In 1971, at the the 101st Airborne's headquarters based at Camp Eagle, Republic of Viet Nam (located between Hue and Phu Bai), I volunteered to participate in a soldiers chorus in preparation for Christmas.One of the songs that we were rehearsing was, "ADESTE FIDELES", in Latin.However, I never did get to sing.I remember how stunned I was when they gave us a tour of the general's mess hall, where we were scheduled to perform.Back in my unit, the 501st Signal Battalion, I described what I'd seen to other soldiers, and I wrote about it in letters home.Maybe that's why I was suddenly transferred to Da Nang?Or was it in reaction to the attempt on my life by an unidentified soldier detonating a fragmentation grenade in the doorway of my hooch, as I lay sleeping?Mox nix.But, I sure wish I could have learned to sing, "ADESTE FIDELES", in Latin, even though I am not a Roman Catholic.Oh, by the way, I adore Enya!
I remember how stunned I was when they gave us a tour of the general's mess hallI saw the dinner room through a window when as I was filling sand bags in Long Binh. Silverware, China and Crystal glasses.
Indeed , the public school system I attended years ago offered Latin and some math classes that today's ' pant's on the ground ' thug wannabe dumbasses could never comprehend . W. Russell
today's ' pant's on the ground ' thug wannabe dumbasses could never comprehend . That's for sure.