To the guys in the bush--the 11 Bravo 10's who did all of the killing and most of the
dying--we were lower than dogshit. Because we were lucky. Our numbers
hadn't come up.
At the height of the Vietnam War there were eight REMFs in the rear for every
grunt in the bush. We were the clerks and cooks and typists and mechanics and
doctors and linguists and lawyers and morticians who never saw the war except
in the eyes of those who fought it.
We had one thing in common with the foot soldier: we hated the army too.
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