My older brother by 12 years returned home from Nam Jan '67. I graduated high school in '72 and didnt have to go. Thru out the later years him and I followed our dad in trucking. Roughly 5 years before my brother died I offered to take him to The Wall in D.C. No he retorted. He was afraid his anger for some of our government would get the best of him. At the end of the movie Sgt Will Gardner where he sits homeless in D.C. asking for a hand out boiled my blood. From what I know LBJ and associates escalated that war to make money.
Thank you every single veteran that had to go through what you did. I'm sorry our government and country is so greedy and cold that you were abandoned after all you gave. I'm ashamed for how your treated by the government.
I’m a 30 year Marine Corps veteran and I was deployed to the Persian Gulf for Desert Shield/Storm and the homecoming we received was unbelievable. I enlisted in the Marines in 1970 and after going through boot camp I got to go home on leave. I was walking through an airport and a woman came up to me and called me “a baby killer”. I had heard the term before but I had never even been to Nam. I met a lot of guys and gals that did go and serve there. God bless them all. I have been to Washington DC on Veterans Day and I had the opportunity to go to the Wall. I stood there and was stunned to see 58,000 plus names engraved in the black granite. God, please bless ALL Viet Nam veterans and please give those who died eternal peace in your arms.🙏🙏✝️🇺🇸🥹
I just found it I was with Echo 2/1 1st MarDiv in quang tri province Sept 67- 68. When I came home I landed in Chicago and got to my hotel about 1 hour after the democrat convention riots. No welcome there
It was sad to fix your tired and dirty eyes on a mass of human flesh that moments before was a young man from Ohio. It also made you think momentarily, if that fate awaited you, or something worse, or something of the kind that would take you home alive, maybe embarrassed, or even ashamed that your body was almost intact, though under your clothing, pieces of you were either missing or deformed forever. I was fully lucky; I came home without a scratch; the ones in my mind were not visible, therefore they did not count and were not treated at the time. The wounds in my soul were not visible either, only to me, and, to some of those close to me. Such was the outcome for many soldiers or fighting men in general, who either died in country, were wounded in a variety of ways, or were not visibly injured at all, or were they? The term PTSD came to be known long, long after that war in those jungles was over, and for a while, even forgotten. It was lonely, and sad, for many of us to be forced to accept the shame of our survival, to be denied the public glory of our return, to not "brag" because some of our young Vietnam Veterans, normal young adults, needed to "brag" about it, as it were therapy for the mind, for the soul. The awaited parade took a long time before it actually happened. Only "The Wall" became the miracle, and the therapy for all, combatants and noncombatants, military fighters and civilians alike. A Wall full of names. ~Thanks, God, for that wall!
There seems to never be a day in our lives that the frigging war we fought I. A far away place is still killing us. I was so fortunate not to have been to exposed to the AO but all of us who served in that miserable country started to die the minute we set foot there. Another of my brothers has left us and if pains my heart so much. Your brother is finally home, we are leaving much to,soon.
Hello, I was young during the Viet Nam years and married an infantry man in the war. He made it home. He served in 70 -71. I love him and always will. Thank you for your service
I came home, an 82nd Airborne combat medic, after being captured and beaten in Central America. I think my rescue mission was an an assassination mission, thank God they knew doc, and brought me home instead. When I finally got out of the hospital, I got some leave and went home. My last leg home was a bus in Chicago, I was decked out in my dress blues and spit shined jump boots, after I took my seat, a young mother moved herself and her small daughter away from me. Fifty years later, that still sticks. Did not expect parades, but disdain? I lost several brothers in combat, could have been me. Nightmares never stop, almost used to them. I just did my job. Fly my flags 24/7, Old Glory covers my 82nd Div flag. First thing I see in the morning, last at night. American Spirit Pride and belonging.
Hate, No not the entire nation, I am a 21 year Navy vet. I love every one of you guys for what you did and what you had to put with all you did. The majority of this nation owe you guys a big apology. God bless every one of you.
The eagle cries with the treachery of those who fail to do their jobs and then send our military to battle. The politicians and diplomats. War results when they fail. The eagle cries when those failed civilians first demand their failures be defended with blood and then turn their backs in cowardice when the political returns are too severe and threaten their lofty places. The eagle cries when our brothers and sisters are given impossible objectives and rules of engagement and cannot do what they need to earn victory. The eagle cries when those who serve are blamed for failure when it is they who have given life and blood meeting an impossible and never certain strategy. The eagle cries when those who give all are forgotten as they rest. The eagle cries when those who survive are cast out without the honor they deserve and have earned. The eagle cries when politicians lead our military in directions that cannot assure survival and victory in the places most needed, the battlefield whether in the air, on land, at sea, or now in space as well. The eagle cries when we do not regard those who serve as the best of their generation, believing that the best among us only happened once; every generation is called and the best of each generation rise to meet the occasion. For my generation, the eagle cries for the best among us who gave in the rice fields, jungle, air space, and sea surrounding Vietnam and then later, Desert Storm. The eagle cries for Brett Reavis (KIA ‘09/69) and Jerry Tew (Non Hostile, Homicide ‘10/71); Grinnell, Iowa. 1stLt Rex S Brown USAAF (DBR 05/‘44), Shaker Heights, 0H; 2Lt Arthur B Johnston, USAAF (KIA 12/‘43) Ulster, PA. The eagle cries. USAF/USN ‘72-‘80.
The 60's was my generation. I was a teenager doing all the music hitchhiking etc. BUT when i saw what was done to all our heros who went through hell then came home to hell, well i was a patriot then and as an old woman now i still am all my life. God bless our precious vietnam heross. I love all of you then and now.😢❤
As an olde soldier beyond "70 years" I found this beautiful and so true. I remember as I was returning stateside a Warning don't wear you Uniform it may cause you problems. I DID AND IT DID Cause problems .. thank God we can now support our uniform wearing brother's openly.. ♾️🪖. Toujours Pret.. 5:48 5:48
These are our forgotten heroes, I salute them and I´m proud to be a sapper 4 life, 54th Eng. BCo Wildflecken Germany 1985 -89, dont forget freedom dont come free.
every single person in this country should stand back and salute our flag for the freedoms that these soldiers fought and died for and if they cant appreciate these freedoms they need to be deported to a country that does not have them never punch a gift horse in the mouth
My husband came back in 67, 2 tours. Honored with 3 purple hearts and the bronze star. USMC, WE married in '69 he killed himself in '72. Ys, he was treated at a VA hospital, in patient and out patient. Didn't receive disability. Neither did I his 24 year old wife when I applied for him. Hey, now at 77 you ask should I apply AGAIN for poison water from.Camp Lejune???? I don't think so. Fuck 'em. HOORAH My story doesn't end here. I married again in '76 to another Marine. I was blessed with two sons who watched their dad take pride in for his service in VIET NAM. They have his medals and flag. He died with 100% disability because of AO. I hired a lawyer back in '96. That's when the VA acknowledged his service connected disability AFTER his death. Leukemia. My story still has not ended! At age 60 I married a high school sweetheart. He aimed higher. "Toured" VN , Air Force Strong. Retired in '92, stayed at the Pentagon's Joint Chiefs, J7. Called themselves The Magnificent Seven!!!!! Died in 2015!!! AO, liver transplant and kidney failure. Rec'd 100% disability one month before his death. I could collect DIC. I had already received it from my second husband. It helped my sons through college.
All we did was exchange one War for another one , only this one was A LOT WORSE, in Vietnam it was our enemy harming us & This War it was our own People doing it !!!
To my friend Jason,who served 3 tours as a Green Beret in Vietnam and my wife’s cousin SSGT Dennis Thompson ( Green Beret) who spent 1853 days as a pow in North Vietnam,heroes in my book along with all the other men and women who fought and died over there🙏🇺🇸🙏
I was warned by the Corporal that was processing me out, after returning from "Nam. He said "you may want to stop at the PX and buy some civvies before you head out to the airport". I asked why and he told me that I wouldn't be well accepted in my trip across the country to upstate New York, dressed in my Dress Greens. He was damn sure correct. But I did it anyway. Folks back then, had never treated military personal, either traveling or returning home, as rotten as they did back then. I'm glad I did it, but it still hurts. Ben
When I came home in 1970 it was almost as bad as being there. I experienced so much over there! I never expected the hate and anger we received. One time a young woman said to me (you were in Vietnam huh, how many babies did you kill.? )0 This really tore me up , I was so shocked I had no reply, I got up and left. this is only one example of many. I had so many feelings so much stress at this time.I needed to talk to someone. What was terrible for me was that everyone in my family acted like I was there the whole time.14 months in a major war and no one asked a question. Not about the war what I was feeling etc. About 3 years ago I was at a veterans appreciation night. This little old lady came up to me, I was wearing my Vietnam veterans hat. All she said to me was I'm So sorry 3 times. She was obiously one of the haters of so long ago. I have shed many tears over 54 years but the pain has never gone away. I wear my veterans hat almost everywhere I go. I want people to know in a time of war I served my country as best I could. God bless America always!!
A high school buddy survived 3 tours in Vietnam but he couldn't survive the world he came home to. He still survives in my memory today and will till I'm gone.
Thank you my brothers and sisters. Homefront...I served also mash doc lady.. I never talked about. Until now. Widow of a marine.. God bless all of you.. sister in arms.
Thank you sir. I mean it. I was a scout pilot with the 11th ACR and here is the war in short form. All my flight school class made it home, but others that flew with us did not. A service for 4 ARPs killed in a random meeting. A visit to an Evac hospital and all the injured there, American and Vietnamese. An NVA doing his best to kill me with an RPG. I saw the man who put a round in my fuel tank. I put a thousand rounds in his direction and called for the guns. I wonder if he lived to be a father. Some of my fellows did not. I chatted with the F-100 driver who radioed I see tracers as he released on some NVA who tried to mine the road. I saw footprints in aimless circles while doing a BDA after the B-52s went over. I saw a young American who drove a deuce and a half lying on the ground with a bullet hole in his chest. Later I saw men in dark suits, with young women in bikinis arriving for some fun at Vung Tau and ARVN officers in clean fatigues speaking French to the waiter and looking down at the two Americans who arrived in a truck. I saw the air-conditioned trailers for the O-6s who were putting in a rough 6 months getting their tickets punched. Not that they were bad guys, not most of them, but it was absurd, a crying absurdity. Then back to Oakland and a cheap certificate with Nixon's signature, God rot him and all the rest who sent more troops when they knew it was over. Then we were called into a room and a faceless man said, we have too many pilots, you can get out today. I took the offer, toss the paper in the trash, and skipped the steak dinner, it was not yet dawn. I called for a ride and went home.
Quando você ganha algo que desejava muito e se alegra com aquilo e ao assistir o documentario dos arquivos da guerra do vietnã ou o documentario redescubrindo a segunda guerra mundial você quando acaba esses documentarios e você se levanta e olha para aquele objeto ou algo que queria tanto e acabara de ganhar e na sua mente você diz CARA ISSO AQUI É UMA M.... comparado ao inferno e sofrimento que uma guerra trás quando você mergulha nestes documentarios ao acabar de assisti-los o brilho dos seus olhos e a alegria fogem totalmente por algumas horas ou dias e você ver que não somos nada que nossos egoísmos e desejos por algo são muitas vezes insignificantes comparados a tristeza que foi a segunda guerra mundial e a guerra do vietnã você olha para aquele objeto de desejo e diz ISSO É UMA M....
