You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. But the smell! You know - that gasoline smell... the whole hill! Smelled like... victory.
Some day this war is going to end...
Monday, May 17, 2010
While back in DC last weekend I had the pleasure of hanging out with Robert Duvall on his farm in Virginia. His stories of being in New York in the 50's and 60's, hanging with his no-named friends Dustin Hoffman and Gene Hackman, chasing girls and trying to survive. He said he would rent a horse in the Bronx to learn how to ride so he could be in westerns.
The guy has seen it all.
Posted by Lance Dawes at 9:26 AM