Regardless of our opinions on whether or not we should be in Iraq, I don’t know anyone who doesn’t support the troops who are there (and in Afghanistan, etc.). I feel fear in many situations that are much less dangerous than this one, and I don’t hesitate to give people a hand even though it may put myself in an inconvenient position. To volunteer to be put in harm’s way is quite courageous, and to give people a hand because it is the right thing to do despite facing possible death rather than just inconvenience is very noble.

I mentioned in my letter to her that I am an active duty army officer, and also that I did not care whether she supported the war or not, that stories like this can actually make that not matter for just a few minutes.

I will likewise give her a pass for her optimism regarding reporters, and for her failure to acknowledge that there are those who do not support the troops. I honestly believe she does not have an agenda, and that she genuinely respects the military.

I thought since we do quite enough bashing of reporters here (as some of them warrant), it would be good to recognize some of the good ones in the MSM machinery.

ProudGulfWarVet65 said:
Texhoma:

What a story…thanks for sharing that. I can’t help wondering what’s happened with your family since then, but I’m not asking.

Anyhow, God bless you, sir!

That’s alright, I’ll tell you.

My younger sister and I are very close and keep in touch daily.

Both of my parents have passed.

My older sister and I are complete strangers. Never see each other or communicate.

My yougest younger brother matured past drugs, became successful, married, etc. We haven’t seen each other since my mom passed, but we do talk occasionally. When we talk it’s like the fall night air, chilly

The oldest younger brother is an alcoholic and drug addict. The last time I saw him, in the 80′s, he was a Vietnam Veteran wannabe. You know, wears the hats, jackets, pin, patches etc.. He started doing it after Ronald Reagan praised Vietnam Vets and some people had a change of heart and wanted ot be our friends. So he became a Vietnam Vet to get the free beers and other bennies.

My older brother, can’t say much about him. I know he is an alcoholic and still alive.

I have never been able to understand my father attitude when I returned.

In 1985 I visited my mom for a week. One morning while sitting at the kitchen table having coffee and chatting, mostly about the neighbors, she came out of left field with the statement that my father watched the CBS news every night while I was in Vietnam. I said that was normal to watch the news. Then she said that it wasn’t normal for him because before I went to Nam he didn’t care if he missed the news to do other things. She said while I was in Nam nothing could be planned until after the nightly news. Then she told me that he was watching in hopes of seeing me on TV. Then one night in Oct 68 he got his wish. They were watching the news when Walter Conkite did a little blurb about a Special Forces Camp that was under siege by the NVA. Then they showed the film report, and there was mom and dads little boy. The report said their was less than a dozen American Soldiers and a few hundred poorly trained CIDG troops. Mom said the report talked about the mortor, rocket and artillery attack, two failed ground attacks, and ended with the gloom and doom that we could be overrun at any moment. Mom then said that they had seen the movie ‘The Green Beret’ and she thought I had been going through the attacks shown in the movie. She was close, minus overunning the camp.

I knew she was speaking truthfully, because CBS news did come out and do a report about SF Camp 104A. I never spoke to my parents about being there, and, until then, I didn’t know they saw the report.

By the way, I was not a Green Beret. I was with the 11th Light Infantry Brigade and attached to Camp 104A.

Thank you,Col. Braun, and your family for your sacrifice and service.

Many thanks for your service to our country. Like you, my husband still struggles with the unspeakable effects of his homecoming from Viet Nam. I pray that you both find peace.

One thing that just kills me is that the a$$clowns that called Vietnam vets ‘baby killers’ are the same a$$clowns that are pro-abortion. You know, the practice that tears and rips 1.5 million unborn babies out of their mothers womb and into the dumpster out back? But YOU’RE the baby killer. Um. Yeah. Ok.

Got a reply from Ms Rothschild, the writer of that story…was sure to mention I found it on MM.com.

What a story…thanks for sharing that. I can’t help wondering what’s happened with your family since then, but I’m not asking.

Anyhow, God bless you, sir!

I wish I hadn’t read the comment thread on that article-way too many leftist nutjobs on that forum. Uh…pardon the redundancy…

As far as the Boy Scout’s situation goes, has anyone contacted Bill O’Reilly or Glenn
Beck on this?

Hopefully none of our soldiers will return to a family like the one I came home to from Vietnam.

My family never gave me any indication of how they felt about my Vietnam service until I had to take a cab home from the airport.

When I got to the house I had to ring the doorbell. My younger sister (14) answered, gave me a hug, kiss on the cheek and whispered she was glad I was home.

When I walked into the house I was greeted by my, WWII & Korea War Veteran, father with “Well, the conquering hero returns from his war games. Next time make sure you go to a real war”. I kept my mouth shut.

I walked into the kitchen and my mom said “Sorry I didn’t come to the door, I couldn’t break away”. She was stirring the cream and sugar in her coffee. I said “I know, it’s ok mom.” Then I said I was tired and asked if it was alright with her if I went to bed. I gave her a goodnight kiss and went to bed.

The next morning I got a room in a boarding house near downtown, went back to my parents house, loaded my duffle bag and two boxes of civies into the cab and went home. My sister was at school and was mad and upset when she came home and I was gone. She was the only one upset.

I also had three brothers, grown and on their own, who were to ashamed to be seen with a ‘baby killer’. Several months later I was on a date with a beautiful young lady of 18 yrs. We were walking down a beautiful moonlighted beach with a soft and sweet smelling sea breeze. Suddenly I heard “Hey Bro,then my name was said, Come on up.” I recognized the voice and looked to my right to see my two brother sitting about 20 ft inland, each one toking on a joint. My date asked “Who are they?” and I responded “Just some dopers who are so stoned they can’t remember they hate Vietnam vets.” We continued walking down the beach.

The next day that beautiful young woman called and told me she asked her parents what a Vietnam Vet was. She decided she didn’t want to see me anymore. That’s the Gods truth. She was very intelligent and starting at Florida State in the fall. She was just overly protected by her parents. How? I don’t know, but they could make a fortune teaching today’s parents how to do it.

Sorry to vent this on this forum, Michelle. But, after reading that story, I was just too tired and weak, after 38 yrs., to hold that door shut anymore.

Turns out that my sister, at 14, knew she was conservative and was proud of me and didn’t let anyone or anything stop her from showing it. We’re still close, and conservative.

At least, in 1969, conservatism got 25% of my family. My sister and me.

I’m really tired now. Think I’ll take a nap.

MNUSMCDavid said:
his troop leaders mentioned how it was everyone’s right to burn the flag, too.

Nothing like injecting mindless moral relativism into the minds of Cub Scouts. Like they really needed to hear that.