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    I Shot a Tree

    I shot a tree to death on my way to Viet Nam. My first war crime. I knew I was going to die and didn’t want to die alone. During jungle combat training, I had to qualify with the M-16. I picked out a tree. Was it a spruce? I cannot remember.



    “What the f*** you shooting at?” the range officer screamed at me.

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