05/24/2026
I wrote this In Honor of Memorial Day May 25, 2026.
We were warriors once …
Last week I visited a time of the past.
Seven of us were sitting next to each other at a neighborhood restaurant. We were all strangers but sharing a common past... We were a mix of services: Army, Marine, Air force and Navy veterans.
All proud of our time supporting our county the United States of America. And we would do it again. All of us were volunteers as we believed in our country, our beliefs, and our convictions. We were and are a proud group. Proud of our past and present. We did as we were ordered and accomplished what we were told to do. And we were proud of what we did as we had dignity and faith in our country and in our Lord. If we were killed, we were destined to heaven as our avenue was open by our faith and prayers.
So there we were, together after many, many years sharing and remembering thoughts and feelings that never go away from the horrors of Vietnam.
Sharing their thoughts was difficult as memories they wanted to forget returned - the incoming mortar shells, the rifle rounds whistling nearer than they wanted to hear, the cries of those who had caught a round and were calling for medics.
Perhaps you were there and, on a hilltop, where there was no escape or medics or the medics you had were out of supplies or wounded. You held your position because you were expected to do so.
One of the gunnies who was there said that he couldn’t sleep at night or ever sleep for very long because he constantly was being awakened by the vision of a Viet Cong in his face. To sleep meant death and even later, some 50 years later, he is still having these dreams ... They don’t go away.
One of the guys there was an Army warrior who had been wounded 3 times in a battle and had the bullet holes to show. He was twice decorated with the Silver Star … To take three bullets and continue to fight is unfathomable and humbling. He is a warrior!
War isn’t pretty. Everything that you honor or believe in, every humanitarian fiber you have had can be rearranged and sometimes destroyed.
When you lose a loved one, that is a horrible event. In combat that our warriors are in, they see the horror and witness death and feel it every day, day after day until relieved from their position, and then it stays with them, in their mind, haunting forever.
War, the blood flowing, the loss of friends you highly thought of and those NCO’s and officers you looked up to are never forgotten. Erasing the memory doesn’t happen and these warriors constantly relive the pain without end.
Those of you who haven’t been in the service and witnessed such horrors of war, please sit silent at the feet of those who have seen it; those who helplessly watched a buddy horribly die and you may learn something of war and why, If you have to fight, especially in America as the days come on, why is it necessary to do what you have to do to protect what freedom you have left.
- Bob
Be sure to thank every one of the young and old, the guys and gals who served, as freedom isn’t free.
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