
Never forget Agent Orange.
