Quite frankly we were just glad to be in the room. They were sharing their pasts with us, along with copious amounts of alcohol. Three surgeons and a couple of college students. Two of them served together in Vietnam. They recounted an instance when they and another black private were behind enemy lines with a white lieutenant of southern origins who had no compunctions about using the "N" word when giving orders.
They fragged him; reported him killed in action. Recounted it as if talking about the weather.
I made a mental note not to make either of them angry.