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Returning from The Nam

It was Different then when I came home from the Nam . People were RUDE Spit at Us Cursed Us Hollared at Us and threw Eggs and Tomatoes at us for being baby and women Killers I'll never forget that till the day I die.Today I'm 75 .Now these same people ??? Shake my hand when I wear my Head gear ( hats) or T-Shirts and say Thank You for my Service and I get choked up every time. What a Difference it is now from when i came home from the NAM. Thank You to all who say Thank You for Your Service .I'm Proud to have Served My Country Ret. Major Richard Crayne 101st Airborne Rangers " HOORAH "

Richard Crayne
Detroit, MI

What made war worth fighting for

While serving in the United States Army E5 promotable 3 ID Aviation Brigade, Hunter Army field in Savannah, Ga. I went to war in Iraq stationed in Baghdad. Well, one day while patrolling the streets on foot. I was suddenly stopped by a mother with her young child. The mother had asked me if I would mind taking a picture with her daughter. Of course I said yes. After the picture was taken the mother said to her daughter "one day you can be anything you want just like this female soldier." That made me feel proud! I felt as though I had a purpose. Unlike in the beginning of war. I will never forgot the smiles on their faces and the hope in their eyes.

Shauna LaPan
Fort Walton Beach, FL

My son, my hero. The story of Wayne C. Moore.

Wayne was severely injured in OIF by an IED In 2004. He was the gunner. He was on a mission with the Marine Corps. Wayne had emergency surgery in the field and then was flown to Germany for further treatment. His half-brother lived there and the Marine Corps solider went to get his brother in honor of Wayne's request. We were blessed.

Wayne was transferred to Walter Reed, but we knew he was going to a different hospital. We were notified that he would be transferred to BAMC in San Antonio. His father and I flew from Portland Oregon to San Antonio (we missed our connecting. flight and slept on the floor). We met Wayne when he arrived. His hands were like paper, burned so badly. He had shrapnel everywhere and burned like a sunburn over his entire face and neck. He lost the use of his left arm. He had artery, nerve and muscle surgeries. He had physical therapy for a long time.

After assuring him that I was there I asked for a chaplain to talk to. Afterward, I went to my son's side to hear what the doctor's had to say.

My prayer was that he come home alive. God answered my prayer.

Today, Wayne is 100% medically disabled but ambulatory. He plays a mean game of pool! He was recognized by the Portland Police Dept. for helping an officer take someone into custody.

Amy E. R. Mabry
Hartselle, AL

Ethel Guffey Simpson

My grandmother, my hero, Ethel Guffey Simpson passed away on March 12th. She was 99 years young. She made her final flight home from San Antonio, TX to Charlotte, NC to be laid to rest. My cousin was able to escort her home and kept us up to date during her journey. The connecting flight from Atlanta was what really turned out to be special.

An account of my Grandmother's angel flight home: Before the pilot moved an inch in Atlanta he said, "Folks today you're going to get a history lesson. 70 years ago in June US armed forces invaded Normandy." He went on giving specific dates, numbers and names. And then, "Army flight nurses were right in the midst of the battle and the 806th landed on Normandy 3 days after D Day. We are honored to have one of those nurses with us today. Ethel Guffey Simpson is flying home to Charlotte to be laid to rest with her husband, Col. Richard Wright Simpson, also a WWII veteran. Her family traveling with her asked we say God bless our armed forces and God bless the United States of America." He was choking up the whole time, and when he finished, the plane erupted in applause. I went to thank him after the flight and he handed me my note with his card. And then it made sense. He is Brig. Gen. David McMinn, chief of staff of Texas Air National Guard. No other would have been more fitting to fly a fellow soldier home.

The funeral will be a graveside service with full military honors to be held at 11:00AM on Saturday, March 21, 2015 at Sharon Memorial Park, 5400 Monroe Road, Charlotte, NC 28212. Because of my grandmother’s age, she has outlived most of her friends. I am asking a favor for any veterans, active duty military, or proud Americans in the area. If you have time, please come out and join us to celebrate Captain Ethel Guffey Simpson’s life and help us send her off in a manner that she truly deserves.

Lindsey Wolansky
Oak Ridge, NC

Get r done

24 yrs total. 9yrs Navy, 8yrs Air National Guard, rest of the time Army Reserves. Seen the world and enjoyed it all. Stopped serving at 18yrs and my wife kicked my butt to get the rest done. Did my time with the army guard for points only and got retired in 2009 with all the benifits. Thank you to my wife.

Joseph Anders
Lakeland, FL

My military story

I joined the Air Force in 1968, was sent to Saigon, Vietnam Sept 1969 till Sept 1970, retired from the Air Force in 1988. I have been found 100% disabled with "Agent Orange", I have heart problems, the back side is blocked up and dead. I will be 67 next month. Thankful I am still alive with my health problems.

Tony Alexander
Summerville, SC

A Hero Comes Home (dedicated to our brave Veterans)

A hero is not made, he's born.

His destiny awaits,

'Till fulfillment comes, this hero yearns,

To seek, to serve, to save.

With the courage of a lion,

He defends the cause at hand,

He will take his last breath trying

He may fall, yet he'll still stand.

A valiant soldier completes his task,

Though his tour has been cut short;

A much greater life awaits this man,

As he's greeted by our Lord.

This hero paid the greatest price,

He gave his all for his home land,

As we breathe the breath of freedom,

Let's thank God for this great man.

We will not take him for granted

By forgetting what's been done;

We will wave our flag in honor

For the victory He's won.

For service to his country,

The tenacity he's shown,

God's arms are open, welcoming,

A hero has come home.

Nina Toth
Trafford, PA

Love At First Sight

I was 17 when we met.He had been to Viet Nam..He was home on leave from a tour in Korea..heading to his next base at Ft. Carson Colorado.I guess i would have to say it was love at first sight. We were married 2 weeks after we first met. Nov 2nd. 1970. That was 45 years ago. He " left " me 10 days after we were married to go to base and take care of paperwork and find us a place to live.

He flew home about a week before Christmas and we spent the holidays there and then the 2 of us flew out together to Colorado.Colorado was absolutely beautiful. We settled in to Army life pretty good. Our son was born there at the army hospital. He had to leave to go to NCO academy at Ft. Belvoir Virginia the day we brought our son home from the hospital.When our son was 8 days old i flew with him back home to Ohio to spend the next 6 months with my family while my husband attended the NCO academy. When our baby was 6 months old we returned to Colorado . We remained there for another 6 months till we got "orders ' for Germany' At this time i knew i was pregnant with our 2nd. child and due to complications i had with my 1st pregnancy we opted for me to go back to Ohio and stay with my family till the baby was born.

When our daughter was 6 weeks old we joined him in Germany. We would go on to be stationed at Ft, Hood Texas and then another tour to Germany.. Thru the years of our Army life we made many wonderful friends..some who we still keep in contact with to this day. The Army life was a good life for us. We speak often of all the good times we had..awesome things and places we saw and the wonderful people we met along the way. The Army was our family for many years. My husband is a proud Veteran to this day.

Newark, OH

"Common Sense"......

~ ~ ~ Another thing being deprived from America's Veterans, (poliDICKly speaking = " 'cause they won't know, they're Idiots"!!), ..... IE: "Killed In Action" (KIA) DELETED from our "POW/KIA/MIA" flags & representations so THEY Can sell MORE Import Shit here in DUMBmerica!!!! COMPLETE DISRESPECT 4 those fallen warriors & their families, Duh!!!!......."but no, let's show our "support", give us MORE $$$$$" ~ ~ ~ just like ALL PoliDICKs commanded: the "Brainwashing of DUMBmerica's Sheeple Society" AT THEIR EXPENSES!!!!!

~ ~ ~ POW/KIA/MIA !!!! You are NEVER FORGOTTEN for giving YOUR TOMORROWS for "some peoples" today's ~ ~ ~ all gave some & some gave ALL ~ ~ ~ the 'protected' will NEVER KNOW Life's, or Freedoms taste, 'till they've almost, OR DID, DIE for it!!!!!

~ ~ ~ 2 HELL w/ALL kia owners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ ~ ~ IE: "Common Sense"...........ALSO PoliDICKly DELETED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheffield Lake, OH

My Papa My Hero

I was born an Army brat. My father had served in WWII and Korea before I was born. I was twelve years old when he left our family in Odenton, MD to serve with the 11th Armored Cavalry in Vietnam. I remember vividly watching his plane taxi away from the terminal in Baltimore and thinking I might not ever see him again. I remember many times over the next eleven months the fear that would grip our family as news of a soldier losing his life in combat was announced. In 1966-67, the immediate access to news that we have today was non-existent. When we would hear the location of the battle, we would compare it to his last known location and then wait.

As regimental sergeant major, Dad flew many hours in a helicopter with the regimental commander. He took thousands of photos that would be developed as slides. He would send the film back to Momma to have it developed. By God’s grace, he returned. He bought a projector and screen. We would spend hour after hour viewing those slides. There were photos of mud streets in camp, lots of soldiers, beautiful Vietnamese countryside, HUGE centipedes and one photo of a seat in a helicopter with a hole in it. He had been sitting in that seat, had gotten up to take some pictures out of the other side of the helicopter and a round from the Viet Cong had ripped through the helicopter seat. The first time I heard this story, I thanked God for bringing my Dad home to me. Every time I think of it I get chills.

He was a humble man. When we asked what his medals were for his response would be “well this one was for guarding the perimeter and this one was for shining my brass and this one was for brushing my teeth”. He served thirty plus years in service to his country.

Jane Hawthorne McBride
Longview, TX
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