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Oscar the Grouch on the Tet Offensive

Scene: Oscar’s trash can, covered in newspaper clippings from the Vietnam War. He sighs, rubbing his green, fuzzy forehead, clearly annoyed.

Oscar:
“Ugh, you wanna talk about the Tet Offensive? Fine, but don’t expect me to be happy about it!

So, back in ’68, the Viet Cong and North Vietnamese launched this huge surprise attack during Tet, the Vietnamese New Year. They hit over a hundred cities, including Saigon and Hue. Everybody thought the war was winding down, but—surprise!—it was just heating up. Talk about ruining a celebration!

And the American public? Oh boy, they did not like seeing all that carnage on their TV sets. People started realizing that maybe, just maybe, the government wasn’t telling the whole truth. Gee, ya think?

Walter Cronkite, the news guy, basically told America, ‘This war is a lost cause.’ And if Cronkite says it, it’s gospel! Next thing ya know, LBJ throws in the towel and doesn’t run for re-election. Classic case of reality smacking people in the face like a rotten banana peel.

But hey, war’s a mess, just like my trash can—except I like my mess! This one? Not so much.”

Oscar grumbles and pulls a lid over his head, mumbling about ‘stupid wars and even stupider questions.’

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Why I’m Such a GROUCH

Oscar the Grouch finally opens up, his usual gruffness masking a deep sorrow. Sitting in his trash can, he sighs, then mutters, “You wanna know why I’m such a grouch? Why I hate everything? Fine. I’ll tell ya.”

His voice turns somber. “I had brothers, you know. Good guys. They didn’t live in trash cans. They had homes, dreams, plans. Then came Vietnam. The draft took ‘em, one by one. Tommy, Jimmy, Big Al. They left Sesame Street believing in something bigger than themselves. Only one came back, and he wasn’t the same.”

Oscar stares off, lost in memories. “Tommy used to whistle all the time. Could play any tune. Jimmy—he could fix anything. And Big Al, he had the biggest heart of us all. We were kids, playing stickball, laughing. Then the war turned ‘em into names on a black wall in D.C.”

He clenches his fists. “They fought for a country that forgot ‘em. People moved on. But I didn’t. I can’t. The world kept spinning like they never mattered, like their lives were just footnotes. So yeah, I live in the trash. Yeah, I push people away. But maybe I don’t wanna forget. Maybe being a grouch is my way of remembering.”

For a moment, Oscar is quiet. Then, with a grunt, he shakes it off. “Eh, enough of this sappy junk. Get outta here before I start getting all sentimental!” He retreats into his can, but for the first time, the lid doesn’t slam shut right away.

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