Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 11, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

One of the real screwy ops I will always remember started when the locals ordered us to kill a crooked Sheriff and Deputy who had killed our own.  High command told us not to shoot the Deputy.  So we shot the Sheriff and then we did not shoot the Deputy, by a centimeter, once a day, at random times, for two months.  On the 64th day, he shot himself.  I still say it was a guilty conscience…