I heard that Senator Kerry spent two tours of duty in Viet Nam. I was mystified that only amounted to four months, in combat. My younger brother, on the other hand, was in the North, within sight of Khe Sanh much of the time. He was a young marine private and then lance corporal. He was there for one 11 month tour, and then came back for another six months.
I have never really heard the details. I cannot do it justice. I just hope that I have come close enough on the big picture. My bother is six foot-six inches tall. His natural weight is about 235. When he came back from Viet Nam, he was about 175 pounds (or about that). They whole time, they were "speeding", as you hardly dared to sleep. One time, their hill was overrun (he was in the artillery), and they were in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. They killed and were killed or wounded. It is not something that you will forget anytime soon.
The war and the battle left many scars. I was in the Navy, at the time when my brother returned from Viet Nam. I admired his courage and fortitude to have returned from a very harrowing time. I spent the remainder of the Viet Nam war in various schools, until I was commissioned as an Ensign in the Navy. My brother was an inspiration to me. I really didn't understand just how traumatic the whole experience had been, but I resented when I saw someone on television talking about how our troops had been commiitting atrocites in Viet Nam. I only recently realized who that person was.
All my active service as a naval officer was in the Cold War. I spent the summer of 1976 involved with working up the crew and air wing, getting ready to deploy to the Mediterranean. After a month in port, we were off. We sailed with our task group, heading for Rota, Spain.
We had a quick evening ashore, and we were off, again, heading East. I was on the bridge at dawn, as we sailed past Gibraltar. I can't say that I even remember what it looked like. But I was on the bridge, quite busy, as Junior Officer of the Watch. I'm not even sure why I was there, as later, I spent all "Special Sea and Anchor" details in CIC.
I didn't explicity say this, but I was on an aircraft carrier. My ship was so old, they we did everything manually. No NTDS for us. I tracked ship with grease pencil on the scope face and drew in pencil on maneuvering board paper.
Being on a warship is not safe. We lost five men on the cruise. The most traumatic was when I was on the bridge in early evening (as I recall) and we heard that a plane was down. The airgroup commander had seen the A7 go into a flat spin, and then vanish. As soon as we got the word, we headed for the site at high speed. We spent the night looking for wreckage with search lights. All they ever found was a battered helmet.
Probably the next significant even, for me, was the "Iran Hostage Rescue Attempt" on April 24-25, 1980. I had to look up the dates, as I did not remember when it was. The main thing I remember is being dressed in my winter uniform with black shirt and trousers, with a tie. I had my Lieutenant bars on my collar and my Surface Warfare Officer pin and ribbons on my shirt. I had taken my son to the "Rec Center" for swimming practice. A retired Navy Captain cleaned the pool for the team. This was in Virginia Beach. The Captain broke the news to me that we had sent men into the desert in Iran, to try and rescue the hostages, and it had gone terribly wrong. I must admit that I went home and wept.
Much later, I met a black, former serviceman, selling Kirby Vacuum Cleaners in 1988, who had been in that desert. He was in Marine Recon, and he said that it was terribly disorganized, as the different branches of service had radios that wouldn't intercommunicate, and the whole operation was a terrible disaster.
This ex-Marine had also been in Lebanon, in 1982, before anyone knew they were there. To my mind, he was typical of the bravery and dedication that I had seen in others who I had seen, and some with whom I had the privilege of serving.
For myself, I was just there, even though it was in the Cold War. We weren't fighting anyone. I heard about other's fighting, and was certainly in some danger, as anyone on board ship lead a dangerous life. When I was first Electrical Officer and then A-Division Officer on the USS Nashville, we heard about the young Engineering officer who was scalded to death by steam. He double knit uniform melted on him.
Many of those I served with on the Nashville in 1977-1979 were off Lebanon in the early 1980's (apparently, 1983). I later ran into a Second Class Machinists Mate who worked for me in A-Division, and he told me the story of when ran the landing craft back and forth from land performing an evacuation.
I get very angry when I see the so-called anti-war crowd protesting. Are they against freeing the people of Afghanistan and Iraq from terrible governements? Are they in favor of regimes that killed hundreds of thousands of innocent people and dumped them in mass graves? All I can say is "give me a break".