Look at our current situation with this camel-fucker in Iraq:
Sure, you'll see some tank battles. But fighting in desert is very different from fighting in canopy jungle. I mean 'Nam was a foot soldier's war whereas, uh, this thing should be a fucking cakewalk. I mean I had an M16, Jacko, not an Abrams fucking tank. Just me and Charlie, man, eyeball to eyeball. That's fuckin' combat. The man in the black pyjamas, Dude. Worthy fuckin' adversary. Whereas what we have here, a bunch of fig-eaters with towels on their heads tryin' to find reverse in a Soviet tank. This is not a worthy fucking adversary.
Land mines are pretty vicious.
How long can this crap go on for? When is enough enough? Is it ever OK to throw in the towel and admit you made a mistake?
Anyways, it's Friday, so we decided to post a video of the members of "England's Loudest Band" at the zoo, having a deeply philosophical discussion about our monkey cousins: