The other MRMacrum (Lost in the Bozone) posted a clip of The Mamas and the Papas on his blog and it made me think nostalgically about radio days.
For some reason it also made me think of the Vietnam War, because radio was the major entertainment and release for the troops – a touch of home.
Veterans Day just past and I didn't celebrate it. I spent 22 years in the military and I now have bad feelings about it. Coming back from
I was confused about the
war. I had been hyped by the military with
the ‘kill them all and let God sort it out’ mentality; but actually being in
country conflicted my view. Vietnam
Armed forces radio was the program we all listened to – there may have been TV’s on some sites, but I never saw them. Good morning
was a wake
up call I often woke to. Vietnam
And “ Chickenman; He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere” is a battle cry everyone was familiar with – and my favorite.
My main emotion on returning home was elation. I had that cheated death feeling that that military personnel experience: that everything I was seeing and able to do was wonderful and should be appreciated and lived to the fullest. But there was also a down side: it is almost a cliché that is now bantered around by vets, and perhaps it was not an uncommon experience; but, my return flight to the states was on Quantas Airline out of Saigon that landed in me in San Francisco – I was in fatigues and as I went through the terminal a young girl ask me how many babies I had killed. For weeks after my return you would have to wake me up from sleep by shaking my foot, because I might come up swinging.
My only good memory of Vietnam is Armed Forces Vietnam Radio Network - and I had almost forgotten about it.
There were 58,000 men military men killed in
and hundreds of thousands wounded – and no one can tell me what was
I feel the same way about current wars: the politicians that declare them do not fight in them, so the justification only has to be vague. The men that fight and suffer, often coming back to broken homes and relationships, want to believe their service was valuable; but don't ask them what was accomplished - they probably can't tell you. And no one here at home really cares.