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Killing Machine A certain teacher begins every year with his life story.
For my
safety he will remain nameless, so lets just call him Mr. Arillaga.
After recounting various schooling, the man I've come to call sir (with
a slight degree of fear) cracks a joke about an all expense paid trip
to Vietnam, and then moves on with his formal education and various
teaching experience. As far as the man is concerned the story ends
there, but does it?
At every mention of war a certain twinkle lights up in his eyes. it is almost as if he is recalling the drop at Saigon, running through the dense canopy-jungle and the shooting and/or inflicting of massive amounts of pain to anything that isn't red, white, blue or any combination thereof, so why the secrecy? Why the cover-up? Well the simple answer is that Mr. Arillaga is a killing machine. Through his various tours through Vietnam, Arillaga delivered a fair amount of pain to anyone crossing his path. Sides were irrelevant, all that mattered was that people who were alive were made dead. In fact he single handedly won the war for the US...but in the course of all the killing and the consequent cover-up, the US actually pretended to lose the war. You didn't think a bunch of guys in white pajamas could defeat millions of US soldiers, did you? please, don't be naive. So what now? well they wiped out his memory, total-recall style, and stuck him in the most harmless job ever, history teacher. However, while they can erase memories, instinct is something entirely different. With every mention of the Vietnam war, Mr. Arillaga subtly (subconsciously) sums up how many bullets he would need to kill every gook in the room, discounting the front row. He’d do those by hand. Tom Maimon |
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