. >> there are some pictures from x-ray, by peter arnet. >> peter arnet. yeah. he was in there with us. and peter gave me -- peter gave me a couple of other pictures of me, one of me standing over a dead north vietnamese with my rifle and bayonet and the third day when we had a counterattack. but he didn't give to me any pictures of just a dead american trooper. that's the first i heard of that. but to answer your question, no, i didn't put out any instructions on that. i think a lot of that is common sense on the part of the photographer. >> you would think so. >> i would think a photographer, who would take a news media photographer who would take a still photograph of a dead trooper with a name tag, i think that's bad form, considering people back home. >> yes, sir. what was your attitude toward the press in vietnam? was it different? >> what it what? >> was it different than most others? >> i don't know. but i'll tell you this, the army public affairs officer, years ago, he asked me for permission to publish in his instructions when he briefed commanders, of

their feel-good motown records for the record speeches of malcolm x and the angry jazz recordings of arnet coleman. i went down to 120th street in harlem that night, the night that dr. king was assassinated. protesters and writers swarmed the streets, clashing with cops, overturning cars, setting trashcan fires and hurling bricks of white owned businesses. one of the windows was shattered by an airborne trashcan. looters ran into the store and started taking clothes, appliances, and where else they could carry. not everyone who looted. in fact, most of the crowd continued to chant the king is dead, and black power. but it was enough to start swinging clubs, and making arrests. a cop grabbed me and threw me against the wall. before he could handcuff me at plugging into the paddy wagon, a group of riders across the street turned the police car on. the cop told me to stay put, and ran toward the riders. i was scared. but i wasn't stupid. i took off running in the opposite direction. i blended in and try to that which way to go. the group of cops headed towards us, some of the rioters ran into