"Gather round strangers and take heed...
What I am about to tell you,
is not for the squeamish.
Come I shall enlighten
you to things
that might make you laugh...
Things that will amaze you
and cause you to cry.
And after all is said,
I desire not your sympathy,
nor want rejection...
I ask not for your judgment...
Just your understanding.
I was no hero...I merle survived;
Yet I am in constant realization of
"The
Nam" in everyday occurrences.
They bring me back to the Highlands
Where we've humped day in and day out,
endlessly looking for what we all
knew would surely bring death upon us at any moment, any second, any footstep...
a very elusive enemy.
One swing from a tightly wound rope,
craftily wired into
insignificant existence,
swiftly exhumes your buddy
as he trips the wire, hidden
skillfully
beneath the forest floor.
In front of your very eyes,
he is impaled to
this mechanism,
as it swallows his soul!
He is no longer a friend who was walking
in the jungle with you...
lying cold and lifeless in a seconds
passing...
but now just a lagging memory
to all who took witness.
When we hear the distant humming
of a Huey four or five miles out ...
suddenly Our minds have gone from
walking through the park,
to crawling toward any wall or dugout!
Because in that instant, We’re back
there!
And
we will always be a part of The Herd...
The 173rd Airborne Fire Brigade.
It lives within All That were a part
of this
elite group.
This is our story.
I don't have memories of killing people, or lots
of blood and guts,
I'll leave that to other storytellers.
What I do have are a lot of other memories.
the sorts of things that happened to all grunts
at some time during there tours.
Our new reality was this jungle where the rules
and laws of America
didn't exist, this was…
The REAL World
Have you ever Walked The Walk?
These pictures represented in
our slide show are the ones my buddy
Pat Okubo took while we served together.
He was able to contact
me through a mutual buddy that had been to our Bunkers and passed my
name along to him. We then arranged to have his slides sent to
us
from his home so they
could be included in this tribute.
I thank him for that, and our story consists of what we experienced
as Infantry Grunts With The 173rd Airborne Brigade,
“Contact Charlie” company in The 1st of The 503rd.
None of it was exaggerated or made up.
its’ a reality we shall carry forever!
You won't find a story of blood
and guts or a story that comes from Hollywood,
you won't find a story of women or babies being killed or
mutilated,
I wasn't a Rambo wannabe or a
"super soldier",
I was simply
one of many 18 year old kids who didn't know any better,
fighting in a war that no-one cared about.
Please join us and learn more
About our Tour.
WE ARE VETWIVES
{They have to live with us!}
We are the wives of men
who fought for freedom
We are the wives of
men wounded in battle
We are the wives of
men who will never be forgotten
We are the wives of
men whose names are carved in our hearts
We are the wives of
men who served our country
We are the wives of men who still fight for freedom
We are the wives of
men who continue to battle
We are the wives of men
who fight not to be forgotten
We are the wives of
men who are mending their hearts
We are the wives of
men who need their country to serve them…
Ric
R0c
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