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Recently the movie, “Unbroken,” based on the best-selling book of the same name by Laura Hillenband about war hero Louis Zamperini, has gotten rave reviews, which the movie and book well deserve. It’s story line is mesmerizing of how an athletic upon becoming an airman embarked on a journey that led to his doomed fight and his drift into the unknown on a tiny raft where he encountered thousands of miles of open ocean, leaping sharks, thirst and starvation, and then was captured to endure horrific torture.
While the story of “Unbroken” is compelling and a powerful one, have you ever heard of Colonel Bud Day? The heroic story of Colonel Bud Day is on a par with that of Louis Zamperini.
Born in Sioux City, Iowa in 1925, Colonel Bud Day died in 2013 at age 88. During the course of his military career (World War II, Korean, and then Vietnam) Bud Day received every available combat medal, escaped death on no fewer than seven occasions, and spent sixty-seven months as a POW in the infamous Hanoi Hilton, where his occasional roommate was John McCain. Despite incredible torture, Day would not break. He became a hero to POWs everywhere–a man who fought without pause, a prisoner at war.
Bud Day and Louis Zamperini were true heroes and knew something about torture, which President Barack Obama does not.
Day’s biography, “American Patriot”, says it all. In his biography Colonel Day details how he and John McCain shared a cell for a while. McCain’s biography, “Faith of My Fathers”, references the same encounter.
Bud Day, a fine man before the war, remained so after the war. The unspeakable acts of brutality Day endured during his capture had little impact upon his retirement. That speaks volumes about the man.
Below is a description of just some of the atrocities committed against Bud Day. Remember Jane Fonda? She was having fun with the North Vietnamese while Bud Day was being subjected to unthinkable acts of brutality. And Obama thinks water boarding is a tough deal!
I got shot down over N Vietnam in 1967, a Sqdn. 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, I was put through 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….almost pulled my arms out of the sockets. Beat me on the head with a little wooden rod until my eyes were swelled shut. Unbroken hand a pulp.
Next day hung me by the arms…rebroke my right wrist…wiped out the nerves in my arms that control the hands….rolled my fingers up into a ball. Only left the slightest movement of my left forefinger. So I started answering with some incredible lies
Sent me to Hanoi strapped to a barrel of gas in the back of a truck.
Hanoi…on my knees….rope trick again. Beaten by a big fool.
Into leg irons on a bed in Heartbreak Hotel.
Much kneeling–hands up at Zoo.
Really bad beating for refusing to condemn Lyndon Johnson.
Several more kneeling events. I could see my knee bone thru kneeling holes.
There was an escape from the annex to the Zoo. I was the Senior Officer of a large building… because of escape…they started a mass torture of all commanders.
I think it was July 7, 1969…they started beating me with a car fan belt. The first 2 days I took over 300 strokes…then stopped counting because I never thought I would live through it.
They continued day-night torture to get me to confess to a non-existent part in the escape. This went on for at least 3 days. On my knees…Fan belting…cut open my scrotum with fan belt stroke. Opened up both knee holes again. My fanny looked like hamburger…I could not lie on my back.
They tortured me into admitting that I was in on the escape…and that my 2 room-mates knew about it.
The next day I denied the lie.
They commenced torturing me again with 3- 6- or 9 strokes of a fan belt every day from about July 11 or 12th to October 14, 1969. I continued to refuse to lie about my roommates again.
Now, the point of this is that our make-believe President has declared to the world that we (U.S..) are a bunch of torturers…Thus it will be OK to torture us next time when they catch us…because that is what the U.S. does.
Our make-believe president is a know nothing fool who thinks that pouring a little water on some one’s face, or hanging a pair of women’s pants over an Arabs head is TORTURE.. He is a meathead.
I just talked to MOH holder Leo Thorsness, who was also in my squadron, in jail…as was John McCain…and we agree that McCain doesnot speak for the POW group when he claims that Al Gharib was torture…or that “water boarding” is torture.
Our president and those fools around him who keep bad mouthing our great country are a disgrace to the United States. Claims that water boarding is torture are stupid, when there are no after effects from water boarding.
If it got the Arab to cough up the story about how he planned the attack on the twin towers in NYC… .
Hurrah for the guy who poured the water!
The most telling statement in Bud Day’s account is that it’s fine to torture U.S. service men and women when caught because this is what we do with our captives.
There is a time to be nice, but when we are at war and the lives of our soldiers are in jeopardy, this nation has an obligation to protect its own citizens instead of playing nicey nice with the enemy. Will attempting to appear better than our enemy in the way we treat captives make them like us any better? I don’t think so? This is suicidal thinking which can be likened to political correctness when our best interests are tossed aside in favor of doing that which doesn’t offend others.
[Originally published at Illinois Review]