He should be the recipient of some of those infamous Viet Cong torture techniques. Maybe have the bamboo grow into him until it pierces through his body.

I remember my Grandpa told me about that one when I was younger. It always stuck with me (no pun intended).

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And now I'm sad because my Grandpa was a true patriot who served his country (Merchant Marines) and built planes for Boeing. I remember his retirement in 1991. He was also a man of God, and funny enough, he was also a fantastic woodcarver.

God rest your soul, Grandpa. A strong family man with many great stories. They don't make men like you anymore... :(