“Come on all you big strong men; Uncle Sam needs your help again; got himself in a terrible jam, way down yonder in Viet Nam . . . and it’s one, two, three, what’re we fighting for? Don’t ask me; I don’t give a damn . . . . Next stop is Viet Nam.”
Above, the lyrics from Arlo’s “protest song”, right out of the 60’s expressed it well. I was a protester then, . . . and a leftist – I’d gone back to school and was hanging around with young people.
After being challenged to study the history of Nam by a radical Professor at the University of Chicago (Yes; Marla, even back then, the U of Chicago was just the same – radical left!), I did.
Due in part to issues in my own life, when I found he was right about the history, I too became one of the alienated ones.
After growing up, I saw the big picture and have since, apologized and have spoken to a Memorial Day gathering . . . .
I told them I realized that though my motivations may have been right, my actions had elicited / accomplished just the opposite of what I’d intended. I’d helped prolong the war which resulted in more people dead and injured.
- I told them what I’d done.
- I told them I understood what I’d done was wrong, and asked their forgiveness.
- I told them “thank you – you responded to your country’s call and served and protected us all!
- I told them, something they’d not heard very often . . . . If you’re a Nam vet, this is for you too.
- WELCOME HOME!
Back then, they needed to hear it; some may still.
Since then, it’s been almost acceptable to be one of the Hate-America crowd; no nation is perfect, but if you’re a member of that group, I’ll tell you what I was told . . . . if you find a better nation, go there! Please. Or, …. if you hate me so much, for exposing the truth, you can buy me a 1-way ticket to Israel!