Reflections on Veterans Day from a Vietnam vet
My earliest memories of Veterans Day are filled with images of my dad telling me that “on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, the year before I was born, World War I ended.”
When my father spoke those words — as he did every Armistice Day — I had the sense that wars ended with precise finality. Little did I know then that wars are not so easily dismissed.
I first became a soldier in a war zone on Veterans Day in 1970. My father, a World War II vet like all the other dads in our working-class Philadelphia neighborhood, was helpless to save me, and I think he went to his death regretting that he could not rescue me from that ugly experience.
My military transport plane landed at Tan Son Nhut Air Force Base outside Saigon on Nov. 11, 1970. Uncle Sam sent me back home on Nov. 11, 1971, exactly 365 days later.
As you can imagine, Nov. 11 is etched in my mind and will always be so. It’s personal, of course, but in a way it’s universal, too.
I say that because too many of our fathers and mothers and wives and husbands still have to visit the graves of loved ones on Nov. 11.
I say that because nearly all of our political leaders rattle sabers in an attempt to look strong and mighty, while at the same time paying lip service to the sacrifices made by the less than 1 percent of the population who have been fighting America’s wars.
And I say that because what my father and I both learned is that war is brutal and ugly and unremitting, even after you’re discharged.
I wish my father and I had talked about that. I wish we as a nation would talk more about that, too. Because one thing fellow combatants know is that war is not the answer.
Sure, I’ll pay tribute to my dad and all my fellow veterans on Nov. 11. But I’ll also close the curtains, lest any of my neighbors think it strange that a 65-year-old man is sitting up most of the night, alone in his living room, weeping.
Doug Bradley is a Vietnam veteran based in Madison, Wis. His book of Vietnam-related short stories, “DEROS Vietnam: Dispatches from the Air-Conditioned Jungle,” has been recently published. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.