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11. It was 1975. I was 11 years old at Boy Scout camp in the mess hall waiting in line for the food.
Thu Mar 5, 2026, 01:25 AM
15 hrs ago

Some old guy leaders from another troop were discussing Vietnam.

I asked, "What is Vietnam?"

I was severely yelled at and chastised by man I did not know, for not knowing. And after that, I still did not know.

Later that week, I watched a scoutmaster from another troop paddle a boy's ass for failing his swim test. The paddle was made just for this purpose. It was painted fancy, and had the words "the hand of justice."

The leaders in my troop were nice men, fathers who cared about us. I'd have left the scouts if it were not so.

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