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Homecoming

I was coming home for my sister's wedding. It was right after the Gulf War. Back then, we had to fly in our Class A uniform. The flight attendants upgraded me to first class. That was cool, but not as cool as when I came home. You see, I had heart surgery when I was 4 years old. I always said I was going to grow up to be in the Army and was told that my heart surgery would prevent that. When I came home from my surgery, my older brother and sister painted a sheet to say, "Welcome Home, Dee Dee." When I got off of the plane in Milwaukee, my family and my best friend were all there... holding that very same sheet from 1973... saying Welcome Home with yellow ribbon balloons. I was the only military on that flight and all of the other passengers were applauding as I had a very happy, very tearful reunion with my family. I still have that sign as of this day.

Dee Majeski
Milwaukee, WI

Is There A Barber In The House?

Back in the early 50"s, my Dad reinlisted in the ARMY. He was sure he'd get to go to Korea, especially since he was an MP. However, like WWII, he remained stateside.

Inspection would be bright and early on Monday morning. He hadn't gotten a haircut over the weekend and wouldn't have time before inspection. He told my Mom to cut his hair, My Mom asked him if he was crazy or if he just wanted to get in trouble. He insisted, so my Mom, being the ever obedient wife, did as he said. Unfortunately, she had never cut hair before.It started out ok, but as she went along, it became very crooked. While trying to even it up, she nicked him with the scissors. He yelled, she jumped, her hand went one way and the scissors went the other taking a chunk out of not only his hair but scalp as well. My Mom was horrified and started to cry. He wouldn't let her stop, so between his yelling and her tears, his head was a sight to see. She tried to even it up by cutting the other side to match, nicking it as she went. Each time she got him with the scissors, he'd yell and she'd cry harder. The harder she tried the worse it got. Needless to say after several times of trying to even it up, he had a few tufts of hair left, along with some cuts and holes. She even snipped the top of his ear.

At inspection he was pulled out of line and told to remove his cover. His CO walked slowly around him, shaking his head and said "Fisher, the next time your wife cuts your hair better be AFTER you're discharged."

Darlene DeVore
Young Harris, GA

The Christmas I Remember Best

In 1977, I was stationed on the USS Hermitage, LSD 34, out of Little Creek, Va., as an Operation Specialist. Our ship had returned from a Med cruise just before Christmas. I had not seen my family for eight months and had duty on Christmas day. My two week leave started on Dec. 29th.

Christmas day was gray and cloudy. The duty crew was served turkey with all the trimmings and the spirit of the season was there, but it wasn't the same as being at home. It was the first Christmas I had ever missed. I had to smile as I thought about my family, my grandparents and uncle, all enjoying Christmas like we always had. I hit the sack early that night.

I traveled home on the 29th and arrived late in the evening. It was good to be home after being gone for so long. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was the Christmas tree. All the presents were still there. The house was still fully decorated. My family had waited for me. We celebrated the next day and had a great time. It was truly a Christmas I will never forget. God bless America.

Rick Rozzelle
Hickory, NC

USS Arizona and why I am here.

I have nobody left living to pass this story to so I need to pass it on to someone. Even a stranger that reads this will understand why I had to tell it. I was born and I am alive because of an all night poker game. Strange as that sounds this is the story behind it. My father Bill Jones was in the Navy and stationed aboard the USS Arizona. It was a typical Sat. night and like most sailors he was enjoying some down time. He was playing poker, at one of those all night games, aboard a small boat in Pearl Harbor on that fateful Sunday morning in Dec .Many a night when at a friends house or in a corner bar playing cards. I would sit and listen to his story but was too young to recall all the details. By the time I was old enough to want the details he had passed on. I regret not getting some facts down on paper. The ones that I do remember was that the Japs had their sites set on the bigger ships and only straffed the boat he was on. If he was in his bunk like many of his friends were, then I would not of been here today to tell this story.

If you have someone that has served in the military and they tell you a story then listen to them. Also take notes because someday you may want to pass it along to someone. By the way when I sit and play cards with friends I can feel my father nudging my elbow telling me when to hold em and when to fold em. Just wish I had listened to him when I had the chance. Thank you for listening, Pat Jones

Pat Jones
Tallahassee, FL

Belated Welcome Home to Vietnam Veterans

Belated Welcome Home to Vietnam Veterans

.by Kathy Hooper on Tuesday, March 29, 2011 at 7:15am.Where were the ticker tape parades when you came marching in,

There were no songs on radios about how you came home again,

There was not an internet and you barely found pay phones,

You stood in silent wonderment in the land that you called home.

There was nobody there to greet you with a flag held in their hand,

You even felt liquid mucus when spit on by other men,

Silently you wondered why you even bothered to cry,

Nobody seemed to care at the countless soldiers you watched die.

There was not a fancy greeting celebration for all the men you knew,

If soldiers shouted Johnny is marching home again,

Some ignorant person would simply reply with Johnny who,

There were no festivities or honors for all of your returning troops.

Nobody seemed to bother about the battles you had fought,

They never asked about your time away in a land time forgot,

People did not greet you with a handshake or with a hug,

Instead they only sneered at you or simply gave you a shrug.

The times they have changed and your children have grown up,

Now they greet soldiers at the gate with lots of warm love,

The lessons have been learned from your fight in foreign lands,

Stand tall soldiers make them see you really gave a damn,

You served your homeland proudly and by damn you fought in Vietnam!

K. E. Hooper

Anonymous
Hazel Green, AL

the fall of saigon

it was the last day of the fall of vietnam..i went to my bus stop to ride out to saigon airport..i was the only one one on the 50 seater bus..there was a marine captain in charge of the bus..as we drove around saigon, we stopped at various pre-arranged stops, and lots of vietamese were waiting..the marine captain, following orders, would not let them on the bus..i finally went to the captain, and told him, that these vietnamese were my family, andd to let them on..he was a captain, i had major rank..they came on the bus...next stop..same thing..captain, that is is my wife and my kids..next stop, same thing, and on and on it went..until the marine captain turned to me and said, you seem to have a large family sir..to which i said, i have been here for 8 years..there were no more questions..they all came to the states..i did the right thing...and am proud of it..

mike marriott
lusby, MD

My Marine Grandson Bobby, Lost But Not Forgotten.

Bobby, Lost But Not Forgotten.

In February of 2006, my grandson, Lance Corporal Robert L. Moscillo deployed to Iraq for is first and only deployment. His mother, Donna, brother, David and I were there to see him off. I told Bobby not to be brave, just do what he had to do. Bobby replied as he stood straight up and said, "Grammy, I'd be proud to die for my God and my country." Shivers went up my spine when he said that. I told him how proud I was of him. And he told me, "We're going over there so they won't be coming over here." Bobby was a very dedicated and proud Marine. He was killed by an IED on May 1st, 2006. It will be 5 years this May and it stills feels like it was yesterday. His death impacted our whole family. Some came back to the Lord; and yes, some were angry with God at first. It did bring our family closer and we all still miss him so very much. We look at old pictures of him at family gatherings and when our family now gets together he is missed so very much. We all feel the void. And yet, we are proud of him. Two of his brothers joined the Marines, and a cousin also joined the Marines, because of him. Two are still in the Marines now; one in Afghanistan and one still in training in Virginia. I am one very proud Grandmother; proud of my Marine grandsons. Semper Fi.

Doris Dawson-Smith
Oceanside, CA

My gentle, wonderful, special husband

I met my wonderful husband after I graduated from college in Minnesota & moved to Texas & accepted my first teaching job. He was a squadron commander at a flight training school. To make a long story very short, he met my family in Minnesota & they fell in love with each other & we were married in Texas where he was a trainer in jet flying school. He took a "Boot Strap" program to get his college degree & shortly after that was assigned to the Vietnam conflict. He settled me in TX & ultimately was shot down over Laos, flying an A1E. I still miss him!!

Anonymous
Old Saybrook, CT

Home coming

When my dad came home from the war, he was spit on. It devastated him because he was so proud of fighting for our freedom and supporting our Country.

When my husband came home from VietNam...well you all know how that one went.

When my 'nephew' was home, he was at a mall and was horribly mistreated by young people who had/have no respect for our Servicemen/women.

I was in but never went oversea's and was told my service didn't count, I didn't do anything. I was in tele-communications; pretty impt piece of the equation. We were all honored and saluted at a ceremony sponsored by our community casino/Native Americans and other people and awarded medals by our State.. For many of us, it brought allot of healing.

We still love our Country and all of our service men and women. Thank you all.

Anonymous
Lincoln City, OR

My son

My son is proudly serving this wonderful country as a U.S Marine; he is my only child. He knew he wanted to be a Marine even as a young child; I kept thinking he would change his mind as he grew older; but one day he came home with the Recruiting Officer; he was only 17 so he knew he would need my signature. My hand was shaking as I signed those papers, but my heart was proud; proud that my son knew what he wanted to do even at age 17, knew that in this time of War where he would be going and going proudly. When your children are serving in the Military; the entire family serves with them. He made it safely through his first deployment and will soon be leaving for his second time over in Afghanistan. I will proudly hang my Blue Star Flag for my son once again and say my prayers every night for him and all our Military. He wouldn't want me to use his name as doesn't think of himself as a hero; he says he is just doing his job, but he is my hero and I am his proud mom.

Anonymous
San Antonio, TX
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