My definition of this much abused adjective is that a reconstructed rebel is one who is glad that the North won the War.

* 1968 – Vietnam War: 135 unarmed citizens of Ha My village in South Vietnam's Quảng Nam Province are killed and buried en masse by South Korean troops in what would come to be known as the Ha My massacre.

* Witness to My Life & Quiet Moments in a War / Lettres au Castor et à quelques autres ( 1983 )

Philby occupied himself by writing his memoirs, published in England in 1968 under the title My Silent War.

* Kim Philby, My Silent War, published by Macgibbon & Kee Ltd, London, 1968, or Granda Publishing, ISBN 978-0-586-02860-5.

1924's Marlbrough s ' en va-t-en guerre Gets Himself Off to War, 1935's Noix de coco, 1946's Auprès de ma blonde to My Girlfriend and Savez-vous planter les choux?

* 1968 – Vietnam War: In the My Lai massacre, between 350 and 500 Vietnamese villagers ( men, women, and children ) are killed by American troops.

* 1970 – Vietnam War: Captain Ernest Medina is charged by the U. S. Military with My Lai war crimes.

* 1969 – Vietnam War: The Plain Dealer publishes explicit photographs of dead villagers from the My Lai massacre in Vietnam.

* 1947 – My Trach Massacre: First Indochina War.

* 1969 – Vietnam War: My Lai Massacre – Independent investigative journalist Seymour Hersh breaks the My Lai story.

* 1970 – Vietnam War: Lieutenant William Calley goes on trial for the My Lai Massacre.

* Court-martialed Vietnam War mass-murderer William Calley sporting the guileless grin of Alfred E. Neuman, complete with the parody catchphrase ' What, My Lai?

Milligan wrote and edited many books, including Puckoon and his seven-volume autobiographical account of his time serving during the Second World War, beginning with Adolf Hitler: My part in his downfall.

It was during World War I and their first nationally syndicated film was My Four Years in Germany based on a popular book by former American Ambassador James W. Gerard.

* November 12 – Vietnam War – My Lai Massacre: Independent investigative journalist Seymour Hersh breaks the My Lai story.

** Vietnam War: The Plain Dealer publishes explicit photographs of dead villagers from the My Lai massacre in Vietnam.

* February 25 – Vietnam War: Ha My massacre.

** Vietnam War – My Lai massacre: American troops kill scores of civilians.

** Vietnam War: Lieutenant William Calley goes on trial for the My Lai massacre.

* My Biafran Eyes – Writer Okey Ndibe's memoir of the Biafran War in Guernica

My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??

My curiosity was sharpened a day or two before the interview by a conversation I had with a well-informed teacher of literature, a Jesuit father, at a conference on religious drama near Paris.

My reply is that I associate myself with all those who affirm that Gentile-Jewish relations should contribute to the theory and practice of human dignity.

Thus Burns's `` My love is like a red, red rose '' and Hopkins' `` The thunder-purple sea-beach, plumed purple of Thunder '' although clearly intelligible in content, hardly present ideas of the sort with which we are here concerned.

My own stern hand has rent the ancient bond, And thereof shall the ending not have end: But not for me, that loved her, to be fond Lightly to please me with a newer friend Then hold it more than bravest-feathered song, That I affirm to thee, with heart of pride, I knew not what did to a friend belong Till I stood up, true friend, by thy true side ; ;

My discussion with reference to the resolution was that we should commend those citizens who serve as judges of election and who properly discharge their duty and polling place proprietors who make available their private premises, and not by innuendo criticize them.

My Cousin Simmons carried a musket, but he had loaded it with bird shot, and as the officer came opposite him, he rose up behind the wall and fired.

My memory has catalogued for easy reference and withdrawal the image of her pink, scented stationery and the unsloped, almost printed configurations of her neat, studious handwriting with which she invited me to recall our summer, so many sentences beginning with `` Remember when ; ;

My camp-made leather wallet, bulky with twisted, raised stitches around the edges, I stuffed with money I had been saving.

My double was made with standard-weight revolver barrels ( before cutting to revolver length ), and although it compares well in other respects, it's considerably heavier than the Deerstalker, which only scales about 6-1/2 pounds.

My friend often breakfasted with Vernon on the morning of the regular tallyho run.

My mother was beside herself with curiosity.

Ever since Bambi, and, more recently, Born Free, there have been a lot of books about animals, but few compare with Max Fink's wry, understated, charming, and immensely readable My Friend, the Quizzical Salamander.

My aim in mentioning this factor obviously is not to give license to `` wild therapy '' but rather to encourage us to use the time-honored clinical casework skills we already possess, and to use them with greater confidence, precision, and professional pride.

My interviews with teen-agers confirmed this portrait of the weakening of religious and ethnic bonds.

My instructions were that Mr. Nishimo would meet me at the hotel, but instead he and three others were at the station with a very warm welcome.

My man, he won't be around a little while, he just fixed me up with this stuff they took out of the Elite.

`` My experience as public safety commissioner '', Roos said, `` has shown me that the office of sheriff is best filled by a man with law enforcement experience, and preferably one who is a lawyer.

My love for Johnnie was young and clean -- how could I possibly compete with a woman like that, who didn't hesitate to use her sex.

My folks wouldn't dream of having alcohol in the house, so my first taste of it had been -- of course -- with Johnnie.

Gershwin collaborated on the original program notes with the critic and composer Deems Taylor, noting that: " My purpose here is to portray the impression of an American visitor in Paris as he strolls about the city and listens to various street noises and absorbs the French atmosphere.

" My heart bleeds with the memories of those days ", he wrote, " and even long years, of cheerless anxiety and hopeless dependence.