http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/ Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:45:18 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.4 http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/#comment-179644 Thu, 29 May 2008 10:38:28 +0000 http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/#comment-179644 You hit a nerve, and Mike reinforced the pain. It was suggested by our commander that "when going home on leave, don't wear your Blues. People tend to spit at you." We were proud young men (with a few women standing by our side), and I'm willing to bet everyone one of us still recall the treatment from our countrymen when they found out we were in the military. Vietnam era vets never received a nod of thanks, except in a near-condescending fashion. You hit a nerve, and Mike reinforced the pain. It was suggested by our commander that “when going home on leave, don’t wear your Blues. People tend to spit at you.” We were proud young men (with a few women standing by our side), and I’m willing to bet everyone one of us still recall the treatment from our countrymen when they found out we were in the military. Vietnam era vets never received a nod of thanks, except in a near-condescending fashion.

]]> http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/#comment-179468 Wed, 28 May 2008 13:23:55 +0000 http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/#comment-179468 I remember my flight to Saigon in 1970 originated in Oakland and stopped for refueling in Hawaii. Decked out in our brand new fatigues and jungle boots we were allowed to leave the plane and stretch our legs. As we walked through the terminal I couldn't help noticing people giving us a wide berth. I even saw a mother grab her young daughter to shield her from us. I was young and naive but that reaction from my fellow countrymen still haunts me today. Thank God the times and attitudes have changed. I remember my flight to Saigon in 1970 originated in Oakland and stopped for refueling in Hawaii. Decked out in our brand new fatigues and jungle boots we were allowed to leave the plane and stretch our legs. As we walked through the terminal I couldn’t help noticing people giving us a wide berth. I even saw a mother grab her young daughter to shield her from us. I was young and naive but that reaction from my fellow countrymen still haunts me today. Thank God the times and attitudes have changed.

]]> http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/#comment-179190 Mon, 26 May 2008 20:51:48 +0000 http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/#comment-179190 What a great post. You have my utmost respect, sir. What a great post. You have my utmost respect, sir.

]]> http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/#comment-179183 Mon, 26 May 2008 18:39:55 +0000 http://www.thepomoblog.com/archive/memorial-day-we-are-what-we-were/#comment-179183 [...] SEE ALSO: Sharon Cobb Left Of The Dial Six Meat (II) Ramblings Maury Thinks Angelia Webutante Donald Sensing Linda Noe Doug Petch Chris Lugo R. Neal Kay Brooks Tennessee Free Terry Frank Lean Left Terry Heaton Bill Frist [...] […] SEE ALSO: Sharon Cobb Left Of The Dial Six Meat (II) Ramblings Maury Thinks Angelia Webutante Donald Sensing Linda Noe Doug Petch Chris Lugo R. Neal Kay Brooks Tennessee Free Terry Frank Lean Left Terry Heaton Bill Frist […]

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