I won me a chest full of medals for killing ole' Charlie Cong. Hell, it wasn't wrong. Couldn't have been. I was paid every month and then once I met a General who slapped me on the back and we laughed at the crack he made about body count. "Son, it's not the fact, it's the amount. We kill one, we write down three and between you and me thats the way to win wars." Government pimps... Military whores... Who could possible know more than they do.