Full Stripe: Vietnam's American {Fanfiction}

Adapted representation of the graphic-rationalism of the complex war in Vietnam, for things of surefire juries/duties (Stanley Kubrick reference).

Full Metal Jacket (Stanley Kubrick) adaptation/fanfiction for your Thanksgiving-November (thanks for reading), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction/adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to the film of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/criticism).

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"I was sent to Vietnam as a Slovak-Algerian Catholic-Bostonian immigrant/citizen/patriot of things of 20th-Century greatness claims for our democracy-expansion minded US-gov't opting to ally with a side of Vietnam (in Asia) caught in a civil-war hellmouth(s) with same ethnic group/clan making ripping bloody waters we Americans claimed we might navigate for downing of a highly-ambitious communist 'force' of machinery and guerrilla-tactics for leviathan/uncertainty!"

"Before I was sent there, I remembered watching American NFL-TV on given Sundays in my family-home as a man of American culture interests, dreaming of things of a changing multiculturalism-oriented Western world of commerce and street-languages for rhetoric, under the leadership of a very progressive Catholic-American US-President (JFK). I kissed my girlfriend goodbye and promised her I'd not get swept-away with patriotism given all the war-protests at home, with soldiers returning without too much crowds-praises from the populous, especially the young student population. I now recount that experience, opposite of Walt Disney's mind (really!), as an older pensive adult American in New England thinking of my continuously 'developing' new Earth of commerce and networks linked social optimism (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

"Before flying to Vietnam-hell, I recount my training-camp (in South Carolina), working alongside a slightly chubby once-bearded near-idealist with no real skill potential of being a real killing soldier for American forces, Pyle. I tried to assist Pyle and make him feel encouraged, while he struggled like hell to keep-up with the rest of us recruits, and he wasn't doing well. Our drill-master really punished him and sometimes with cause; ultimately, Pyle ended up shooting our drill-master in the chest before committing suicide (damn). This was my prologue to the Vietnam War, and it was something I'd reflect on post-return as a decorated soldier, sent home early post minor-injuries, to continue to think of my Western world (America) and a new Earth of social networks 'consciousness' for world-capitalism 'needs' of leviathan/uncertainty. I thought about the poor-sad Pyle, fallen American tragedy, as I roamed in the war-fields of Vietnam, contending with guerrillas and Vietnamese citizens armed to the teeth, invisible to us, since we thought they were defenseless citizens of Earth (wow). Pyle had become my Hades of sorts, and I remembered what my girlfriend told me...for self-doubt."

SOLDIER MCNEIL: That invisible sniper in the fields and building was destroyer.
ME: Remember what our platoon-leader told us, McNeil...Vietnam's bloody!
MCNEIL: You like making those doodles in our bunker, right?
ME: Escapism...the best bread in the time of the AntiChrist, ha.
MCNEIL: Idealist?
ME: That sniper of hellfire accuracy turned out to be a Vietnamese woman, pal.
MCNEIL: Communism's veil-deity, pal...this is a war of no languages, man (damn).
ME: What're you gonna do when/if you get back to America, McNeil?
MCNEIL: Watch American football on TV on Sundays and drink spiked-cider, sure.
ME: Sure.
MCNEIL: That female sniper guerilla communist scare the living daylights out?
ME: Of me...or everyone?
MCNEIL: You're thinkin' of Pyle, no?
ME: He was a real sad tragedy, McNeil...can't get over it.
MCNEIL: Pal, we've seen Asian prostitutes, streets of insanity, and guerrilla-weirds.
ME: Sure.
MCNEIL: You proved to be a real level-headed shot out here, despite cynicism.
ME: Thanx...self-like (ha).
MCNEIL: That female sniper guerrilla scared ya, eh?
ME: She wasn't a doll, I can tell you that, McNeil.
MCNEIL: The war goes on...and we make records without music, pal.
ME: Right (for Heaven/Hell).
MCNEIL: Good...maybe you'll get back home and become a 'Western' writer (ha).
MEL: Sure (self-like).
MCNEIL: Here's to Pyle, for ya, pal.
ME: Thanx (for God too).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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