Today’s Pontificate – I served, and I survived unscathed. I guarded nuclear weapons in storage, and I guarded nuke-laden bombers on alert, ready to launch on a Presidential go-ahead. I supervised others on that same mission assignment…. knowing my responsibility was to assure our nation’s ability to strike at an enemy. I simply served and did my duty. No heroics found here..
One of the more subtly uncomfortable social exchanges I have with folks is when I am thanked for my past military service, While this has become a popular graciousness extended to military folks, and civilians who devote their occupations to serving others, for a couple decades now, it was originated out of a renewed public conscientiousness over treatment of returning Vietnam vets. Not all former GI’s, or Vietnam era GI’s feel like me nor should they. Just my own measure of personal humbleness I adopt in trying not to compare myself with those vets who had to dodge bullets or jump on hand grenades to save their buddies, or suffer a lifetime of physical and/or emotional impairment. As for myself, I tend to find myself more sincere when I can bestow such affirmations onto other vets who have seen and experienced the horrors of war…. especially the vets from WW2 and Korea.
.Given my service was during the Vietnam War years, it seems a bit of a contrast being thanked not only for something I did nearly 50 years ago now but being thanked at all given it was a kind of “thankless” war in general. Even by today’s standards, we had no “mission accomplished”, no successful nation-building, and a most vocal 50% of the public were so against the war to the point that the military itself, average GI’s, were demonized as baby killers upon their return. In a historical context, the current mistrust of government, suggestions of grand conspiracies, alternative deep states, suspicions of corruption within our institutions, all had their roots from this era… likely with the Pentagon Papers becoming public.. followed by Watergate.. later with Iran-Contra.. and on and on.
But to make this all perfectly clear, I was never in Vietnam hence I am not a Vietnam Veteran… rather a Vietnam Era Veteran. According to the Veteran’s Administration, to claim “era” status I would have had to serve in any branch of the military prior to May 7, 1975. My service was from February, 1971 to January, 1975. So I qualify for “era” status. I don’t know if that gets me anything extra, but I do recall for a few years after my separation when I would visit various state or federal offices for one thing or another (like unemployment or DMV) veterans went to the head of any line. That doesn’t happen anymore.
The strange thing is… I am generally humbled being in the presence of other veterans… especially those who have served in combat or were involved in combat support activities that put them in harm’s way (like Iraq and Afghanistan). I wanted to enter the military but was rather reluctant because of school. I kept my student deferment status (the draft was alive and well) for another year after graduation from high school while I went to college. But then I decided to take the plunge as I became disenchanted with continued schooling. After my freshman year in college I left academia and surrendered myself to the fate of the gods and the military draft.
It wasn’t too long after leaving college that my draft number (based on my birth date in a lottery drawing) was called, number 53, which assured my enlistment in the Army was to take place by March of 1971. The war was still going on although so were the so-called peace talks and U.S. involvement was waning in favor of “Vietnamization” (turning the battle over to the South Vietnamese military). In fact, KIA’s for 1971 totaled 2,357; 1970, the year before, was 6,081 and the year after, 1972, was a dramatic reduction to 641. So my chances of going to Nam were pretty slim. In any event, I was reluctant about going into the Army for fear that I’d end up learning a combat job I’d not be able to use when I got out. So I enlisted in the Air Force before I was formally called up to report to the Army.
In a way I missed having had the opportunity of at least seeing for myself what the war of my generation was all about. But like everyone else in America I was limited to Walter Cronkite and The Huntley-Brinkley Report on TV. But, yes, I did serve, albeit in safe areas. My overseas assignment was of all places, Iceland (assigned to the Air Force detachment at the NATO base run by the U.S. Navy).
As the years progressed after my separation from active duty I got wrapped up in life.. a family, raising three kids… three businesses. One thing has led to the other.. and I now find myself requiring the services of the VA for my medical needs. I am 69 as I write this so when I go into the various waiting rooms I find most other vets are my age or older. I listen to the others talk of their war days (WW2 and Korea and Vietnam) and I see their physical maladies and I many times wonder why I am even there. I am reasonably fit (for now)… I am not in a wheel chair, I have no tubes attached to me, and I can’t even remember the last time I had a dream much less suffer from PTSD like these fellows; these guys have earned this care the hard way. I’m a relative newcomer to all this. I’ve fired my weapons but never in anger or toward an enemy… nor did any enemy have me in their sights. I am humbled being around these guys. But I am no less proud for having served my time during a period when so many loathed serving their country as a protest to the war. I did a good an honorable job, too… for four years. Yet I still thank the guys who experienced combat and gave so much.
I left the military in January, 1975. In May the war was over for the U.S.
When I was in the funeral business I made it a special point to treat the families of veterans in any special way I could. They deserved no less. Right now the veterans have the respect of a grateful nation… but it wasn’t always that way. We should make sure that part of history is never repeated.