The first Spook I ever saw in 'Nam was up at Quang Tri combat base. The guy wore jeans and had a handlebar moustache that stuck out about 6" on each side and carried a Swedish K. He smoked reefer the way the rest of us smoked cigarettes and when he had to urinate, he would just stop and piss regardless of where he was at. He would pull out a joint, fire it up and laugh and say he had a get out of jail card. His laughter sounded much like a jackass braying. With age and some degree of maturity (my inner monologues are not nearly as coherent and rational as Tom's) and in retrospect, the braying jackass analogy is an apt one and one wonders about the quality of his assessments. At the time however, we all thought he was pretty cool.