Note to o.c. - a beer run is where you go get beer, then come back to where you were in the first place. SkyPilot didn't say anything about a "chopper beer run" - that's YOUR spin. SP said that Cleland said that he was going to have a beer with his friends.
But perhaps you could remind where the Vietnam "front" at Khe Sanh?
I believe that the poor bastards had the Jarheads surrounded.
LOL, fair enough. It ended up a roundtrip ride in two different copters, without the beer, lots of bang, and therefore does not qualify as a "beer run".
SkyPilot didn't say anything about a "chopper beer run" - that's YOUR spin. SP said that Cleland said that he was going to have a beer with his friends.
OK, get SP here so he can source his quote and we can try to determine where the beer was on the hilltop at Khe Sanh.
The following are two of 41 essays from The Power of Character (Jossey-Bass, 1998), edited by the Josephson Institutes Wes Hanson and Michael Josephson.Strong at the Broken Places
By Senator Max Cleland
SENATOR MAX CLELAND is a Democrat from the state of Georgia. He went from being named outstanding senior in high school to Emory University to Vietnam, where he lost three limbs but not his purpose. Recipient of the Bronze Star for Meritorious Service and the Silver Star for Gallantry in Action, Cleland returned to Georgia, where he was elected to the state senate at the age of twenty-eight (that body's youngest member) and wrote the law making public facilities accessible to the handicapped. Later he became the first Vietnam veteran, and the youngest person ever, to head the Veteran's Administration, and then Georgia's youngest-ever secretary of state. In 1996, he was elected to the U.S. Senate. He is an authentic American hero, columnist David Broder has written, an inspiration to people everywhere; a living, breathing testament to the power of the human spirit.
The historian Plutarch termed it a longstanding habit. Another ancient philosopher called it perfectly educated will. And Goethe said it means simply, In great and little things, carrying through what you feel able to do.
Theyre talking about character, one of the great preoccupations of sages and educators and all those concerned with the real quality of life. However its described, character is an essential building block in each youngsters growth to become a responsible, moral adult. I believe it is critical to bring to the attention of our youth the importance of character building and the teachings of morality and citizenship.
One develops character by overcoming obstacles and temptations. The temptations can be as mundane as choosing laziness over diligence. The obstacles can be profound something I know quite a bit about myself. After I was wounded in Vietnam and lost three of my limbs, recovery proved a difficult time for me. How could I face coming back home after what had happened to me? In time, I would see the wisdom of Ralph Waldo Emerson, who said, What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
Vietnam
I left my hometown of Lithonia, Georgia, a strong young man heading to a foreign land to fight for my country. Vietnam another world, unlike anything I had ever seen before. I remember standing on the edge of the bomb crater that had been my home for five days and five nights, stretching my six-foot, two-inch frame, and becoming caught up in excitement. The battle for Khe Sanh was over, and I had come out of it unhurt and alive! Five terrible days and nights were behind us. In spite of dire predictions, we had held Khe Sanh. I had scored a personal victory over myself and my fears. I had become a soldier and could really look the old sarge in the face. As Stephen Crane put it in his great book on war, The Red Badge of Courage, I went to face the Great Death and found it was only the Great Death. My tour of duty in Vietnam was almost over. In another month Id be going home. I smiled, thinking of the good times waiting stateside.
On April 8, 1968, I volunteered for one last mission. The helicopter moved in low. The troops jumped out with M16 rifles in hand as we crouched low to the ground to avoid the helicopter blades. Then I saw the grenade. It was where the chopper had lifted off. It must be mine, I thought. Grenades had fallen off my web gear before. Shifting the M16 to my left hand and holding it behind me, I bent down to pick up the grenade.
A blinding explosion threw me backwards...
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