by dave » Tue May 03, 2011 11:28 am
1. Dave Wright, served between 11/68 - 11/69.
2. Went through Basic Training and recieved our orders for Advanced Individual Training. Many got orders for vehical maintenance, radio operator, clerks, artillary, tanks; only three of us were sent directly to advanced infantry training. My stomach knoted up, we moved across the parade grounds to our new barracks and spent the weekend knowing it was Vietnam - "do not pass go - do not collect $200." I had never felt so lonely in my life to that point.
The Cold War had turned hot in this one little country in Southeast Asia. There was real fear of Communism and we thought this would be the opportunity to stop the aggressive expansion of a society that believed terrorism and a plice state were legitimate methods of governing.
3. Most memories involve memboers of my squad or platoon. We became very close. We trusted one another with our lives. We laughed and cried, lived and died together 24-7, for 365 days. Sudden, violent losses were the most difficult to deal with.
4. My view of war quickly changed from fighting and dying for a great cause to simple survival for myself and those around me. I never saw John Wayne, just kids who saw what needed to be done and did it the best they could.
5. My family, my fianccee and myself expected life would return to how it had been before going to Vietnam. I thought the way to do it was bury all the experiences deeply and strongly deny they could bother me - then just get on with life. I married my fiancee, finished college, got a good job, built a new home and went to church twice a week. Inside, I was totally empty, there was nothing satisfying about the American Drean other than I achieved it.
It seemed that no one wanted to know what actually happened in Vietnam. They couldn't identify with the horror and didn't know what to ask beyond how many gooks did you kill? My answer was "I killed my share, or I killed as many as it took to get home." I couldn't put a whole sentence together about the war without feeling overwhelmed anyway. Besides, I was in denial that Vietnam effected me.
6. I'm proud of doing my job and helping some kids come home. I was no different than anyone else. God did many miricles to bring me home - things I had no control over. Vietnam ended up being a pretty big wack in the head whick God used to get my attention.
7. Politics and war have two different goals. Politics is used to get a concensiss from parties involved to achieve a compromise solution that can be accepted by all. War is a tool to overpower an opponant and impose your will upon them. Mixing politics and war makes things really confusing expecially for those doing the shooting.