My dad was in VN and thankfully came home, but he wasn’t quite the same for at least a few years (he wasn’t in one of the worst areas but it was bad enough). I remember hearing/seeing stories about people spitting on these brave military personnel when they returned. I’m glad they’ve been given some recognition and honor over the past few years. It also warms my heart when I hear people for at least the past few years on planes or in airports applauding returning soldiers and/or buying them a drink or dinner when in a restaurant. When I see them in uniform around here, I always thank them for their service, just like I do police officers and firefighters (many look at little surprised then smile and say thank you).
From what I’ve read, we were almost winning VN (or had a good chance in doing so) just like Iraq and then we had POS presidents that pulled us out too soon. Huge human costs on the military, friends, family and the people living in the countries - terribly sad with all the blood and treasure that was spent and what could have been for the people in the countries for a better future.
It wasn’t until we took dad on an Honor Flight (age 92) that he was able to talk about his service.
My sister and I just opened his trunk. Among the many other things was a picture album of his base and assorted other picture. It explained a lot. He was an officer at the supply depot for the South Pacific No combat but much anxiety. His base modified the planes that took out many Japanese ships. They prepared the plane that dropped the bomb and they would have been staging area for invasion of Tokyo.
He made sure the food, water, ammo got to the front line
As judicial officer for the base it gave him the most nightmare. Young men pushed to the brink to do unspeakable things How to show compassion under such circumstances The tears flowed