My Vietnam by George Bush
Everyone has his Vietnam. And what is Vietnam but a tale of
dashed hopes. Consider some private citizens.
Paul Gaugin sailed to French Polynesia in search of an elusive
paradise. And died of frustration. That was his Vietnam.
Andre de Sarto, the faultless painter, turned thief and lived a
tormented life. Because he married the wrong woman. It was his
Vietnam.
Because he wanted to write the best Scottish poems, Robert Burns
trekked away his life in search of Scottish folklores. A certain
Vietnam.
Consider these public citizens:
Czar Nicholas of Russia loved power so much. That led to his
death and that of his family. Another Vietnam.
Napoleon Bonaparte's ambition did him in, in Waterloo. It was
his Vietnam dance.
J.F. Kennedy's Cuban dream failed at the Bay of Pigs. Some
Vietnam.
And then enter Richard Nixon. He went to the real Vietnam and
fought an endless war. His Secretary of Sate, Henry Kissinger,
did a stylish exit and got away with a Noble Peace Prize. Yet,
Nixon had his Vietnam.
I went to war in Iraq after GOD sent me a vision of a brave new
world; the vision of a better democracy. Since Adam. Since the
Greek city-states. Since the great Roman Empire
But with about 2,000 American Marine coffins, unending violence
in Iraq, and without a definite exit strategy for the American
forces, I begin to think that this is my Vietnam.
Please tell it to no one. Because they all have their Vietnam.
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