Wounded

On page 114 of American Soldier by General Tommy Franks, 1st Lieutenant Franks had just returned from serving a year in Vietnam:

My dad came into the kitchen and watched as I pinned on the campaign ribbons and decorations.

"Those are oak leaf clusters," I tapped the little pins on the ribbon. "For second or third awards of the same medal."

In his deliberate way, he counted. "Three Purple Hearts."

"I was a big target." I'd actually been wounded several more times; the Purple Hearts only signified the wounds for which I'd been sent to the hospital.

(emphasis mine)

Huh.

I don't remember Kerry spending any time in the hospital.

Maybe things work differently for people who are destined to be Senators who will vote for cuts to the military and intelligence, as opposed to future General officers who will command two wars to swift victories.

I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this

Well who are you?
Who are you?
Who who, who who?
Oh tell me who are you
Who are you?
Who who, who who?
Oh I really wanna know
Who are you?
Who who, who who?
Tell me tell me who are you
Who are you?
Who who, who who?
Come on, come on, who?
Who are you?
Who who, who who?
Oh who the fuck are you?

-The Who