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That's a staggering number. Thanks to all veterans for their service and a salute to the fallen.
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That's 24 times faster than they died in combat. Time gets us all in the end.
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Capt Seid Waddell
MCPO Roger Collins, that's the reason it's best not to take life too seriously - we will never get out of it alive anyway.
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MCPO Roger Collins
SP5 Mark Kuzinski - You are welcome and I try to always look at the good things in life.
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I went there in 69, an almost 19 year old kid, came back a year later, a bit wiser, but still a kid.
I'm not a kid any more. I'm old. Most, if not all, of my "better" days are in my past. In June, I'll be 70, more than 40 yeas past a self imposed expiration date (we had a saying, "Live fast, die young, have a good looking corpse." Fugly me don't do "good looking," ever.)
Some of the 2,709,918 Americans that served in Vietnam, of course, didn't come home alive (some never came home at all), there are about 58,220 of us whose name in etched into that Wall in DC. Many have lived their lives and gone on to "Flanders Fields" since, and eventually, all of us will join them. Of the over 16 million American's who served in WW II, probably less that 1 million are alive today, and between 2030 and 2035 that number will drop to less than 1,000. But, that's the way life is, you're born, you live, and you die.
It is without shame or many regrets that I view my coming death, whenever it occurs. I was born, I lived, I had dreams come true, and I had dreams that became smoke, and I will die. Few will note my passing, and that is as it should be. There are few people outside our personal sphere, who have died, that we remember.
I don't speak for anyone other than myself, but I like to think that most of us would prefer to go in peace, and be left alone after. My father died in 1988, and today, I have to look at his picture to remember what he looked like. If someone thinks to look at my picture 30 years after I'm gone, I would have to ask them, if I could,"Why?" I'm not famous, or rich, and I will leave no lasting legacy to most.
For you youngsters reading this, don't be troubled that we, Vietnam Vets, are passing at what ever number per day it is. We taught you (or those that taught you) what we knew, and hope we did it well. That you live, that is our legacy.
I'm not a kid any more. I'm old. Most, if not all, of my "better" days are in my past. In June, I'll be 70, more than 40 yeas past a self imposed expiration date (we had a saying, "Live fast, die young, have a good looking corpse." Fugly me don't do "good looking," ever.)
Some of the 2,709,918 Americans that served in Vietnam, of course, didn't come home alive (some never came home at all), there are about 58,220 of us whose name in etched into that Wall in DC. Many have lived their lives and gone on to "Flanders Fields" since, and eventually, all of us will join them. Of the over 16 million American's who served in WW II, probably less that 1 million are alive today, and between 2030 and 2035 that number will drop to less than 1,000. But, that's the way life is, you're born, you live, and you die.
It is without shame or many regrets that I view my coming death, whenever it occurs. I was born, I lived, I had dreams come true, and I had dreams that became smoke, and I will die. Few will note my passing, and that is as it should be. There are few people outside our personal sphere, who have died, that we remember.
I don't speak for anyone other than myself, but I like to think that most of us would prefer to go in peace, and be left alone after. My father died in 1988, and today, I have to look at his picture to remember what he looked like. If someone thinks to look at my picture 30 years after I'm gone, I would have to ask them, if I could,"Why?" I'm not famous, or rich, and I will leave no lasting legacy to most.
For you youngsters reading this, don't be troubled that we, Vietnam Vets, are passing at what ever number per day it is. We taught you (or those that taught you) what we knew, and hope we did it well. That you live, that is our legacy.
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We surived .its our time to go ,but I want to stay around and see my grandchildren grow up.
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I really like your post Sir
I returned home August 19th 1968, I flew on United Airlines, out of Ben Hoa Air Force base, I had a buddy that had to have someone be with him and see Him home or He would have to wait another week on a special MED flight , because he had nervous system problems from shock waves I think, we didn’t know for sure, but anyway I got him home to Dover Delaware. I left there going on to Niceville, Fl. Where my Mother was living at the time , made It to Atlanta,Ga and got bumped off the flight for someone who taken my seat, that was a paying customer, anyway then bought a Trailway’s Bus ticket
from Atlanta on home, The Bus driver was nice enough let me off the Bus at road forks rd , It was only a couple of miles from home so I trotted the all the two miles on foot. I never Will Forget the look
my Mother’s Face when I walked through the door, She was so happy and relived, She was Crying and laughing at the same time, I thought She wasn’t ever going turn me lose.
That’s my story that the part I care too share, the rest of the story, I think about everyday.
Thank You Sir for listening to a old sentimental Soldier
God Bless, and above all Welcome Home, and Thank You For Your Service .
SP- 5 Jimmie D. Smith 169th.
I returned home August 19th 1968, I flew on United Airlines, out of Ben Hoa Air Force base, I had a buddy that had to have someone be with him and see Him home or He would have to wait another week on a special MED flight , because he had nervous system problems from shock waves I think, we didn’t know for sure, but anyway I got him home to Dover Delaware. I left there going on to Niceville, Fl. Where my Mother was living at the time , made It to Atlanta,Ga and got bumped off the flight for someone who taken my seat, that was a paying customer, anyway then bought a Trailway’s Bus ticket
from Atlanta on home, The Bus driver was nice enough let me off the Bus at road forks rd , It was only a couple of miles from home so I trotted the all the two miles on foot. I never Will Forget the look
my Mother’s Face when I walked through the door, She was so happy and relived, She was Crying and laughing at the same time, I thought She wasn’t ever going turn me lose.
That’s my story that the part I care too share, the rest of the story, I think about everyday.
Thank You Sir for listening to a old sentimental Soldier
God Bless, and above all Welcome Home, and Thank You For Your Service .
SP- 5 Jimmie D. Smith 169th.
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SP5 Jimmie Smith
The left side of face is has a lot of plastic on it. I have had between 10 and 12 skin cancer
Surgery’s, The latest two months ago bladder cancer, surgery. Biggest one was heart surgery about five years ago. I have no idea if Agent Orange !! Had anything to do with it or not!! or is it just natural too have that Much surgery, started about seven or eight years
after I came home from Southeast’s Asia (Vietnam)
Surgery’s, The latest two months ago bladder cancer, surgery. Biggest one was heart surgery about five years ago. I have no idea if Agent Orange !! Had anything to do with it or not!! or is it just natural too have that Much surgery, started about seven or eight years
after I came home from Southeast’s Asia (Vietnam)
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I have know of dozens of my friends and acquaintances that have died so young after coming home!
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Please keep them honest boots on the ground Vietnam
Last 1/3 taking so many problems
Thanks
Last 1/3 taking so many problems
Thanks
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SGT George Sarfine
Well got my sleep test ahi 64 ox 79
Got the cap. With PTSD 50% going to file for sleep apnea
Got the cap. With PTSD 50% going to file for sleep apnea
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