I was with the First Marine Regiment in Vietnam at this particular time. We kicked the communists out of Hue, and when Walter Kronkite came to town when the war was over we offered to show him the mass graves that were the product of a massacre which the communists perpetrated in anticipation of an uprising in their favor which did not come to pass.
In operations in the surrounding area immediately afterward, the evidence that the commies were on the ropes was everywhere. We went where we wanted and when we wanted to. When we were shelled, most of the time the incoming did not explode, because no one was left in their units who knew enough to put the fuses on the rounds and rockets.
We won the war at that time but it was stolen from us. And anyone who could look at the little tigers of Asia who so prospered economically since Vietnam and contrast their success with Vietnam’s backwardness would easily see that if Vietnam had been allowed to take the capitalist rather than the communist route, it would have been a major success instead of a retard among Asian nations.
If there was one merit to the late sixties it was this: the men were separated from the girlie boys, and although it looked for a while like the girlie boys might prevail, reality set in after a few years, and the odds and sods have been declining in influence where it actually counts ever since.
I was heartened to learn recently that McSumpthin’, the little anti-vietnam wimp who ran for president and lost just about every state, was still alive. Until I found out where he was, I did not know exactly in which direction to fart, and a fart is a terrible thing to waste.
I remember Cronkite’s nightly broadcasts well, I disliked him then and probably come closer to hating him now than anyone. I really do consider him a traitor.
Thank you for your service and your recollection.
Great post!
God Bless you for your service. * ^)
Thank you for your service. Full Stop.Your comments bring back to my recollection a long but extremely well-written piece by marron. Please consider clicking on it; trust me, if you start reading it you will finish it.
Thank you for your service.
I remember 1968. I was 10. I loathed hippies. I thought they were dirty, rude, spoiled, mean, arrogant, drug-using leeches who wore ugly clothes.
40 years later, I realize I had too high an opinion of them.
Pity their parents didn’t just cut off all money and let them starve until they grew up or died.
Nam Vet
LOL!
Thanks for your post.
You did win the VietNam War regardless of what the lefties dreamt up.