I’ve always wondered what my first written document to your newspaper would be. After much introspection and deliberation here it is:
I served in the U.S. Army from 1970 to 1972 at Ft. Hood, Texas and worked as a quartermaster warehouseman (supply). Vietnam was my war, but someone forgot to send me there. Many of my friends went to the Nam. Some came back in a U.S. flag-decorated pine box. It is because of them that we have freedom and it is also because of these warriors that have given their lives that we need to remember them on Memorial Day.
Winds of war
I smelled and saw the “winds of war” from afar and imagined the dust must have smelled like explosives, terror and blood.
We sent supplies to our fellow soldiers that fought in those winds of war. We had their back from thousands of miles away. Those of us that served from afar developed guilt, suffered from bouts of anger upon receiving news that those we trained with were dead. Those ugly winds in the ’Nam got uglier and took the lives of too many heroes.
The war raged on and the cannons in ’Nam bellowed out foul-smelling smoke that reached high into the sky.
I prayed for the end of those ugly winds of war. Those miserable winds ended far too late as over 58,000 soldiers died … serving this country.
There have been “winds of war” prior to the ’Nam and since Vietnam. Those miserable winds have taken more warriors and still today, steal the lives of our enlisted soldiers.
This Memorial Day as some of you enjoy this holiday, remember that this day is sacred for those heroes that died protecting you and me — all of us.
I continue to pray for the end of those lethal “winds of war.”