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Scott Grant

I am a Vietnam Veteran, but I hid this fact from people for several years after the war because I was caught up in the National shame of being involved in the war in Vietnam. I did not want friends to know that I spent a couple of years of my life facing my mortality and being involved with what so many protested as an American mistake. When the military service acted as if we should hide the fact of our involvement by ordering us not to wear our uniforms off post I was convinced it was a shameful thing I had been involved in, even though it was my country that ordered me and over a million others to go to Southeast Asia and defend something.

 

I never gave much thought to whether it was right or wrong to fight in that war. My country sent me and because I was a member of the military I went. When my country abandoned the South Vietnamese I was ashamed of that. I was ashamed of the way the United States ran helter-skelter from the friends they had promised to support. I was ashamed of the lack of support our country showed us. We were never given the support that America had given its military throughout history. It was as if it were our fault that things did not go right for this country that had gotten us involved and did not have the resolve to finish what it had started.

 

It’s now forty-four years since my tour in Vietnam, and somewhere along the way my thinking changed in the way I see my personal involvement. The pride started creeping into my thinking as we, the Vietnam Veterans, started a movement to get a Memorial, “The Wall.” Since Americans and our own government abandoned us, we would pay for and build our own memorial.

 

The war protesters, the draft dodgers could go on with their lives after Jimmy Carter gave them amnesty. So, our lives could go on too, even if only we recognized our accomplishments without support of the American people. I started seeing other Vietnam Veterans as Brothers, and shared what only close brothers could share.

 

I began also, to think of the war as a test, a rite of passage that my Father’s generation went through in World War II, and my Brother’s in Korea. I know now, that had I not gone to Vietnam when I was called, I would wonder all my life if I had what it takes to be an American, called on to do a duty for my country. I don’t have to wonder. I served. I went when called. I have spoken to many men since the war who did not serve in the military. Many say they wished they had gone. They feel a part of their life passed by while they watched from the sidelines. They will carry with them to the grave an unanswered question that I was fortunate enough to have answered. Would I serve if called by my country? I did and I survived, and I now walk with my head held high.

 

When I meet other Vietnam Veterans I immediately feel a bond, a Brotherhood that only we, who have been there, can understand. My life would be missing a large part if I did not have this comradeship with my fellow Veterans.

 

Some say, “It’s been over forty years ago, forget about it.” I am here to tell you that you cannot forget the defining episode of your life that sets you apart from others. How can you forget something as life-changing an experience as the war in Vietnam was for so many American men? Some who are old enough to remember where they were and what they were doing when John F. Kennedy was shot, or when Martin Luther King was shot can no more forget that, than a Vietnam Veteran can forget about the combat in which he was involved so long ago. How can someone who did not experience it, and doesn’t know if they would have gone had they been called tell Veterans to get over it and forget it?

 

I wore the uniform of the United States military. I went when called to serve in Vietnam. For that I stand tall! I am proud. I am a Vietnam Veteran!

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  1. GySgt Terry Bales USMC Retired (Vietnam Veteran)

    I like it a lot. It puts a nice perspective into that ERA of our lives that you can only appreciate if you were there. It reminds me of stories I heard of how World War II and Korean Veterans were thought of by World War I Veterans. I definitely remember the wearing civilian attire on liberty. And Marine were required to where uniforms while traveling on orders or leave. However, when I was stationed in Washington D.C., Headquarters Marine Corps, uniform was required for most enlisted regardless of branch of service, but officers where exempt in most cases. Reasoning was they didn’t want to overwhelm the community with uniforms and that was in 1979-1981 again a Vietnam era stigma! Again a very well written! Oohra