I wasn't a "peacenik" in the 60's and the 70's when it was the in thing to do to protest against the war...only after seeing and being involved in the Vietnam war and getting older and seeing the affects it has on the people who were the unfortunate combatants did I realize the far reaching and ongoing damage... 45 years after my service in Vietnam I can still see its affects by walking a block to the VA Hospital... the disenchanted ones who blame everything that has gone wrong in their lives on "the war", the disenfranchised who are homeless and have been underemployed or UNemployed for most of their postwar life. The "disassembled"... who have lost a limb or limbs defending "their" country and the discouraged, like me, who worry that these sights will continue to be paraded before generation after generation as proof of our might and patriotism. I don't know anymore if I am a" patriot". I love my country. I would do what I did 45 years ago again if it were required of me. What I don't understand are the pitiful guys who are still crying( and some literally) over their treatment when they came home in the 60's an 70's. Mistreatment may be closer to the truth. Yes, it was a sad time. The country wanted to forget the war but it couldn't do it if it celebrated the warriors as it had always done in the past. So the first '"crack epedimic" was actually when the Vietnam vets fell through the crack ...the one in our history. The one when we decided that we had to leave a generation of our soldiers behind for a couple decades while we tried to heal some very deep wounds. We just fell through the crack.
Belatedly, in the Mid(?) 80's the Viet vets were getting some recognition and appreciation. Some welcomed it. Some begrudgingly accepted it but continued to complain that we didn't get "our parades". Others, including me, made our own sort of peace. Maybe not perfect or even healthy. When the belated gratitude came we answered, "Thanks but no thanks. I am fine now. When I needed you I couldn't find you anywhere so find someone else who still needs you because I don't. It turns out I never did." At least, I didn't think I did. But I still wonder about how things worked out. I accept responsibility for everything I have done wrong since then. I own those things. I do, sometimes... not often, wonder if I had not gone away and not been involved in the war... would I be different? I don't know and I am too old to worry about it now. So when people say thank you for your service... EVERYONE who walks past at the VA says it...I just say no problem. It isn't a problem for me when someone whose age tells me they are not even sure what Vietnam was about because it seems sincere. A lot of guys feel like no one should "not know" about us. I am not sure if I understand that but I try to. I try to because I am less likely to say," No problem," to someone nearer my own age when they thank me for my service because( and I know this may be a circular argument) I am not sure they aren't just salving their own guilt.
I don't know. I try not to think about it very often. Smarter people than I have been unable to figure it out. Besides, with the fast moving society in which we now live, it won't be long until it is completely forgotten by everyone... even me. By the looks of what is going on all over the world it will fall through the crack of all the other conflicts, skirmishes, revolutions
and wars that go on everyday .....and for what?
The "Give Peace a Chance" exhibit is here at the Center through May 26. Visitors can complete a scavenger hunt to become eligible to win 2 Platinum Ultimate Tickets to Ride to Abbey Road on the Riverhttp://alicenter.org/press-release/156
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