This is true.
I had a buddy in Vietnam. His name was Bob Kiley but everybody called him Rat.
A friend of his gets killed, so about a week later Rat sits down and writes a letter to the
guy’s sister. Rat tells her what a great brother she had, how strack the guy was, a number one pal
and comrade. A real soldier’s soldier, Rat says. Then he tells a few stories to make the point, how
her brother would always volunteer for stuff nobody else would volunteer for in a million years,
dangerous stuff, like doing recon or going out on these really badass night patrols. Stainless steel
balls, Rat tells her. The guy was a little crazy, for sure, but crazy in a good way, a real daredevil,
because he liked the challenge of it, he liked testing himself, just man against gook. A great,
great guy, Rat says.
Anyway, it’s a terrific letter, very personal and touching. Rat almost bawls writing it. He
gets all teary telling about the good times they had together, how her brother made the war seem
almost fun, always raising hell and lighting up villes and bringing smoke to bear every which
way. A great sense of humor, too. Like the time at this river when he went fishing with a whole
damn crate of hand grenades. Probably the funniest thing in world history, Rat says, all that gore,
about twenty zillion dead gook fish. Her brother, he had the right attitude. He knew how to have
a good time. On Halloween, this real hot spooky night, the dude paints up his body all different
colors and puts on this weird mask and goes out on ambush almost stark naked, just boots and
balls and an M-16. A tremendous human being, Rat says. Pretty nutso sometimes, but you could
trust him with your life.
And then the letter gets very sad and serious. Rat pours his heart out. He says he loved the
guy. He says the guy was his best friend in the world. They were like soul mates, he says, like
twins or something, they had a whole lot in common. He tells the guy’s sister he’ll look her up
when the war’s over.
So what happens?
Rat mails the letter. He waits two months. The dumb cooze never writes back.
A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest
models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things they have always done.
If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you
feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been
made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no
virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and
uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil. Listen to Rat Kiley. Cooze, he says. He does not say bitch. He certainly does not say woman, or girl, He says cooze. Then he spits and stares.
He’s nineteen years old—it’s too much for him—so he looks at you with those big gentle, killer
eyes and says cooze, because his friend is dead, and because it’s so incredibly sad and true: she
never wrote back.
You can tell a true war story if it embarrasses you. If you don’t care for obscenity, you
don’t care for the truth; if you don’t care for the truth, watch how you vote. Send guys to war,
they come home talking dirty.
Listen to Rat: “Jesus Christ, man, I write this beautiful fucking letter, I slave over it, and
what happens? The dumb cooze never writes back.”
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
Six Rules:
1. If you like something because you think other people are going
to like it, it's a sure bet no one will.
2. Most doors in the world are closed, so if you find one you want to get into: you damn well better have an interesting knock.
3. Everything you think is important, isn't. And everything you think is unimportant, is.
4. Don't shit where you eat (Metaphorically speaking).
5. Lean into it: the outcome doesn't matter. What matters is that you're there for it. Whatever it is, good or bad; kind of like right now.
6. Never sleep with someone who has more problems than you do.
7. Always assume mom is listening.
8. Know your math.
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