Elderly Vietnam Special Forces Veteran Rampages Through Oregon Jake Slager June 24, 2012 Army 12 Comments Follow Duffel Blog: Hope, Oregon – At Happy Fields Senior Village, a lone figure sits alone in a rocking chair by the window. A Special Forces Operator in Vietnam — the look in his eye tells onlookers plainly that he is deep in reflection of many years of war and toil. His past haunts him every night. Born July 6, 1947, he is one of the younger members here since his admittance by old friend Ms. Sarah Miller, but his stoic meditation hides the chaos that reigned just days ago. Many witnesses reported that everything was going fine for John. The former soldier was actively involved with gym days and was the teacher’s assistant of the knitting class. But then the quiet mood was dashed by the “gunshot-like” sounds from someone air-popping a bowl of popcorn. “Shots rang out everywhere!” recalls a traumatized John. He got to the ground during his gardening hour, using soil and leaves to camouflage himself. “He’s ripping up my azaleas to smear all that dirt on his–” started resident Betsy Cromwell, 76. John interrupted, “War is Hell. Get over it.” The senior center soon erupted in mass chaos as the disheveled war hero climbed through the window, arming himself with a soup ladle and took a nurse hostage. The intern was heard screaming, “What is going on? I just started yesterday; I don’t even know what to say right now!” John’s reply was straightforward and matter-of-fact: “Well then I guess you shouldn’t say anything, should you?” Poor luck was abundant that day, as a bus full of school children was visiting the senior center to share their energetic company and finger-painting expertise. John swung wildly through crowd, cracking osteoporosis-weakened bones and permanently stunting growth spurts. As he fought his way madly through the melee of society’s outcasts, fragments of his past were streaming slowly back into the forefront of his mind. Bullets rained down upon him in his delirious fantasies. Viet Cong may or may not have engaged him in mortal combat. He grabbed a second hostage, a small boy, and barged his way onto the school bus, pointing the large, useless utensil at the driver. Cameras inside the bus recorded a wild look in the senior’s eyes, as well as the following conversation: John: Drive! [Pause] Don’t look at me, look at the road! That’s how accidents happen! Intern: [sobbing] Oh God… What do we do? School Boy: Nothing we can do. And later: John: These windows have major tint… I don’t like it. The bus was stopped twenty miles East of Gladstone, OR when John reportedly fainted as a result of missing his diabetes medication. It was suspected he was leading the bus toward the Cascade Mountain range, as the bus was on a direct route toward Mt. Hood. Experts believe that if the bus had reached its destination, the four individuals on the bus may have been lost forever. “I thought I was going to be raped fifty times and get my fucking head cut off,” said Katrina Blair, his first hostage. “I just thank God I came out of it alive.” The officer that first arrived and evacuated the victims, Sgt Lewis, was quick to reply, “God didn’t save your life. We did.” He glanced over at the Army Veteran, now parked in a hospital wheelchair. “You can drop the thousand-yard stare. I’ve seen it all before, and I’m not impressed.” John was immediately brought to the nearest hospital for treatment. His hostages were released with no medical attention necessary, albeit severe psychological scarring. Experts say this was an isolated psychotic episode and was unlikely to happen again. Happy Fields has claimed it will not be pressing charges, and that John did them a service by clearing out some tenants at the overflowing senior center. At the end of the day, the dead numbered in the twenties and several dozen were wounded. When asked how he could keep living in Happy Fields Senior Village, he responded, “Day by day.” Anthony Cuccia Jr says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM Must have been the beef.peas and gravy in the c ration that set him off or the worm holes in the sir walter releigh or base ball cigarettes, David May says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM The sound of grinding wheels as the residents walked the halls with their walkers, dorve John over the edge! George Curtis says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don’t turn it off! It wasn’t my war! You asked me, I didn’t ask you! And I did what I had to do to win! But somebody wouldn’t let us win! And I come back to the world and I see all those maggots at the airport, protesting me, spitting. Calling me baby killer and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to protest me? Who are they? Unless they’ve been me and been there and know what the hell they’re yelling about! Denise Phipps Hayes says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM This kind of thing REALLY happens & we need to PRAY FOR, HELP, HONOR AND LOVE THOSE WHOM SERVED for our Country & Freedom! 1 Mike Harris Sr. says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM War is hell, get over it. Denise Phipps Hayes says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM NOT FUNNY AT ALL! Harrison J. Goforth says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM YOU WEREN’T THERE, MAN! YOU WEREN’T THERE… at the shuffleboard court… Jason D Sousley says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM You just wait and see some of the shit I pull when I am put into the supermax veterans retirement community…can we say the Great Escape. With less brits…and more fogeys. Frank Thompson Sr. says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM I guess it wouldn’t be a good thing to scream Incoming on the bocci ball court. Mike Harris says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM John does it again. Single handedly infiltrates an interent camp and rescues people who othetwise would have died. I didnt see obama there earning his combat v. Did you???? TM Gibbons-Neff says: April 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM How many Vietnam Vets does it take to screw in a lightbulb? YOU DOn’t KNOW YOU WERENT THERE. Bill says: September 3, 2012 at 9:49 AM Come on guys, this man is a real hero. He taught me the proper way to bow hunt. Broadheads no more, now it’s screw on bombs. No more gutting, skinning, etc. It just takes awhile to scape the meat from the trees.