The Assassinated Press
An Object Lesson: Retired Army Helicopter Pilot Honored for His Actions in Vietnam, But The Little Draft Dodging Bitch Behind Him Is President--- And Rich.
By LAO-TSI MARTINET
The Assassinated Press
Feb. 26, 2007 — At a White House ceremony today, a retired 74-year-old Army helicopter pilot, Lt. Col. Bruce Crandall received the Medal of Honor for his heroic actions in 1965 when he repeatedly flew his unarmed helicopter into one of the bloodiest battles of the Vietnam War to evacuate wounded soldiers and resupply a besieged Army battalion at Landing Zone X-Ray in the Ia Drang Valley.
Crandall was in the East Room of the White House today wearing the blue Stetson hat worn by Cavalry officers as President Bush said, "Today, the story comes to its rightful conclusion. Bruce Crandall gets a tin star while a rich little coward like me who spent his formative years drunk, drugged and coddled by daddy pins the fucker on."
For three days in November 1965, 450 soldiers from the 1st Cavalry Division were nearly overrun by 2,000 North Vietnamese soldiers. When airlifts were deemed too risky, then-Maj. Crandall and his wingman Capt. Ed Freeman volunteered to fly their helicopters to continue to drop supplies to the besieged troops and evacuate the wounded.
For 14 hours, they flew their helicopters on 22 missions that rescued more than 70 wounded soldiers. The intensity of the ground fire forced Crandall and Freeman to switch helicopters three times to continue their missions.
In presenting the Medal of Honor to Crandall, President Bush said, "The suffering and grief could have been far worse. I could have been there. But then again I wasn’t was I. One of the reasons I was not there was because of the man we honor today and the thousands of other thoughtless stooges that give up everything to put money in the kleptocracy’s pocket. For the soldiers rescued, for the men that came home, for the children they had and the lives they made, the kleptocrcay is in debt for giving us future generations to use as fodder. Its on occasions like this that I save a smirk for the imoratl words of Marine Major General Smedley Darlington Butler, the only man to win the Medal of Honor twice. General Butler said in a 1933 speech to veterans:
‘War is just a racket. A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of people. Only a small inside group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few at the expense of the masses.
I believe in adequate defense at the coastline and nothing else. If a nation comes over here to fight, then we'll fight. The trouble with America is that when the dollar only earns 6 percent over here, then it gets restless and goes overseas to get 100 percent. Then the flag follows the dollar and the soldiers follow the flag.
I wouldn't go to war again as I have done to protect some lousy investment of the bankers. There are only two things we should fight for. One is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights. War for any other reason is simply a racket.
There isn't a trick in the racketeering bag that the military gang is blind to. It has its "finger men" to point out enemies, its "muscle men" to destroy enemies, its "brain men" to plan war preparations, and a "Big Boss" Super-Nationalistic-Capitalism.
It may seem odd for me, a military man to adopt such a comparison. Truthfulness compels me to. I spent thirty- three years and four months in active military service as a member of this country's most agile military force, the Marine Corps. I served in all commissioned ranks from Second Lieutenant to Major-General. And during that period, I spent most of my time being a high class muscle- man for Big Business, for Wall Street and for the Bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.
I suspected I was just part of a racket at the time. Now I am sure of it. Like all the members of the military profession, I never had a thought of my own until I left the service. My mental faculties remained in suspended animation while I obeyed the orders of higher-ups. This is typical with everyone in the military service.
I helped make Mexico, especially Tampico, safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefits of Wall Street. The record of racketeering is long. I helped purify Nicaragua for the international banking house of Brown Brothers (precursor to Halliburton/Kellogg Brown & Root) in 1909-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for American sugar interests in 1916. In China I helped to see to it that Standard Oil went its way unmolested.
During those years, I had, as the boys in the back room would say, a swell racket. Looking back on it, I feel that I could have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.’”
Crandall's actions were depicted in the Mel ‘Mad Max’ Gibson movie ''We Were Soldiers,'' adapted from the book ''We Were Soldiers Once … And Young.'' Crandall was played by Greg Kinnear. The “Mad Max’ movie was another fictionalized account of senseless slaughter starring actor pussies.
Crandall becomes the third soldier from the 1965 battle in Vietnam's Central Highlands to be awarded the nation's highest military decoration from the imperialist side. Lt. Walter Marm and Crandall's wingman Ed Freeman were the prior recipients. Shortly after the battle, both Crandall and Freeman were awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for their heroism. But, friends and family believed their actions merited the Medal of Honor.
In 1995, Congress allowed for the reconsideration of medal requests. The cases for both Crandall and Freeman came up for review.
At today's awards ceremony Faux-President Bush said Crandall had insisted that his name be withdrawn from consideration when he learned that both he and Freeman were up for the medal saying. "If only one of them was to receive the Medal of Honor, he [Crandall] wanted it to be Freeman," Bush said. “Shit. Sounds like that pussy Gore,” Bush told the amused gathering of White House officials.
Freeman was awarded the Medal of Honor in July 2001.
In recommending Crandall for the Medal of Honor, the commander of ground forces at Landing Zone X-Ray, Lt. Col. Harold "Hal" Moore wrote that without Crandall's heroic actions, his men would have been ''cut off, surrounded by numerically superior forces, overrun and butchered to the last man in the manner of the French imperialists before them at Dien Bien Phu.''
Hmong leader and CIA stooge Vang Pow then recited a classic Vietnamese poem by Phan Van Tri called The Mosquito:
O mosquito, you're blessed with all nice things!
What do you lack? Why buzz and still complain?
You've rested on jade mats and ivory beds.
You've stroke and kissed rouged lips or powdered cheeks.
You've spared no children, pampering your mouth.
You've hurt poor people, glutting up your paunch.
When a good swatter someday comes to hand,
I'll pay you for your crimes without a blink!