REMFs, now often referred to as POG’s (PEOPLE OTHER than GRUNTS).
My view of them changed after meeting a coworker VN Veteran. The usual about Unit, location, MOS...
He went over as an 11 Bravo, and early on was selected for a work detail, some lucky guys went to burn shite he was most fortunate to end up at the main post office!
He spent his entire tour humping mail.
He said somebody has to do it, why not me!
My first night in country a 122 hit the barracks next to mine. Guys going home.
Something about the randomness of war, luck must be a factor? And not everyone is needed at the point of the spear.
That said, we truly are a band of brothers, that shared a unique experience.
Sometimes I think, I have more in common with the NVA that shot me, than with many of my fellow citizens?
Long ago I used to go to the VA, it was my opinion that many of the guys used the VA as a social event to visit with their own kind.Fine by me, but it does load up the system.
I don’t hate all REMFs. Heck I found a REMF spot eventually for myself in the gunboat division electrical shop. It’s the @hole staff types who are such heroes who never got within a mile of the river. One @hole even started ragging on us for “using too much ammo”. Dickweeds.