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George “Bud” Day, MOH

Category : Archive Stories, George Day MOH

image001I got shot down over N-Vietnam in 1967, a Squadron Commander. After I returned in 1973, I published 2 books that dealt a lot with “real torture” in Hanoi. Our make believe President is branding our country as a bunch of torturers when he has no idea what torture is.
As for me, put thru a mock execution because I would not respond…, pistol whipped on the head…, same event… Couple of days later… hung by my feet all day. I escaped and a couple of weeks later, I got shot and recaptured. Shot was OK… what happened afterwards was not.
They marched me to Vinh… put me in the rope trick, trick… almost pulled my arms out of the sockets… Beat me on the head with a little wooden rod until my eyes were swelled shut, and my unshot, unbroken hand a pulp.
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