I wanted to share this tribute to Vietnam Veterans, written by my friend Terry Wilson. It honors the service of Vietnam vets and since my own father, whom I'll honor tomorrow, served two tours in Vietnam, it hits a mark. And though he wasn't spit on during his homecoming, his memory was certainly spit on by his tribe, the Pechanga Band of Luiseno Indians. More on that tomorrow. Please enjoy this story:
I got assigned to work on a special project with a young woman named Michelle on 3/27/00..we work thru e-mail and the fax machine...I met Michelle in Feb.1999 and she blessed me in a way that no one ever has.
I got sent down to Orange Co.for some training on the mapping system the company uses and went into the office and a friend of mine took me down to the room we would be using for the class.
There were two women in the room and we would be using their computers while they went to other computers in the building.
Introductions were made and I sat down to wait for the others to arrive..I commented to the older lady that I liked her choice of music which was country and we talked about country music for awhile.
The younger lady Michelle is Vietnamese and she was singing along to all the songs and I commented on her singing along and she just laughed and said.."I started listening to country when I arrived in America and I liked it and I also listen to oldies"..my kind of woman.
The other lady laughed and told Michelle to tell me the song that she had played at the dance for her and her new husband..Michelle made me promise not to laugh and then she said.."we had them play Crazy by Patsy Cline.
I commented that it wasn't your ordinary wedding dance song but if that was what she wanted why not.
She said she had them play that song cause she could slow dance to it and everyone seemed to like it...and then proceeded to tell me about wanting to have an American wedding with the dress..veil and the whole nine yards.
We talked some more and then they came and canceled the class and told me to return in three weeks.
When I returned the older lady wasn't there and I was sitting talking to Michelle and the talk turned to Vietnam..she wanted to know when I was there so I told her.."Dec.1966 to Dec.1967"..she informed me that she was born in July,1968.
She asked if I was wounded over there and was that the reason I was using forearm crutches and I told her.."no..I have MS."
She told me about being poor and not having a lot to eat..not knowing a war was going on until bombs started to go off and her dad explained what they were and what a war was.
She told me about them getting out of Vietnam and eventually getting to America and how glad she was.
And then she did something that touched me in my soul..she slid back from her desk and got out in the aisle and stood up straight and said.."Terry...thank you for coming to Vietnam and fighting so we might have freedom."
Then she bowed to me..not just a slight bow where they incline their head but a bow from the waist..I was stunned.
She sat back down and said.."my mother told me when we arrived in America that everytime I met an American who fought in Vietnam I was to honor him and thank him."
"My mother said that many Americans came to Vietnam for many yrs...some paid the ultimate price with their lives..some went home crippled...no arms..blind...they fought for us so that we could have freedom and they deserve respect...thanks and honor."
Michelle told how she had honored many men and thanked them for coming to her homeland...finally she asked.."Terry...are you ok?"
I had taken off my glasses and wiped the tears out of my eyes...I told her I was ok and told her about how a lot of my fellow citizens had just cursed me and given me the finger and that I had never thought that I would see the day when a Vietnamese person would thank me for coming over there.
I told her that she had no idea how that made me feel..the next day a friend of mine came in to see the mappers and Jack sat down to talk to me for awhile.
Jack was in the Marines also and was in the first Marine group that landed in Aug.1965...I told Jack about Michelle and he got tears in his eyes and told me that all he got when he returned was a few curse words and that I was a blessed person for having received Michelles thanks.
Since this has happened Michelle and I have become friends...She told me a while back that the next time I come down to where she works and these are her exact words..."Terry...we'll have to go out and do lunch"..Terry
I honor my grandfather "Poky William Salinas" the grandson of Manuela Miranda the granddaughter of Chief Pablo Apis the leader of the Temecula Luiseño people and land owner of the property the Pechanga casino now sits on.
ReplyDeleteMy grandfather was in World War Two, he served in the pacific theater. He was a humble man who knew the history of the reservation and our family. He had firsthand information that was irrefutable. That is why his EVIL first cousin Francis Miranda and the rest of the corrupt CPP waited for him to die before they started the disenrollment of the entire family of decedents from Manuela Miranda.
The disrespect of veterans and elders of a once proud people is clear. Pechanga will say it is not about the money and that they were just correcting enrollment errors, but we know these things they say are LIES. If what they say is true then why did they wait for the one man who would have been able to put them in their place to die. You be the judge.
ODE TO THE VIETNAM VETERAN: "WELCOME HOME!"
ReplyDelete.by Wayne Mong on Friday, November 11, 2011 at 7:17am.smokeybear said...
I, myself, have done two(2) tours of duty in "Vietnam." The years were '65 to'67. It was a troublesome time: Young Americans were practicing free love and protesting the war in the '60's and this was a movement of disillusioned young people that couldn't grasp the concept of why we stepped into a war half way around the world. Activists, and the Media, fueled the fires to such a frenzie that there was no rhyme or reason left to explore. The rights of a people to resist oppression and to try to hold on to the values of "Freedom" was the reason we aligned ourselves with the "Vietnamese People" and their right to exist as a "Sovereign Nation." It was a time of turmoil and political reteric, and it became: "The Nature of the Beast!" And with this social unrest our proud nation no longer stood for Truth, Justice, and the "American Way."...."Truth:" I, for one, was "Spit On" and called "Baby Killer" upon on my returning home to an America that had no use for returning "Vietnam Veterens!"...."Justice:" There was no justice for the American serviceman for all the good we accomplished was never put out there for all to see. All that was ever show'n was the casualties of war to which America "Shuttered!" This uneven account of what was, became a "Festering Wound" to which America never recovered. This was a war we could have won, but was not allowed too. I saw it, and so did the other sevicemen that were part of this exercise in "Fruitilty." We lost upwards of "58,000 plus" American lives for: "What?"...."The American way:" When World War II ended, our sevicemen returned home with dignity and pride for a job well done, and the pride of our nation... With Korea, not so much. But our sevicemen still had the respect and dignity for a job that they tried to accomplish....Vietnam servicemen were never treated with respect and dignity for the job that we tried to accomplish, and it has changed little in the passage of time....With respect to wars since "Vietnam" the "American Way" now shines "Brightly" again, with respect and dignity for the servicemen that have giving their all for "Freedom." For by forsaking the "Vietnam Veteren" in his time of need is "Unexcusable!" We also gave our all, and the "American Way" wasn't for us back then, and we have been "All But Forgotten!".....For to all my "Vietnam Brothers"..."WELCOME HOME!...."For We Will Never Forget!"...."We Are, And Always Will Be, True Americans in the quest for "Freedom!"....For again I say to my "Vietnam Brothers"..... "WELCOME HOME!" And to our "Fall'n Brothers," you are in our "Prayers And Are Not Forgotten!" For you have paid the "Ultimate Sacrifice" in the name of "Freedom!"