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Classic War Stories! |
"Heavy
Heart"
Serving the country during the Vietnam era was a challenge, regardless of where one
served. Some Vietvets today only consider those serving In-Country to be Vietnam Veterans.
I believe those serving in direct support of the war, like the Air Force men and women in
Guam, are also Vietvets. But the question, if there is a question, is what or why
do Vietvets (or of any war) feel different? Notice I said, "different"
and not "better." I do
not know what it was like to serve in the hell of WWII Germany, or peacetime Cold-War
Germany. I do know what it is like to stand before The Wall in DC carved with 58,229 names
of those men and women killed-in-action in Vietnam. I know what it is like to write a
letter to a friend's family after he was--yes, blown-away. And to touch his cold
granite-etched name, knowing his 19 year old body is long since dust in a nearby cemetery. So,
what does it come down too? Vietnam Veterans are more inclined to have memories of sucking
chest wounds rather than barrels full of nude-women and sucking more than a thumb. And
yes, horrible things did happen, I remember things like three flatbed trucks racing
through Da Nang's main gate with bodies of Vietnamese in tangled piles . . . and standing
post staring at the blood-trails with flies gorging for several more hours. Does that make
us better, or different than non-war-vets? It just makes us what we are: Veterans
of the Vietnam War, and proud of those who served with us.
[Readers: In 1968 the War was indeed raging. A peace time Army would not have accepted my brother Larry's enlistment. But in 1968, 98.6 got you in and a letter from your Congressman kept you out so they accepted Larry's enlistment, collapsed lung and all. I have on occasion wondered if an Army doctor had made a notation not to send him to a combat zone because of that. I also know that policy was not to send two brothers to Vietnam at the same time, and brother Jerry was In-Country while Larry was in Germany.] Don Poss Larry: I sort of remember our brother Jerry calling us up for that photo and thinking that it was not fair because we were all veterans of the larger Cold War--which we won under President Reagan, by the way.
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Brother Larry: I just read your story on your brother Don's website, and I must respond:
I call you "Brother", because that's what you are,
having served your time in the "Big Green". Do not
feel any less a hero for not having seen combat. There is nothing heroic about having been
a Vietnam COMBAT Veteran, per se. There is no heroism in survival. That's what was
foremost in the minds of the vast majority of us who spent time in that vermin-infested
Hellhole - simply "SURVIVE AND GET THE HELL HOME!" We all
STILL "Wear the Same Dog Tags"!
Robert A. Galloway, RA 18814353 |
Understood -
When I returned to my My Village of San
Antonio in 1968, it didn't take too long before the village became the
World. I soon fell into the grove, let my hair grow and could care less about what
I had just come back from (see photo, left: pretty, ain't I). Tet was in full
swing---but who cared? I was back in the world again.
After this, it became like a virus, without warning, a sound,
smell or something that someone would say would send me back
into those misty memories of 20 years past.
Jack
Jack APVNV Pat(Beanie)Camunes
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Blind Bat . . .
First Flight Up North Load four flares 35th TCS, 6315th Operations Group, Okinawa, Naha Air Base - 1966 Excitement gripped the pit of my stomach as I heard the pilot say, "Go ahead and depressurize, so the loads can put out the chute." We were nearing North Vietnamese air space on my first out-of-country combat mission with the C-130 flareships known as BLIND BAT. It was the spring of 1966; I had just arrived the day before at Ubon Royal Thai Air Force Base for my stint as a flare-kicker/loadmaster with the flareships. Tonight I was flying with a crew from the 21st Troop Carrier Squadron, a sister unit to my own, the 35th TCS, both of which were based on Okinawa at Naha Air Base, where we were part of the 6315th Operations Group.For more than a year C-130 flareships had been operating up North, as well as across the fence in Laos. That very night a pair of BLIND BATS were working over Laos while we were one of two LAMPLIGHTER missions who would be working on the other side of the Anamite Range inside North Vietnamese airspace. The crew I was with on my orientation flight that night had been assigned what was probably the most dangerous place in Vietnamese skies outside of the region right around Hanoi - we were going to dropping flares and looking for trucks around the infamous Mu Gia Pass. It was not my first mission, or even my first one over North Vietnam for that matter. By military standards, I was already a seasoned veteran after flying numerous airlift missions in Tactical Air Command C-130Es while on TDY from my previous base at Pope, next to Fort Bragg in North Carolina. I had even been on an airplane that took a few hits as we were landing at Dong Ha the previous November, when there was nothing there but a shack for passengers waiting to board Air Vietnam. I had flown one other mission over the north since I had reported in to my new assignment at Naha. That one had been a BS bomber missions dropping leaflets as part of Project FACT SHEET, the special mission my squadron bore sole responsibility for.
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"Drop four!" As
the words came through my headset, the guy on the door, who was also wearing a headset,
let fly with the four flares he was holding in place with his feet. A few seconds later
the sky behind us lit up as the four flares burst into brilliance. And just as they did, I
saw brilliant white winking lights on the ground somewhere below us. I was looking out the
left paratroop door at the ground. Out of the lights came cherry red balls like those
fired by Roman candles. They rose slowly at first, then quickly accelerated toward us.
"I want my mother!" Those are the thoughts that
went through my mind as I realized for the first time in my life that someone down there
was trying to kill me.
Blind Bat is my home page. It contains a lot of C-130 history as it involved Naha AB, Okinawa, the 6315th Operations Group/374th Troop Carrier Wing and the 315th Air Division. Some interesting C-130 missions, including the Blind Bat C-130 flare mission, are described here.by: SAM MCGOWAN(Copyright ? 1997)
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Congress directed the
American
Battle Monuments Commission to add a plaque to the existing Vietnam Veterans Memorial -- which now includes the Memorial Wall, two statues, and a commemorative
flagpole.
Agent Orange or deaths
related to Post Traumatic
Stress Disorder.
In memory of American Veterans
whose postwar deaths are attributed to their Vietnam War service.'' Vietnam War In Memory Memorial Plaque Unveiled July 8, 2004
The American Battle
Monuments Commission has removed donor information from its
website and posted this message: We wish to thank those
Since 2000, when Congress
passed Public
Law 106-214 authorizing the plaque,
the Vietnam
War In Memory Memorial, Inc. has encouraged contributions
to the American Battle Monuments Commission's plaque fund. We now gratefully join
them in thanking all of you who helped to establish this new element of the Vietnam
Veterans Memorial. We look forward to greeting as many more of you as possible at 7 p.m.
November 10, for the dedication to be conducted by Vietnam Veterans of
America.
Engraved in Optima, the same typeface used on the Wall, the 2x3 gray granite In Memory Memorial Plaque is set cathedral-style into an extension of the plaza where the Three Servicemen statue stands, with views toward The Wall and the Women's Memorial.
Thursday, July 8, 2004 -- Agent Orange Quilts figured in the unveiling ceremony held July 8 by the American Battle Monuments Commission.
Vietnam War In
Memory Memorial Plaque
The American Battle Monuments Commission formally unveiled the new Vietnam War In Memory Memorial Plaque July 8 2004 at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, DC. The gray granite plaque added to the plaza near the Three Servicemen statue is inscribed to acknowledge and commemorate the countless veterans dying postwar of service-related causes including (but not limited to) the effects of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and Agent Orange but whose names cannot be added to the Wall. http://www.angelfire.com/oz/in_memory/
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The following dialogue concerning disabled vets (of current war) was sent to me, and thought I'd send it to for your info and prayers. |
| Re: INTERNAL READ ON OWN TIME - Disabled Veterans
His reply follows - March
16, 2004 And this is the text of his reply to Col. Greenwood at Walter Reed Hosp - February
19, 2004 But paranoia of what?
Tax-free compensation
available
under CRSC program Sept. 23, 2004
1 (866) 229-7074. Information and applications are available at
base military personnel flights or online at https://www.dmdc.osd.mil/crsc/
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Any0ne Out there Still Airborne ? Send us Y0ur stories~ |
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Who
Your
Friends
Are
A
story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam.
He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom
and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home
with me."
"Sure,"
they replied, "we'd
love to meet him." "There's
something you should know the
son continued,
"he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm
and a leg. He has nowhere
else to go,
and I want him to come live with us."
"I'm
sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."
"No,
Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
"Son,"
said the father, "you
don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on
us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our
lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to
live on his own."
At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
The parents in this story are like many. We find it easy to love those who are
good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience
us or make us feel
uncomfortable.
We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we
are.
Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an
unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up
we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God
will give you the strength you need to accept
people as they are,
and to help us all be more understanding of those who
are different from us.
There's a miracle called Friendship
That dwells in the heart . You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started, But
you know the special lift It always brings And you realize that
most
precious
gift. Friends,
are a very rare
jewel,
indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed
They lend an ear, they
share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends
how much you Care?We
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Musical Credits: Phil FerraZano Angels on The Wall .
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