Thoughts on Inflating One’s History

I’ve been thinking about Brian Williams’ problem.

First, to put the issue in perspective, Walter Cronkite and the journalists of his era to whom Brian Williams is being compared didn’t deal with this odd conflation of real news and whatever the hell the Kardasians are. We don’t even know what the news is anymore.

Brian Williams did go into the combat zone and put himself in danger to report from there. He did not get shot at. That kind of sucks.

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I was a REMF. The guys down at Charlie Med in VietNam were doing the heavy lifting, and I was just cleaning their patients up to send them home. Even when I did “go to VietNam” it was on an aircraft carrier. We had a couple of accidents on the flight deck, but accidents happen everywhere. I was there without being there. I was never in it. Do you think I’ve never thought about embellishing my service?

The thing is that I know these guys, and they will know if you lie to them. Accept the privilege of having accomplished what you did accomplish. I know that, if I had ever actually been ordered to Field Med School for duty with the Marines, I’d have been kicked out of the Navy then and there for my flat feet. I wasn’t supposed to be there… but it still bothers me.

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One Response to Thoughts on Inflating One’s History

  1. Wally Blue says:

    I was drafted into the Army in 1965 and finished my term in 1967. I never went to Vietnam. I’ve always felt that I missed the main event of my generation. But, I’ve never felt the need to make up war stories, although I can understand the temptation of those who got close but not quite there to be a part of a group that was able to bring back eyewitness accounts to certain events.