I watched the G.I. Joe guys in camouflage shooting machine guns in the jungle.
I watched a man take a knife and stab a Viet Cong.
I watched a soldier get shot and start dying as the helicopter came down to pick the soldier up.
I watched the helicopter lift up as the Viet Cong shot all around it.
Then Zeke, the platoon leader, called in an air strike and there were explosions and bombs blowing up, and hand grenades exploding, and things dying. And so I just sat in my white pantyhose and my red lipstick and I imagined myself a soldier in some far away land, searching for something beautiful to kill.