stand with me

today as i was leaving my apartment in L.A. and i had my lenin shirt on. as i leaving my apartment i turned and began strolling down the sidewalk. i saw up ahead of me an old man, he had one arm, white hair and a whie beard. helooked at me and than at my shirt. he suddenly got this angry look in his eyes. he walked up to me and said "hey comrade, why don't you go back to russia and suck on some frozen potatoes, if i hadn't lost my right arm in nam killing commie gooks i'd stick the cold barrel of an m-16 up your ass and pull the trigger". i looked at him stunned, he went on "i lost my hole unit trying t take hamburger hill, i held my best freind's interstines in my hands as he begged me to take him home. you don't know pain, you don't nkow war, you can't possibly began to truly understand the world you live in and the true nature of man till you've been covered your freidns blood and body parts." i turned from the old man and ran back up to my apartment. i jetted up the stairs and to my room slamming the door behind me. i stopped and listened to the silence of the apartment, the old man's words still ringing in my ears, i wlaked to my couch and sat down. i than began to cry. i cried and cried and cried. after i was all done crying i decided the old man was stupid and i didn't worry aboiut what he said, war is bad anyway i know that, im not stupid. all sorts of bad things happen in war, duh, chill out. thats why vietnam was illegal becuase people got shopt and stuff. so i got up, shrugged it off and decided not to worry about it.