Vietnam Veterans Day

Today is Vietnam Veterans Day, a day to honor a generation of warriors who fought a just and noble war against a vicious and determined foe. They triumphed on the battlefield, only to be betrayed by a fifth column at home.

The were majority volunteers, especially in the combat arms, and they never once lost a battle. Their war was fought on the evening news under the glaring eyes of an uninformed, fooled, or outright hostile civilian population.  They returned home to the scorn of their spoiled, soft and brainwashed peers who were told in college that the cause was immoral, the warrior evil. But even then, even after being maligned by the press that had actively worked against them and portrayed them as mentally unstable ticking time bombs, they continued to be winners; leading mostly successful and prosperous lives.

They are the men my generations of Marines, and of all war-fighters, respected, revered and wanted to emulate. They set the bar for us, and they set it high.

So honor them. Today, and all days.



  1. 1
    bruce growls and barks:

    i was a young paratrooper fighting commie scum during the tet offensive in 1968 where we wiped out the viet cong and rolled over the nva army but leftwing gas bag wally crankcase said we were losing that was when i knew we could not trust the media.that and generals who turned the war into one of attrition which is a losing strategy the officers that talked to never read stilwell or gavin,taylor or mcarthur who said do not get into a war of attrition on the asian mainland or you will lose.we needed a war of movement to win.the other problem was johnson who thought he was a general but he was only a texas bag man.

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    Retired Spook growls and barks:

    We get a day? What government dingleberry screwed up and let that happen? He’s gonna be lucky if they don’t fire him!

    When I was in college, I used to tell the Financial Aid people that I was going to school on the Vietnam Lottery G.I. Bill. You know, if you go to Vietnam and don’t get your ass shot off, they will pay for you to go to school.

    Nobody ever thought that was funny, except the other Vietnam vets. Wonder why?

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    watchyerlane growls and barks:

    I honor and worship them everyday. I was in the 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault) from 1984-1988 and my battalion commander, my battalion XO, battalion sergeant major, company first sergeant and one platoon sergeant were all Vietnam vets. They were greatest assemblage of men I ever had the privilege or honor to work with.
    I look back on these great men and I still to this day thank God I got to spend time with them and learn from them. They defined “Duty, Honor Country”.

    Rakkasan 3/187!!!!

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    FrankOK growls and barks:

    I enlisted in the Navy in 1969, straight out of high school. Before being sworn in with other Naval enlistees, there wasn’t a Marine to be seen in that room but after we all said “I do”, the tallest, widest and blackest gunnery sergeant I ever saw before or since stepped out of the shadows. This guy had arms the size of my legs – and I was rather rotund.

    “How many do you need, gunny”? I don’t remember what number he stated but I do remember he stopped two people away from me after counting off his requirements. Those gents were going to be Marines (technically Navy). They’d receive the training they signed up for but their uniform would be different. 6 hours later, we were all on commercial aircraft heading for our respective boot camps. Mine was Great Lakes RTC.

    Many thoughts crossed my mind on that flight – finally decided the social bullshit of years past didn’t matter anymore – this was the REAL world, now. I never forgot that and sometimes wish now that I’d been a bit closer to where the gunny started counting.

    A soldier’s honor has much more to do with being willing to give his or her country a blank check for anything, up to and including their lives. The soldier makes no distinction as to the “rightness” or “wrongness” of an action but simply does as he/she is told in hopes of accomplishing some objective. In the case of ‘Nam, we didn’t care about France’s rubber plantations but we certainly did care about drilling for oil in the Tonkin Gulf. Communism was a good cover story that got many on board with the “limited war” but considering Washington’s present-day embrace of the commies it’s rather obvious what happened.

    Whatever is left of LBJ should be dug up and tossed into a shredder just for GP.

    In the cases of 55,000+ soldiers, the government cashed that check for the maximum amount and Vietnam was still overrun with communists before we could make a decent retreat. It’s now a communist country as is much of the Pacific Rim of that area. USA business executives can’t buy enough of their shit to sell here yet we can’t have Cuban cigars – WTF?

    The 55,000+ souls represented on the Wall are still waiting for the wrongs perpetrated against them to be avenged.

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    single stack growls and barks:

    My father was an AF MSgt in the civil engineering squadron at Tan Son Nhut in ’67-68. He was awarded the Bronze Star (V) and the Silver Star for his actions during ’68 Tet.
    At his funeral in 1996 several men showed up that no one knew. When they were asked who they were they said that they served in his squadron and that he had saved all their lives.
    They told us how he wouldn’t let any of his men leave the barracks in the morning until he did a walkaround to make sure it was safe for them to step outside. How he was leading men to a bunker during a rocket attack and they were attacked by a squad of VC and he engaged them, giving his men time to reach the bunker. When he dove into the bunker he was banged up but refused to accept a Purple Heart.
    He often bought the soldiers who patrolled the perimeter of the base new uniforms and the little things that make life bearable in a rough situation like writing paper, candy, shaving cream, razors, etc. When asked why he said that he sleeps in a clean bed with a roof over his head every night. They’re out in the mud keeping me safe.

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    Slightly to the right of Gingis Khan growls and barks:

    My father served in the army during that conflict, though the details of his service were unknown to me for most of my life….. they still are mostly unknown. As a child I had looked through an old box of photos, citations and mementos from his time over there. I met a few guys he served with and absorbed a few tidbits of information from their conversations. He talked fondly about the local coffee he drank over there, but other than things like that…… nothing. It was understood growing up that the topic was simply not discussed in our home. It was not that he was or is embarrassed by it or ashamed of it, quite the opposite. It was just never talked about, it was something he kept to himself.
    A few years back when my father was able to retire from the railroad he decided he wasn’t ready to stop working so he applied for an FRA position. Typing is not among the many skills my father has, so I helped him type up his application. What I learned that evening gave me an even greater respect for the man I respect most in this world.

    Tonight I will call my dad just to say hello. Depending on his mood I’ll remind him that today is Vietnam Veteran’s Day and thank him. I am sure he will either dismiss it and quickly change the topic or comment that thanking the men he served with when they first got home would have been much more helpful. It is still a sore spot for him, remembering how his fellow vets were treated when they got home.

    So thank you to my father and all his fellow vets from that war.

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    Igor, Imperial Booby growls and barks:

    In memory of Daivd Allen Higgs, who served (as I did) and gave the ultimate price. My brother and I and my sister participated, true, but David gave his all.

    I have others I remember, but Dave was my best friend and went into AF special ops just because he saw me volunteer. I sure would’ve liked to grow old togther with him around, but it was Just Not To Be.

    Hats off to all my fellow vets. All gave some, some gave all. Thanks just doesn’t say enough.

    Hats off to all of you younger vets as well!

    …and may God have Mercy on our country.