Out here, nothing is ordinary. With every new day it feels like I’m going insane
just bein out here. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m not in a living hell. Just a few days ago
we lost fifteen men in a bunch of those god damn VC booby traps. This supposed VC, they’re ruthless settin traps for us like we’re a bunch of animals. After we walked through that jungle, instead of fruit hanging from those trees is was fifteen ripe, young boys dismembered beyond recognition. We see killing every day but that really got to us. It’s demoralizing cleaning up the bodies of your only friends and companions that you’ve had for years. But, the worst
part about this whole thing is we never even catch a glimpse of who we’re fighting. They’re always sneaking around us at night and you can hear ‘em moving but still, you never see them. It seems useless being here, like we were set up to loose seeing as we never seen our enemy and we’re always getting ambushed. Anyway, now we’re heading over to some small town called My Lai; never heard of it but hell, I’ve never heard of all the places we go out here. I’m out here with Charlie company in the first brigade led by this real idiot Lieutenant William Calley. Nice guy and all but if you ask me, he really ain’t got no business being out here. Calley led us into this town as if he was on a mission of his own; like he h
ad something to prove to everyone. As we approached My Lai nothing seemed wrong, it was the usual Vietnamese town. Just a bunch of woman, men and children farming with absolutely no idea what was being thrust upon them. Just then, as soon as we he saw the first woman he started firing his machine gun like it was the last time he would ever get to do it. One, two, three, four, women just
fell over, lifeless as he swept through the fields. As I looked around everyone in our platoon stood there motionless and shocked at what they had just witnessed. Soon shots could be heard everywhere, bullets whizzing by in every which direction but none of them were coming form the enemy. Lt. Calley was just screamin at everyone ordering us to kill everyone in sight whether they were innocent or not. This was hell. Meaningless killings of innocent people. I would see women r
unning out of their huts screaming holding there babies in sheer terror only to be murdered by a soldier ordered to shoot them. One of the clearest memories I have is looking over at my best friend Brown as he prepared to partake in these killings. Calley had lined up fifty or so Vietnamese civilians all on a line next a hole and ordered Brown to “take care of them”. But when Calley returned and all them people were still standing there crying and screaming and Brown was just motionless standin there 
too. Calley was furious, he came back screamin asking why he hadn’t taken care of them already. So right then, Calley just started shootin all of them holding his trigger as hard as he could. Then he ordered Brown to start shooting and all of us looking on saw brown crying, balling as he held his trigger down completely motionless and killed the 
rest of those woman and children. That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen. Calley was a crazy son of a bitch but I never thought he’d have us murdering children along with him. When that day of ruthless killing and murdering was over with My Lai was unrecognizable. Anything that had previously been living was gruesomely murdered and dead. Dead children and animals lay next to eachother blown to pieces. The entire village was set a fire as Calley walked around taking his last look of the destruction he had just ordered. This was not war. This was insanity. It was cold blood
ed murder of people that wanted nothing to do with any of the madness taking place in their country.
just bein out here. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m not in a living hell. Just a few days ago
we lost fifteen men in a bunch of those god damn VC booby traps. This supposed VC, they’re ruthless settin traps for us like we’re a bunch of animals. After we walked through that jungle, instead of fruit hanging from those trees is was fifteen ripe, young boys dismembered beyond recognition. We see killing every day but that really got to us. It’s demoralizing cleaning up the bodies of your only friends and companions that you’ve had for years. But, the worst
part about this whole thing is we never even catch a glimpse of who we’re fighting. They’re always sneaking around us at night and you can hear ‘em moving but still, you never see them. It seems useless being here, like we were set up to loose seeing as we never seen our enemy and we’re always getting ambushed. Anyway, now we’re heading over to some small town called My Lai; never heard of it but hell, I’ve never heard of all the places we go out here. I’m out here with Charlie company in the first brigade led by this real idiot Lieutenant William Calley. Nice guy and all but if you ask me, he really ain’t got no business being out here. Calley led us into this town as if he was on a mission of his own; like he had something to prove to everyone. As we approached My Lai nothing seemed wrong, it was the usual Vietnamese town. Just a bunch of woman, men and children farming with absolutely no idea what was being thrust upon them. Just then, as soon as we he saw the first woman he started firing his machine gun like it was the last time he would ever get to do it. One, two, three, four, women just
fell over, lifeless as he swept through the fields. As I looked around everyone in our platoon stood there motionless and shocked at what they had just witnessed. Soon shots could be heard everywhere, bullets whizzing by in every which direction but none of them were coming form the enemy. Lt. Calley was just screamin at everyone ordering us to kill everyone in sight whether they were innocent or not. This was hell. Meaningless killings of innocent people. I would see women r
unning out of their huts screaming holding there babies in sheer terror only to be murdered by a soldier ordered to shoot them. One of the clearest memories I have is looking over at my best friend Brown as he prepared to partake in these killings. Calley had lined up fifty or so Vietnamese civilians all on a line next a hole and ordered Brown to “take care of them”. But when Calley returned and all them people were still standing there crying and screaming and Brown was just motionless standin there 
too. Calley was furious, he came back screamin asking why he hadn’t taken care of them already. So right then, Calley just started shootin all of them holding his trigger as hard as he could. Then he ordered Brown to start shooting and all of us looking on saw brown crying, balling as he held his trigger down completely motionless and killed the 
rest of those woman and children. That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen. Calley was a crazy son of a bitch but I never thought he’d have us murdering children along with him. When that day of ruthless killing and murdering was over with My Lai was unrecognizable. Anything that had previously been living was gruesomely murdered and dead. Dead children and animals lay next to eachother blown to pieces. The entire village was set a fire as Calley walked around taking his last look of the destruction he had just ordered. This was not war. This was insanity. It was cold blood
ed murder of people that wanted nothing to do with any of the madness taking place in their country. 
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