This is my first diary on Booman.
I have posted several comments both here and on dKos comparing the situation in Iraq with my experience in Vietnam. On some occasions, I have received responses from political analyst types, essentially patting me on the head and telling me: well, you’re a vet and all that, but the two situations are profoundly different, and it is counterproductive to try to compare the two.
For those who might be interested, here is an article from TomDispatch which makes the case much stronger than I can.
More on the flip…
Here is how Engelhardt introduces the in-country article by Jonathan Schell:
Welcome to Iraq… but call it Vietnam.
(snip)
Think “light at the end of the tunnel.” Think the era of Lyndon Johnson. Think of that flood of positive numbers – the “metrics” of victory – that came pouring out of Vietnam and now, in the form of numbers of troops armed and trained for the new Iraqi army, police, and security forces, is flooding out of Iraq. Top generals back in Washington all lend a helpful hand. (Joint Chiefs Chairman Gen. Richard Myers: “Well, first of all, the number of incidents is actually down 25 percent since the highs of last November, during the election period. So, overall, numbers of incidents are down. Lethality, as you mentioned, is up. … I think what’s causing it is a realization that Iraq is marching inevitably toward democracy.”)
(snip)
Meanwhile, in Iraq, the American officers fighting the war and their troops tell another story to reporters. Senior officials now claim not-so-privately “that there is no long-term military solution to an insurgency that has killed thousands of Iraqis and more than 1,300 U.S. troops during the past two years.” Brig. Gen. Donald Alston, the chief U.S. military spokesman in Iraq, commented to reporter Tom Lasseter of Knight Ridder, “I think the more accurate way to approach this right now is to concede that … this insurgency is not going to be settled, the terrorists and the terrorism in Iraq is not going to be settled, through military options or military operations.” Lt. Col. Frederick P. Wellman, who works with the task force overseeing the training of Iraqi security troops, told Lasseter (a fine reporter, by the way) that “the insurgency doesn’t seem to be running out of new recruits, a dynamic fueled by tribal members seeking revenge for relatives killed in fighting. ‘We can’t kill them all,’ Wellman said. ‘When I kill one I create three.'” Gen. George W. Casey, top U.S. commander in Iraq, “called the military’s efforts ‘the Pillsbury Doughboy idea’ – pressing the insurgency in one area only causes it to rise elsewhere.”
(snip)
And in the meantime, in the opinion polls, slowly but inexorably, public support for the war continues to erode. As Susan Page of USA Today reports in a piece ominously headlined, “Poll: USA Is Losing Patience on Iraq,” “Nearly six in 10 Americans say the United States should withdraw some or all of its troops from Iraq, a new Gallup Poll finds, the most downbeat view of the war since it began in 2003.”
Does no one remember when this was the story of Vietnam? The desperately rosy statements from top officials, military and civilian, in Washington; the grim, earthy statements from U.S. officers and troops in the field in Vietnam; the eroding public support at home; the growth of the famed “credibility gap” between what the government claimed and what was increasingly obvious to all; the first hints of changing minds and mounting opposition to the war in Congress and the first calls for timetables for withdrawal?
Excuse me if I’m confused, but didn’t the men (and one key woman) of the Bush administration pride themselves in having learned “the lessons of Vietnam” (which, as it happens, they played like an opposites game until the pressure began to build when they suddenly began acting and sounding just like Vietnam clones)? Isn’t our President the very son of the man who, when himself president and involved in another war in the Gulf, claimed exuberantly, “By God, we’ve kicked the Vietnam Syndrome once and for all”? Well, here’s a news flash then. In Washington today, they’re mainlining Vietnam.
Reading this for me is like have an extended flashback.
Oh, and speaking about Vietnam-era parallels, how about this one: It turns out there are two different races of Iraqis. There are their Iraqis – jihadis, Ba’athist bitter-enders, terrorists, Sunni fanatics, and even, as Major General Joseph Taluto, head of the US 42nd Infantry Division, admitted the other day, “good, honest” Iraqis, “offended by our presence.” The thing about all of them is, without thousands of foreign military advisors, or a $5.7 billion American-financed program to train and equip their forces, or endless time to get up to speed, they take their rocket-propelled grenades, their IEDs, their mortars, their bomb-laden cars, and they fight. Regularly, fiercely, often well, and no less often to the death. They aren’t known for running away, except in the way that guerrillas, faced with overwhelming force, disband and slip off to fight another day.
American military men, whatever they call these insurgents, have a sneaking respect for them. You can hear it in many of the reports from Iraq. They are – a typical word used by military officers there – “resilient.” No matter what we throw at them, they come back again. All on their own they develop sophisticated new tactics. Facing terrible odds, when it comes to firepower, they are clever, dangerous, resourceful opponents. The adjectives, even when they go with labels like “terrorists,” are strangely respectful.
Then there’s this other race of Iraqis, as if from another planet – our Iraqis, the ones who scatter “like cockroaches.” They are, as several recent articles on the desperately disappointing experience of training an Iraqi army reveal, not resilient, not resourceful, not up to snuff, not willing to fight, all too ready to flee, and, in the eyes of American military men on the scene, frustrating, cowardly, child-like, and contemptible.
Compare that, for instance, to the following comment on the enemy: “The ability of the [insurgents] to rebuild their units and to make good their losses is one of the mysteries of this guerrilla war. … Not only do [their] units have the recuperative powers of the phoenix, but they have an amazing ability to maintain morale.” Oh sorry, that wasn’t Iraq at all. That was actually Gen. Maxwell Taylor, American ambassador to South Vietnam, in November 1964.
In Vietnam, I served as an infantry advisor to a South Vietnamese battalion commander. I was constantly berating him for the lack of military aggressiveness of his troops. Now, I hear my speech of thirty-five years ago ringing out again from Iraq almost verbatim:
After a typical episode in which the unit was attacked and ran away (four hailed taxis to make their escape), Sgt. Rick McGovern, who leads the unit, dressed them down. “You are all cowards,” he informed them. He went on, “My soldiers are over here, away from our families for a year. We are willing to die for you to have freedom. You should be willing to die for your own freedom.”
I remember the response of my Vietnamese “counterpart”:
You Americans! You come here for a year, and then you go home. You all want me to win the war in your year. I AM home. When you leave I will still be here.
I wrote a poem once:
The Wisdom of the Afflicted
How do I not be a veteran?
My identity defined by my life’s shame?
Unremittingly blamed
By my self
For being the sum of my experience
Ignorant of events
Until survival made knowledge
Irrelevant
I feel like a brittle leaf
Pinned on a twig by the wind
Rustling helplessly to be freed
Before I crumble in the breeze
It is a tender spot
Healed and cushioned by time
‘Til it becomes a mere plot
In some dope-induced war story
But it smarts at the touch
Of rough-skinned rhetoric
And it aches a warning
Of impending storms
I am a prophet by pain
I have the wisdom of the afflicted
So here’s some afflicted wisdom:
I believe the only rational response to the situation in Iraq is “Out Now”.
We are mired in the same Catch-22 logic that was used in Vietnam: We can’t leave because we’re there. The reason why we’re there is because we’re there.
The current situation in Iraq is CAUSED by our presence; it cannot, in any way, be solved by our continued presence.
Some of you probably won’t agree with me now, but please remember my words in the future.
In Vietnam, we were “fighting for democracy” for the South Vietnamese people. We put up a series of puppet governments, and tried to pawn them off as real representatives of the Vietnamese. The North Vietnamese kept saying: once the Americans leave, these puppet governments will fall. The Americans left — finally — and the South Vietnamese government fell. It was the same result that would have happened 20 years earlier when the French pulled out; the only difference was about 58 thousand American dead and countless millions of south east Asians dead.
The situation in Iraq is the same; whether we pull out now or ten years from now, the result will be the same: the Iraqis will decide their own fate. It may be brutal, it may not be what we want. But what we get by pulling out now will be the same thing we would get in ten years. The only difference will be the number of dead in the interim.
Lucky us. That you posted this diary here. It’s very good. And I think you’re right.
I remember the Vietnam days vividly and the impasse, the spokesman-speak from D.C., and the rest are so familiar.
Have you seen the HBO movie, “Path to War”? It’s about Lyndon Johnson, McNamara, George Ball, and the rest. Fascinating.
this diary and thanks for serving with honor in Vietnam. We need more voices like yours to show the rest of the country that they are indeed similar.
I can accept the idea of serving with “honor” in Vietnam. Yes, I did my duty, but what did that duty accomplish?
It is no easy task to separate out one’s indivividual service and characterize it as “honorable”, when the “cause” in which that service was rendered was so dishonorable.
But thanks for the thought.
Hi LeftVet,
I’m left too. I did a similiar job (enlisted) in 7th/3rd/ & 19th (NG) Special Forces Groups during the Bush I – Clinton administrations (before I switched to the Navy as an intel officer).
My turning point began in 7th in Latin America with “what the fuck are we really doing here!?” I understand how you feel about it being a duty, me too.
My thing was Panama, significantly less than yours. Nevertheless, I tell those who don’t understand that at the moment a bullet cracks over you head, the length and intensity of the conflict really doesn’t fucking matter. A bullet is a bullet and death is death.
Peace Bro
asked the same question. He was struck by the stature of Americans towering over the Vietnamese, right away making him feel like a bully and he asked,
“WHAT are we doing here?!
when Johnson sent in the Marines, I’ve been feeling like I was reliving the Vietnam years for over two years now. I wonder how many people who supported the Iraq invasion are now experiencing something like what I did in 1966?
Don’t pat me on the head and tell me it’s very different this time. Sorry, it all too much the same.
but this period has fascinated me for the last few years. How must it have felt to be forced to risk your life just at the point of growing up? Could you feel anything besides betrayed, angry and scared?
i can’t imagine how people whose lives were so carelessly tossed into the fray could come to terms with living here?
Please tell me- what were people thinking and feeling?
Only myself. I had joined the army in a fit of working-class patriotism. My grandfathers served in WWI, my father served in WWII. Vietnam was MY war; it seemed like a no-brainer.
By the time I finally got to Vietnam, I had already begun to feel that the war was wrong, but I made a conscious decision that I would ignore my budding anti-war feelings, and “do my duty”. That I did.
There is a cruel and attractive paradox to participating in war. You are surrounded by death, but that proximity to death makes you feel incredibly alive. I can’t explain it; you had to be there.
that in and of itself is the major statement of the whole damn mess. Then and now! I tii volunteered and it was not a fact of being all the gung ho, it was serving your country. Of course as a woman there were more motives behind my reasons, ie education and experience in a given MOS, but it all boils down to the same ol shit. I know if one has ever reviewed my comments, they will know me as one who will stand up for my country always…..but not when I think they are wrong!
Leftvet, you are my brother and I firmly stand behind what you have commneted too…I applaude you for your patience so far, but you and ppl like us have to got to get to where we can help understand these matters. You so much more than I.
As a nurse, I know the horrors of said war. This is forever branded in my mind. Yes, I can’t explain it; you had to be there.
Thank you for your serivce and WELCOME HOME, BROTHER.
but I don’t need to be welcomed home anymore. I’ve been here awhile (although I took a ten year hiatus living in Russia, but that’s another story).
The folks who need the welcome are the ones coming home from Iraq. I’ve already dealt with my shit. Their’s is all in front of them.
yes, so very well said, but to you, as a constant review of my feelings towards you, I will always be eternally grateful to you and for your forsight on matters, as we all have our stories to tell. Of and with all those said stories, we as a nation have to learn something, dont we? or what is the use anymore.
Can we stand united as someone who has been there done that [I can’t explain it; you had to be there]to help guide the future for those behind us and for the future of the children. I have always said now at my age in life, that the children are my future. So now how are we to expect them to do such a thing for us if we can not share with them our hearts and lifes experiences in a healthy manner for them to see that future of us all is in their hands, and not to make the same old mistakes over and over again.,,.
For crin out loud man, what in the hell are we doing rehashing the old wars of the past if not to give an example for the younger generation to learn from us old codgers. The/our history has been changed to benefit the warmongers and the military/industrial complex of America. God, can we ever learn those ugly lessons or even try to project the learned one of said lessons. Yup, we should have learned form the Korean, WW2 and all the others, but being it not for the politians, this would not even be discussed today.
I toally agree with you, now is the time to support the vets of todays war. I do and you know I do! All I am saying is I think it is up to us the VN vet to lead the way,once again, to seeing the truthism of reality.
I will always say to you welcome home..it is my reverie to you. I , My Dear, Brother, I share with you, like no other in my own way…I shall not relent to any other fashion that that.
Now to the conversation of Iraq, If anything, we have a responibility to do the changing for all that is going down. We must not just leave a few there, for you and I both know to what that will bring. I do not wish to be sending a delegation back for them in the future. It will happen you know..as sure as I am breathing you and I both know what will go down on that premice. If we withdraw, it has to be all of us…not just a few…this needs to be addressed before hand, before it happens. Issues like this has got to be discussed, or the same old mistakes, same verse, same song will be sung over again. The advisors of today, may just happen to be ppl like us who know the facts and and will not be swayed into believeing shit from this administration ever again…they just simply can ot or will not make prudent decisions, ever…you see those like Kerry and mcCain, are now the politicians…do they remember..who really knows when they advertize the making of said mistakes as they have…makes me wonder..does it you? I am not indicating here for I can not get into their minds of/on things, I can only look upon their manhovering and reteric. It just makes me wonder!
Leftvet – have you heard of the book by Chris Hedges, “War is a Force that Gives Us Meaning”? As a war correspondent and student of theology (interesting combination, huh?) he makes this same point about the paradox of war. Don’t let the title of the book throw you – he is extremely anti-war – but helped me understand it in a way I never have before. I’ve seen him on c-span a couple of times and he’s even more profound in person.
Anyway, thanks for this diary. I have been thinking a lot about the effects of the Iraq war on Vietnam vets ever since Militarytracy wrote the diary about her uncle’s suicide. Since I don’t understand, I can only learn as much as I can, and I appreciate your courage in writing it.
but haven’t seen it. Your recommendation will push me to check it out.
By the way, I was attending a seminary studying to be a priest right before I joined the army. Why is it that religion and war seem to go hand-in-hand?
Sounds like another diary from you. I hope you’ll give it a go sometime. I don’t have the war experience, but I did get my master’s degree from a seminary. I think that some of us that went that route have a need to ask the BIG questions about life and meaning. Seminary can be a good place to do that. But again, thats a whole new diary.
it is an incredibly powerful statement from a correspondent who has seen more wars and fighting than most military men, and definitely more than the political leadership that took us into this atrocious war
First of all, Welcome home brother,
It is hard to let old wounds heal, when they keep scraping the scar tissue off.
For only the wounded, know the effects of such.
Where were you?
And when?
1st Force Recon, 69-72, LRRP team, we were everywhere, and no where, all at the same time, you understand. We still don’t exist, on record, but in our hearts and minds.
a brief stint with LRRPS: A Company, 75th Infantry. It was stateside duty, my first posting out of OCS and jump school. Strange situation. Here I was, the freshly-minted 2nd looie, didn’t know my ass from my elbow, and I’m leader of a platoon made up of Nam returnees. Ain’t the army wonderful? At least I got to learn from some pros before it was my turn.
lifesaving school ; )
Damn skippy the military is wonderful, LOL..even in their blunders, some of the one stars, and birds get a chance to place some of their knowledge to proper placement, even if the higher ups hav’nt a clue. Thank god for experienced wisdom in the ranks.
I knew you were a goddamn Ranger! 😉
fuckin borne…
Geez, let’s not bring this up, huh?
You’ll ruin my “sensitive man” facade.
..sorry bro, but I was Marine Corps, but I spent more time with the Rangers, Green’s, and Monyards than anyone else.
I had a Korean Rock on my team, best friend, and one bad ass if you were on the receiving end ; )
I was detached to MacVee SOG, sniper, my team operated off Tiger Island, a lot of time with the riverine’s, god bless each and every one of them. Air Cav, and Air America was always my “out”, nothing finer than to see one of those birds com’n out of the valley clouds trim’n the tree tops to pull your ass out.
The way I see it, don’t matter what branch you were with, we’re all a band of brothers ; ) There was no color but green, except of course my boys, and we wore black. In all those uniforms, there was only one color underneath, Red, for it ran true blue.
As for the sensitive part, we know too well what it takes to do that, more inner strength than most will ever have to achieve, for we know the pain, and the courage required to maintain empathy.
Shit, man! That recon bullshit is what we did in the mountains of Panama. You know what was fucked up? On all of our insertion points (primary, alternate, contingency, and emergency) there were indigs on the ground – they knew where we were the whole time. Plus, you can’t walk off of a trail on the mountain ridges because it is straight down on either side. Since I was the new guy, fresh out of training, guess who got point! My asshole was so tight that I could’ve shit diamonds! Then the time when it was my turn to sleep in the ORP and I was walked up on by two campensino kids with machetes – I woke up just in time and I believe that God held my trigger finger back from killing them with my SAW at that moment out of sleep. Ya know, I still have nightmares that I actually killed those two kids. Turned out they were just as frightened as I.
There was this teenage Vietnamese kid who used to hang around our base camp. He was just hangin out waiting until he got drafted. The Vietnamese soldiers I advised had set up a ping pong table, and we used to have ping pong tournaments in the evenings. Kid (name ws s Pham) was pretty good; beat me several times.
I had been berating my “counterpart” to have his men set up ambushes around the base camp at night. He reluctantly agreed, but usually about midnight the RuffPuff soldiers would blow the ambush, and head home for soem sleep.
One night we get a squawk over the radio; they got someone in one of the ambushes. I went tearing out to the ambush site, full of self-congratulations over how I had gotten my Vietnamese soldiers to be aggressive. At the site, the RuffPuffs were lookin grim. I looked at the bullet-riddled body: it was Pham.
Apparently he had sneaked into the village to hang out with a girl friend. He was headed home when he walked into the ambush.
None of us will forget the “first” and still to this day, I don’t know who pulled first, all I know is that I’m here, and he’s not.
it is…
Jesus, I feel like I’m talking to my shrink here with you guys – but you two actually understand. There was one night when we took fire, three of us on recon, we fired back and it subsided, stopped. We didn’t stick around and got the hell out of the AO. So there is always a question – did I kill anyone, someone’s father, brother, son? I have know idea, and therefore no closure.
Jesus, I haven’t spoken about this to anyone in such a long time!
the only closure you will have will be within yourself in knowing you did your duty, to protect your brothers, that for me, is enough.
Others will chime in and say it was all worthless, but if not for these dirty lil’ wars, they may not have the RIGHT to even speak of such ; )
I do not agree with war for greed, and as most, it is the root of all wars. So who decides when it has to stop, draw a line and say no more? The ones who did not come home.
I have always dreamed of an earth where mankind would evolve far enough to stop this, but alas I know it will never be in my lifespan. So I must be content in the self judgment, that I was on the right side to stop evil. For this is the only closure a battle vet will ever know, or hope for.
Some will say, I would not do that, well they have never been there, so they will never know. When it’s time to die, who is right? Only participation can answer.
says that during the day. But the recurring things that happen during the night do not understand that.
I understand, many fold. You must move on, or it will consume you.
because the booze puts me asleep at night. I know, and I am trying to battle that now.
I’m sorry Leftvet. Jesus! That is horrible. God I hate war.
As I said earlier, they knew where we where the whole time. Our ORP was approached by a female school teacher and two village elders. It seemed that Noriega’s Dignity Battalions came through the village and found two kids screwing in the bushes – they sodomized them both. The school teacher came for help while the DB’s said “we’re not afraid of the Gringos”. They were gone by the time we got there. We were too late to prevent the rape. But my team sergeant ended up divorcing his wife and hooking up with the school teacher, he now lives off his E-8 retirement in Panama.
yeppers, only one way down there, and it’s quick ; ) straight off the ridges.
I instructed for a while at Garcia there, I remember all the “newbies” and yeps, you usually got point, a helluva way to start you day, and I really don’t think you could’ve shit anything…LMAO…at least I never could.
you wrote
And here is Billy Joel:
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island
We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
Thank you for letting us read your conversation here — like Sandblaster I was born in the 60s (’66) and remember vividly the Vietnam vets coming into the public consciousness in the late 70s early 80s. I remember feeling a profound sense of shame and anger at the time. I lived outide of DC when the memorial went up and have visited it many times. I still feel that the way that this country treats our vets is a shame and a travesty.
You can’t know how much I appreciate your sharing your insights and experiences — and how much you are appreciated by this “child of the sixties”.
I’m the next generation vet, not from VN. My experiance was in Latin America. So I don’t want to take away from these two guy who are actually mentors for folks like me.
I wasn’t quite expecting this diary to turn into a bunch of old vets telling war stories. Just kinda headed down that road.
I have a ten year old son (got into this fatherhood business a little late in life). I don’t want him to have to go through what I did. I cannot tell you how difficult it is to see the same shit I saw in Vietnam happening now in Iraq. I thought we had learned our lesson.
How many more must die before we do?
I used to hang out on a discussion list for the vets of the Somali invasion — they were, for the most part, welcoming and interested in asnwering questions that I had — I learned a lot from them.
While I think the insights from VietNam vets are invaluable for our current situation in Iraq, the thoughts and expriences of ALL vets are important to my understanding of the military experience and the HUMAN side of any combat….our troops are a precious resource that we must always use with caution, forethought and comapssion. What is happening here is so much disregard for life, for the values that soldiers hold — it’s like metaphorically spitting on them/you every day.
I have two sons (6 and 2) and stories like yours are the ones I will tell them.
May we all be sstrong enough to build a better place for them.
talking to others about my Vietnam experience. If I can teach someone else, if they can learn from my experience rather than having to undergo it themselves, then I will have taken the negative experience that my soldier’s career was, and turned it into something positive.
same, same.
The healing begins within, and in the eyes of our children. For must not let them see, what our eyes have seen.
I am sitting here this morning drinking coffee and reading this diary, trying to digest what I have just read here. Thank you to all of you vets that have shared your inner most feelings with us. I don’t think most of us give enough thought to the returning vet and the recurring nightmares they must endure.
Leftvet, I agree 100% that this is a parallel to Vietnam and that we must pull the troops now. There is no end in site and there is no way to stop the insurgency on the ground. When the Iraqi troops grab a cab to get away how can we ever imagine they will fight for their country. If they won’t do it then why should we as Americans? I believe that as long as we are there the insurgency will get stronger and more determined and the Iraqis will allow us to fight for something they never asked for or wanted.
When I was an advisor in Vietnam, I once asked my “counterpart” why the North Vietnamese and VC were such unrelenting fighters and the South Vietnamese army were not. He said, “They have something to fight for, we don’t.”
The one and only phrase I can repeat over and over is “when and who will be the last to ask to give for the mistake you as law makers as of the public to make” Same old shit, same song, differnt verse. Seems like no one ever seems to learn. :o( weeping and hurting for you all. It simply and only breaks my heart into many little pieces. that same heart that was broken many years ago..I can not walk in your shoes, I can only cry the anger with you…the frustration of seing the same old plays of those who will seemingly never learn. Maybe the next time, and there will be a next time, shamefully, those who delcare the war of the future, be the first in the firing line. Might change the equation..those children of the ones who declare war should be the first to go and give the ultimate. Change the equation…
Yeah, the parallels are being drawn, and it’s bullshit. The “suits” haven’t changed since back in the day, a divided public still screams “nuke ’em” and “bring ’em home” in the same split voice, and our people still put their boots on one at time, then go out and f*ckin deal with it.
I’m sure this looks the same from the ground up, but it’s definitely different from the top down. This one was premeditated, and planned from the beginning to establish a “beachhead” in the Middle East (PNAC). Especially cold-blooded – and downright stupid – was ignoring their own experts in post-war occupation planning. [DoD’s screwups will fill volumes when the history of this war is written].
And the people and what’s called the country of Iraq are not the Vietnamese. But I’ve been hammering on the same point you make here: … the Iraqis will decide their own fate. There is a timetable, and it’s in a document drafted, submitted, and signed: UN Security Council Resolution 1546.
Recommended reading for anyone interested in understanding the actions taken by the new Iraqi government. They know damn well who’s in charge of the money now [they are], and they’re meeting this week with the EU (somehow the US finagled a place at that table) to discuss rebuilding. Goodby yellow-backed toad. Halliburton et. al. may very well go down the road. Breaks my freakin’ heart.
But WTF, the description of the administration is the same: BushCo numba fucking 10 GI.
thank you for sharing your story with us. I think we need to hear many many more of them… to make the public consciousness truly aware of what is going on in iraq today. It’s the absence of any humanity within this administration that really gets me… cuts in veterans’ spending, stop-loss orders, dispicable recruitment tactics… and in particular, the erasure of any soldier’s death in the American media… this is shameful!
I agree as well, we need to keep telling these stories for our children… I was born in 1970, and one of my earliest memories is being afraid that my daddy would be drafted. Having no comprehension of what that truly meant, I am amazed today that I can recall that fear…
Peace for all…
It’s just about midnight here in Manila (Midnight in Manila: maybe Michael Jackson can start his comeback with that as a song title). I’m about ready to pack it in for the night. I’ve enjoyed conversing with all of you on this diary, and I’ve learned a few new techie things posting it.
Please feel free to continue posting here even though I won’t be responding for another six hours or so.
Check ya later.
ok, now man, what in the the hell are ya doing in Manila? do not tell me you are doing the same old shit there! please assure me you ae respectable!
On dKos he explained that he is in Manila for three weeks on an assignment for USAID – my guess is that he is assessing and/or auditing an assistance program there.
Respectable? Well beyond that. You will understand when he speaks a bit more about his post-war experiences.
whew!!!! wiping brow….thanks for this…restores old suspicious feeling in my heart…..still I would love to hear more from him…
Leftvet, I hope you post more diaries. You are pretty good at it. I agree with you about the similarities between Iraq and Vietnam with a couple of exceptions. One, by a commenter above about this being a preemptive attack to get a beachead in the middle east, and second, the way returning soldiers are viewed by the public, although I’ve read some pretty screwed up shit about how they are being treated by the government.
I was born in 62 and was fortunate, I think, to have been the son of a pretty radical, anti war mother. She is responsible for who I am for the most part. Anyway, I was brought along on more than a few protest marches against the Vietnam War and it had a profound effect on me. Now, I was young, about 8,9, but from then till now, I can’t remember there ever being a time when there was any disrespect shown toward the soldiers. Then as now, at least as far my mother was concerned, the soldiers were the ones who needed to be spoken for. I know the history of what happened to many vets when they returned and it is a dark mark, IMO, on our history, but there looks to be something different happening today and that is good.
I’ll just end by saying that you have my deep respect Sir for having lived through things that most of us couldn’t even begin to imagine how to cope with, and that goes for infidelpig, Jeffersonian Democrat, and all the veteran nurses like brenda stewart, and any other vet reading this.
I’m sorry to say, however, that I must disagree with you concerning the treatment of returning veterans. Yes, the public, by and large, were respectful to returning soldiers (the myth of anti-war protesters spitting on returning soldiers from Vietnam is just that — a myth; I never met or heard of ANY soldier that that happened to), but respect is a whole lot more than a pat on the back, a yellow ribbon decal on the car, and a “welcome home”. It’s what people DO that counts.
The sad reality of fighting in a war is that many, if not most of those who survive return home with substantial problems. For some, those problems are physical — traumatic, life-altering wounds that will never heal, that will require ongoing treatment for a lifetime. In Vietnam, the life-saving procedures of getting severely wounded men from the front line to the operating room were perfected, and have been reimplemented in Iraq. Lives are saved, but men (and now women) who would have died on the battlefield in previous wars, are given the “opportunity” to live armless, legless, sightless, brainless lives. Such lives are a blessing, I suppoose, considering the alternative, but they cost money. Who will pay? Sure, we’ll all raise our hands now, and demand proper treatment for the returning wounded, but what about ten or twenty years from now, when the war, hopefully, is a distant, painful memory, and the economy is in the tank (given the Bushco economic policies, that seems a reasonable conclusion), and there is real competition for where the federal dollars will be spent? What will happen then, to the invisible, powerless refuse from the long-forgotten war?
And then there’s the other “problems”: the PTSD, the lost jobs, failed marriages, broken lives. As`they say, all wounds do not pierce the skin. There was a point in the seventies and eighties when twenty percent of the prison population in the US were Vietnam veterans. Respect? It’s my experience that when a vet becomes percieved to become a problem, people don’t give a flyin flock about his (or her) service. Whe Iraqi veterans start becoming a “burden” on the community, I’m afraid the “respect” of their neighbors will disappear.
Every benefit that Vietnam veterans got, were not given to us; we had to fight for them. The men and women in today’s army, by and large, come from lower socio-economic groups. As a rule, in our political system that does the bidding of those with the bucks, such people will be cut out of the pie when the time comes.
Respect? Sorry, the sad recent history of our country is that veterans get the shaft. And I’m afraid that Iraqi veterans are gonna get it worse than any.
I respect you and all veterans, and I think many here feel the same, but I know it is easy for me to sit here at my computer and tell you that. And I know that all the respect in the world will not heal or comfort or save a wounded body, or more importantly, a wounded soul. I think what I was trying to say is that there at least seems to be a better focus on the soldiers and what they are enduring when in the past there was anger shown towards them, whether they or you were spit on or not. People who drive around with their ribbons are pathetic as far as I’m concerned. They remind me of those who run their mouths about how great Bush is and how we’re kicking terrorists asses, but would never think for a minute to back it up with their own bodies.
On the other hand, your response makes me think that my “respect” would mean something if I actually did something to back up that respect, and maybe me being here at Booman, posting on your diary about the war, is my way of flying my “Support The Troops” magnet, and maybe in the end, that is no better than any other hollow support.
I am hopefull that Americans will wake from this nightmare and see to it that the mistakes made in the past will not be allowed to continue and veterans will be cared for when they get home and twenty years from now. Then again, I guess that is naive, and the best that I could do would be to try and take what I’ve learned from you tonight and do something about it.
Thanks
You made my day with your answer.
Peace.
I have dealt with thousands of Vietnam veterans over the past three decades, and I have yet to hear a single credible account of a spitting incident. Ironically, the ones that I have heard it from (always a buddy, a cousin, a friend of a friend, etc., as the victim) were the same vets who espoused the “noble cause” version of the war: the media/politicians/antiwar protestors lost the war, we should go back and do it right, etc.
No, the problems we faced were far more sinister and long term in their effects:
a VA administration that was openly hostile to redirection of resources so as to deal with the acute needs of young veterans as contrasted with the chronic needs of older veterans,
veterans organizations who viewed us as a threat to their sacred cows, and disdained our involvenment,
a business community that was blatant in avoiding the hiring of Vietnam veterans because of fears “those crazy, violent, drugged out” stereotypes,
educational benefits that were, on average 25% of those granted to earlier generations, and barely sufficient to cover the expenses at a community college, never mind academic institutions of standing,
a medical community who knew that there were physical and mental problems directly related to military service in Vietnam, and did their damndest to avoid and obfuscate the issues,
a criminal justice system that almost universally assumed the guilt of any Vietnam veteran accused of a violent crime.
I started working, with 5 other vets, in a self help center in 1972, which we opened with funding cobbled together from a range of sources. Every morning at 6 AM, I would go to the city lockup, find the vets, and then spend the morning arguing and pleading with prosecutors and judges to let our group have a chance to divert the guys into something other than incarceration – employment, schooling, VA compensation, etc. We were successful far more than not, and ultimately came to be viewed as a resource for the system: the center is still functional to this day, having evolved into one of the most respected treatments centers for vets in the country.
I, too, believe that the Iraqi vets will face similar issues and difficulties, with one major difference: those of us in the Vietnam veteran movement remember our own painful experiences very clearly, and I do not think for a second that this generation’s veterans will have to go it alone. We will ensure that the doors we kicked in over the past thirty years remain wide open for them.
– that is a really good poem.
Leftyvet.
Well, well, well, I thought I was the only Viet Vet to post on here, what a nice surprise to see your post, and the follow on’s to it. EXCELLENT.
My tour was 69/70 mostly in Phuc Tuy Province near a place called Barea (dunno the spelling was always in Vietnamese) our base was situated in the lovely rubber plantation of LONG TAN.
13 months were spent in country, and 3 months of that were spent at a place we called The Horseshoe cause the only dominant feature around, was this hill shaped like a horseshoe, which mad it defendable.
Our primary objective at this location was to rain an ARVN battalion in the arts of blowing people away, or the rudimentary skills of an infantry battalion.
This trainign was done one platoon on one ARVN platoon, thus pretty intense and quiet a bit of contact with their soldiers on a one on one basis.
This gave us a unique opportunity to obtain an understanding of the common person of South Vietnam feelings and views.
Leftvet, as you’ve already told everybody, the lessons we learnt, were exactly the same as yours.
I share your views regards the comparisions in Iraq today, though cannot find any sympathy for the soldiers who complain they are unable to tell who is the enemy and who is the friend. Hafta laugh when I hear that, sounds so deja vu to me. Been there, done that, and survived it too, though not unscathed as I’, classified as a War Vet suffering from PSTD and pensioned off.
The irony of it all, is that I’m Australian and spent the time in country with the 6 Battalion Royal Australian Regiment yet I’ve come away with exactly the same view as you have, now that cannot be coincidence.
Will these idiotic suits ever learn, more importantly, will the youth of today, give US older folks, who have been there, done that, any credance at all ?????????
From where I sit, I can’t see that happening.
And you know what really gets my steam up, it’s when people say, “Oh I respect you, for your honorable contribution ect, ect,”.
WTF was “HONORABLE'” in siting in an ambush all night long, and blowing some people to little pieces, worse, waiting for them to die before sun rise, then go down to evaluate our handy work ?
“contribution” ?????????????? To what, ????????
What an arse about World we live in.
I’m sorry you’ve had to work so hard to be “heard”. the parallels are obvious and the insanity of american arrogance is never-ending.
thank you for posting this and thank you for your service.