What a story! DJT is such a gem. I was about 12 when the bulk of them were returning, and did not understand this response from people. It made quite the impression on me though. As did my brother's draft number coming up A-1, just when they stopped the draft. And 2 of his HS buddies that were helicopter pilots and made it back. Nothing good about their stories.
My father made it back and then they sent his older brother. My father had been there and witnessed the horrors, so he knew the mess his brother was going to experience. It was a tough time. By the grace of God, they both survived. However years later, my dad got PF and thinks it was probably from his time in Vietnam where he had to burn waste. The horrors of his experiences never left him. Your brother was lucky.
Yeah 'Nam was something else. The horrors of it never left anyone I ever knew who was there. One guy, a drummer, was black ops there. Dropped into the jungle alone with no support. Tasked with executing high level very protected people. If he didn't return with proof they were dead, don't bother to come back. If he ever got captured they would disavow any knowledge of him. If he got injured or killed, no help is coming.
In 2004 he still had flashbacks so bad he couldn't trust himself not to kill someone if a guest ever slept overnight, just in his sleep. He finally got relief via a type of trauma therapy, (it uses eye movement but I can't find anything online referencing it, only an article stating that most effective treatments aren't offered) then suffered from cancer caused by agent orange and died.
My Brother's 2 HS buddies that I knew before they left flew choppers, dropping off a load of soldiers every day. Drop a bomb to clear out the lz, arrive later to pick them back up. Neither ever picked up a single one, over their entire tour of duty. The strategy was never changed. I learned from a young age that we don't fight to win.
Too bad DJT can't time travel back to those years and fix those horrors. The stories are heartbreaking and those young guys came home so damaged. If they did not die in that war, the physical and emotional injuries seem to get them eventually. My dad was exposed to agent orange and swears that is why I was born with a heart defect.
Thanks for sharing those stories. I always appreciate hearing about experiences during the Vietnam War. Growing up, our favorite neighbors were a family of refugees from Vietnam. Recently, the mother asked my mother how to vote. She had never voted in her entire life, but loves Trump and wanted to vote for him. My mom took her to register and helped her vote early. This Vietnamese- American woman was so proud of her vote for Trump she took pictures and even cried. It is amazing how life is some times. My dad would be proud of her.
What a story! DJT is such a gem. I was about 12 when the bulk of them were returning, and did not understand this response from people. It made quite the impression on me though. As did my brother's draft number coming up A-1, just when they stopped the draft. And 2 of his HS buddies that were helicopter pilots and made it back. Nothing good about their stories.
Pulmonary fibrosis is no joke!
My father made it back and then they sent his older brother. My father had been there and witnessed the horrors, so he knew the mess his brother was going to experience. It was a tough time. By the grace of God, they both survived. However years later, my dad got PF and thinks it was probably from his time in Vietnam where he had to burn waste. The horrors of his experiences never left him. Your brother was lucky.
Yeah 'Nam was something else. The horrors of it never left anyone I ever knew who was there. One guy, a drummer, was black ops there. Dropped into the jungle alone with no support. Tasked with executing high level very protected people. If he didn't return with proof they were dead, don't bother to come back. If he ever got captured they would disavow any knowledge of him. If he got injured or killed, no help is coming.
In 2004 he still had flashbacks so bad he couldn't trust himself not to kill someone if a guest ever slept overnight, just in his sleep. He finally got relief via a type of trauma therapy, (it uses eye movement but I can't find anything online referencing it, only an article stating that most effective treatments aren't offered) then suffered from cancer caused by agent orange and died.
My Brother's 2 HS buddies that I knew before they left flew choppers, dropping off a load of soldiers every day. Drop a bomb to clear out the lz, arrive later to pick them back up. Neither ever picked up a single one, over their entire tour of duty. The strategy was never changed. I learned from a young age that we don't fight to win.
I like DJT's approach better!
Too bad DJT can't time travel back to those years and fix those horrors. The stories are heartbreaking and those young guys came home so damaged. If they did not die in that war, the physical and emotional injuries seem to get them eventually. My dad was exposed to agent orange and swears that is why I was born with a heart defect.
Thanks for sharing those stories. I always appreciate hearing about experiences during the Vietnam War. Growing up, our favorite neighbors were a family of refugees from Vietnam. Recently, the mother asked my mother how to vote. She had never voted in her entire life, but loves Trump and wanted to vote for him. My mom took her to register and helped her vote early. This Vietnamese- American woman was so proud of her vote for Trump she took pictures and even cried. It is amazing how life is some times. My dad would be proud of her.