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thedrifter
01-16-03, 12:53 PM
You are sitting with your back leaning against a building, just watching and waiting for your pick up; they're late but that means nothing. You try to edge in the shade, your nose itches and your finger goes up to remove a booger or look for one, might as well check both nostrils.


Landing lights in the distance, bluish grey smoke comes from the undercarriage as a C141 touches down and the smoke drifts away on a breeze. You wonder where it came from for a second and then your train of thought drifts else where. The C141 reaches a taxi way and continues down to the main area and comes to a halt, more troops?.


You shuffle around and scratch your butt and sniff the air as you are sitting near the Graves Registration building and wonder what they use in there, all quiet now except for the hum of air-conditioning running. Silver caskets are piled high outside, you turn and look away with a shudder.

You remove a boot and sock and inspect your foot, nothing there, just itchy. give it a scratch and run your finger through the toes to clean out any flaking flesh. God you're bored.


You hear the familiar sound of a helicopter and look towards the runway and spot two coming in low with landing lights ablaze. Slowly moving across the runway to the graves helipads, you lift your arm to protect you from the sting of sand and dust as they settle. Cabin doors slide open and then you see the cargo, black rubber bags, some on top of the others. You
think what a way to travel as you have become hard and distant from such things.

The doors of the building open and trolleys are brought out and as the bags are loaded by guys dressed in green, a crewman wanders to the rear and looks up at the tail rotor. You light up a cigarette and take a deep haul of smoke into your lungs and idly watch as the unloading is completed and the last bag is removed and taken inside.

A crewman wanders over to a hose and drags it out, the other turns on the tap and he commences to hose the cabin area out. You see the water cascading from the birds belly, you watch with interest and wonder where the water is going as it rushes down the drain with its bits and pieces. Probably into the river if the rats don't have their pickings first. Yep,
you can write home and tell some Mother that parts of her son are now out in Da Nang Harbour and being fed on by some fish or crab. At the time it doesn't affect you, it's just another day.

You turn to watch two F4's close their canopies, you can't see their tail insignia but see Marines on the side, taxing onto the piano keys on the end of the runway and hear the GE engines come into afterburner, the air shakes and crackles with noise, it is deafening, then trailing flame they both gather speed and take off. Another aircraft is waiting to take off, clear of turbulence, its on its way, this time a Pan Am Boeing 707, it rotates and climbs out over the South China Sea, leaving in its wake four trails of black unburnt kero. You wonder if it's an R&R flight or the "Freedom Bird" going back to the world. Who cares, because you're not on it.

Shortly another Huey arrives and lands, it goes into flight idle and a crewman comes running across to you and asks if you're the one to be picked up. You run to the bird ducking under the main rotor blades and scramble to a seat, the RPM builds and then you are off, glad to get into the air and cool off. You have become distant, you don't think of anything,
numbness settles in again.

For all you have seen and heard in that hour of waiting, it was just another day in Vietnam.

Author unknown



Sempers,

Roger

thedrifter
01-16-03, 12:56 PM
At first there was no place for us to go until someone put up that Black Granite Wall. Now, everyday and every night, my Brothers and my Sisters wait to see the many people from places afar file in front of this Wall. Many stopping briefly and many for hours and some that come on a regular basis. It was hard at first, not that its gotten any easier, but it seems that many of the attitudes towards that war that we were involved in have changed. I can only pray that the ones on the other side have learned something and more Walls as this one, needn't be built.

Several members of my unit and many that I did not recognize have called me to the Wall by touching my name that is engraved upon it. The tears aren't necessary but are hard even for me to hold back. Don't feel guilty for not being with me, my Brothers. This was my destiny as it is yours, to be on that side of the wall. Touch the Wall, my Brothers, so that we can share in the memories that we had. I have learned to put the bad memories aside and remember only the pleasant times that we had together. Tell our other Brothers out there to come and visit me, not to say goodbye but to say hello and be together again, even for a short time and to ease that pain of loss that we all share.

Today, an irresistable and loving call comes from the Wall. As I approach I can see an elderly lady and as I get closer I recognize her. It's Momma! As much as I have looked forward to this day, I have also regretted it because I didn't know what reaction I would have.

Next to her, I suddenly see my wife and immediately think how hard it must have been for her to come to this place and my mind floods with the pleasant memories of 30 years past. There's a young man in a military uniform standing with his arm around her ... My God! ... it has to be my son. Look at him trying to be the man without a tear in his eye. I yearn to tell him how proud I am, seeing him standing tall, straight and proud in his uniform.

Momma comes closer and touches the Wall and I feel the soft and gentle touch I had not felt in so many years. Dad has crossed to this side of the Wall, and through our touch, I try to convey to her that Dad is doing fine and is no longer suffering or feeling pain. I see my wife's courage building as she sees Momma touch the Wall and she approaches and lays her hand on my waiting hand. All the emotions, feelings and memories of three decades past flash between our touch and I tell her that it's all right. Carry on with your life and don't worry about me. I can see as I look into her eyes that she hears and understands me and a big burden has been lifted from her.

I watch as they lay flowers and other memories of my past. My lucky charm that was taken from me and sent to her by my CO, a tattered and worn teddy bear that I can barely remember having as I grew up as a child and several medals that I had earned and were presented to my wife. One of them is the Combat Infantry Badge that I am very proud of and I notice that my son is also wearing this medal. I had earned mine in the jungles of Vietnam and he had probably earned his in the deserts of Iraq.

I can tell that they are preparing to leave and I try to take a mental picture of them together, because I don't know when I will see them again. I wouldn't blame them if they were not to return and can only thank them that I was not forgotten. My wife and Momma near the Wall for one final touch and so many years of indecision, fear and sorrow are let go. As they turn to leave I feel my tears that had not flowed for so many years, form as if dew drops on the other side of the Wall.

They slowly move away with only a glance over their shoulder. My son suddenly stops and slowly returns. He stands straight and proud in front of me and snaps a salute. Something makes him move to the Wall and he puts his hand upon the Wall and touches my tears that had formed on the face of the Wall and I can tell that he senses my presence there and the pride and the love that I have for him. He falls to his knees and the tears flow from his eyes and I try my best to reassure him that it's all right and the tears do not make him any less of a man. As he moves back wiping the tears from his eyes, he silently mouths, God Bless you, Dad. God Bless YOU, Son. We WILL meet someday but in the meanwhile, go on your way. There is no hurry. There is no hurry at all.

As I see them walk off in the distance, I yell out to THEM and EVERYONE there today, as loud as I can, THANKS FOR REMEMBERING and as others on this side of the Wall join in, I notice that the US Flag that so proudly flies in front of us everyday, is flapping and standing proudly straight out in the wind today, "THANK YOU ALL FOR REMEMBERING".

For he today, that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother.



Author unknown.



Sempers,

Roger