Hello Vietnam

Think the USA is going to hell in a hand basket these days? Corporate greed and economic hoo-ha got you down? Screw that.

Johnny Wright and Kitty Wells take us back to the days when we were leading the fight to stop those stinkin' commies from overtaking our blessed ways.

Who's That Lady?

Sexy Lady! On one of my favorite websites, 'Comics with Problems' (no, I'm not talking Andy Dick), you can have your choice of huffing, VD, pot, sexual assault, and yes! your rifle and how to treat it like a lady, by Eisner Studios. Still in the package! Guess this soldier already knew what he was doing.  Issued to every soldier in comic book form on their way to Vietnam. Sigh.

The Ballads of Lt. Wm. Calley

I say war criminal, you say war hero....that's what makes America great, I think....The World's Worst Records has not one, not two, but THREE musical tributes to the man held responsible for one of the worst massacres of the Vietnam war.

Bat-nam

Batman Onomatopoeias in Vietnamese.


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"Two color Vietnam war era knock off, complete with full color cover, two color interior (newsprint) and fold out secondary cover."
1960s Vietnamese Batman and Robin comic book, uploaded and shared by Ethan Persoff.

Ghosts In The Landscape: Vietnam Revisited

Craig J. Barber... Ghosts In The Landscape: Vietnam Revisited. "...I began returning to Viet Nam early in 1995. My intent: photographing, writing and learning about the land I first saw as a combat Marine many years before. Full of youthful ignorance upon my initial arrival in Viet Nam, saddened and still ignorant upon my departure, I returned home with more questions than answers and more anger than I care to admit. This time, older, gentler and more mature, I hoped for a better understanding. Carrying vivid memories - some good, some not so, all intense, all needing clarification - I navigated each day through the landscape of my emotions. Following I share a journal entry:
The lack of discernible change is jarring at times. Memory runs deep in my veins as I wind my way along narrow dirt paths and bamboo groves, past straw houses and barking dogs. More than once, as I wander the small hamlets, I have felt on patrol, the weight of my pack reminiscent of those days and the tripod feeling like a weapon. But now I am searching for images instead of 'Charlie.' These moments are disconcerting but I do not brush them aside. I am trying not to brush anything aside, I want to embrace all that comes along." From Works by Craig J. Barber.