Avast! William L. Calley Jr., the scallywag of My Lai, has shuffled off this mortal coil at 80! Arrr!
2024-07-30
Arrr, matey! In a tale of woe, hundreds o' Vietnamese souls met Davy Jones thanks to American cannons, yet only Lieutenant Calley faced the hangman’s noose. 'Tis like a parrot squawkin' that only one matey be guilty while the whole crew be drinkin' rum! Savvy?
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round fer a tale o' woe and folly from the far-off lands o' Vietnam! Aye, the seas be churnin’ with the cries o' hundreds o' innocent souls who met their grim fate at the hands o' the scurvy American soldiers. Aye, they came with their guns, swaggerin’ like they owned the seven seas, but alas, they left a wake o' destruction in their path.Now, amongst this ruckus, there stood one Lieutenant Calley, a lad who found himself in the eye o' the storm. With the ferocity o' a raging tempest, he was the lone scallywag thrown to the sharks! The rest o' his crew, they scuttled away, leavin’ him to bear the blame like a barnacle on a ship’s hull.
So here’s the jest, mateys! In a world where hundreds fell, it be but one poor lieutenant who faced the music. Aye, it be a strange sea we sail in, where the weight o’ guilt is lighter than a feather, and justice be as elusive as a mermaid’s kiss! So hoist the flag o' irony high, for in this tale, it be Calley alone who danced with the gallows, while his mates raised a toast and sailed off into the sunset, free as a bird! Arrr!