My father, who does NOT believe in war or military, joined freely for Vietnam. This was (I was told) to be able to join for 2 years rather than being drafted for 4. He was greatly wounded by a shrapnel bomb mine, and among those faces he would never again see alive is the face of the very buddy who saved him. He has forever with him those faces, faces of bunk mates dead IN their bunks, faces of those killed so that he or others he was responsible for would live. He even has his OWN face, forever changed due to his injuries, forever unable to function as it once did. He is haunted. And that is just the start. So today, shall I weep with anger, with sorrow, or with thanks?.I weep for all 3 reasons, for all of any nationality who has served. My father, and most of those who haunt him, I think would appreciate that.
My father, who does NOT believe in war or military, joined freely for Vietnam. This was (I was told) to be able to join for 2 years rather than being drafted for 4. He was greatly wounded by a shrapnel bomb mine, and among those faces he would never again see alive is the face of the very buddy who saved him. He has forever with him those faces, faces of bunk mates dead IN their bunks, faces of those killed so that he or others he was responsible for would live. He even has his OWN face, forever changed due to his injuries, forever unable to function as it once did. He is haunted. And that is just the start. So today, shall I weep with anger, with sorrow, or with thanks?.I weep for all 3 reasons, for all of any nationality who has served. My father, and most of those who haunt him, I think would appreciate that.