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No disrespect meant here. . .just 1 grunt′s view of his service. . .

Posted By: MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo
Date: Monday - April 16,2018 08:45


The way I see my seventeen months in Vietnam.

"EYES aim rifles,
Fingers squeeze triggers,
But fate decides,
Who's in the wrong place,
At the wrong time,
Who's on the receiving end
Of bullets,
Being on the good side,
Had no bearing,
On the situation."
∼ Ron Flesch

"In doing what we ought,
We deserve no praise,
Because it is our duty."
St. Augustine
A.D 354 - 430

"THE superior man,
Is firm,
In the right way,
And not merely firm."
- Confusius
551 - 478 B.C

"IT was.
Standard Operating Procedure
(SOP),
In Vietnam,
You came,
You went,
You suffered."

"THE knowledge that men,
Could absolutely,
Count on each other.
Was
One of the few things,
That enable other men.
To walk out the perimeter,
And into hazards of the bush.
No man relished the thought,
Of going to the field.
If he could not reasonably,
Entrust his life,
To his comrades.
There nothing to compare,
Another Marine relying on you."

"A man

Did not go into combat.
In Vietnam,
He gingerly stumbled,
Around battling,
The climate,
And the jungle.
While waiting,
For combat,
To find him.
The initiative,
Was often
With,
The,
ENEMY."

"SOME,
Men served,
Their entire tours,
In the bush.
And never,
Saw the enemy.
Some,
Only saw,
A corpse.
But the proof,
Of
His
Living presence,
Was costly."

"ABOUT BOOBY-TRAPS
WE did not realize.
What a degree,
Luck played.
And
We were playing,
The game.
Day-in and day-out.
It was just luck."

"BATTLE
Reduces war.
To
Its horrorifying refuse.
Of broken equipment,
And broken men."

"CERTAINLY the dead.
Were testimony to the fact,
That one man's life,
Wasn't more valuable,
Than that of another."

"DEATH
Seems to rob,
A human being,
Of some,
Inexplicable quality.
It makes the dead-
STRANGERS."

"THE grunts
Hardly noticed,
The changes,
In themselves.
But
Every now and then,
They were made aware.
That they were different.
From what they had been.
What had once,
Been incomprehenisible.
Was now common-place.
It was a process-
They had programmed,
Themselves.
While,
Trying,
To keep,
Their SANITY."

"BEING a grunt,
In Vietnam,
Meant living in filth.
Eating tasteless food.
Enduring leeches.
And mosquitoes.
Getting little sleep.
Feeling,
Little accomplishment.
Despite the exertion.
That drew the last reserves.
Of
Physical
And
Emotional strenght.
From each man.
Besides
The unbearable heat.
And the vemnous snakes.
Yesterday is tomorrow.
It was not glamorous,
Nor an adventure.
Certainly not romantic.
Combat,
Might,
Be
Minutes-
Or
Hours long.
The average time,
of sleep.
Four hours,
In Vietnam.
about equaled.
The average time,
of sleep.
That soldiers and Marines.
Who saw action,
In World War II.
Experienced."

"WHEN new equipment.
Was issued.
It seemed that those,
Who got it first.
Were the ones.
That needed,
It the least."

"THE grunts
Would sleep.
For two to four hours.
But
Their defense mechanisms.
Their instincts.
Never slept."

"THE grunts
Would spent,
A varied number
Of days,
In the bush.
They would never,
Forget those days.
Of tragic consequence.
Would be forever,
Etched in their minds.
Memories to live,
FOREVER."

OVER
The course
Of the grunts tours,
They became hardened,
In direct proportion,
To the amount,
Of combat,
And carnage,
To which,
They were exposed.

"THE grunts,
During battle,
Were very angry,
And emotions,
Unleashed,
By aggression,
And the instinct,
For survival,
Are a powerful force.
That often,
Can't be restrained,
Yet they are expected.
To act with restrain,
And CIVILITY.

They were tired
In body,
And mind.
In concert,
With poor diet,
Sleep deprivation,
And nervousness,
Had taken,
A terrible,
Toll.
The sense,
Of vulnerability,
Awaken,
A paranoia,
That they,
Might not,
Make it.
Thoughts,
Of survivor guilt,
Were neutralized,
By,
The survivor's,
Instinct.
They had,
To be,
Part animal.
And
They would,
Pray
They
Would
Never
Experience
It
Again.
They
Would
Ask,
Was,
That,
Really,
ME?

"AS the grunts,
Became intimately,
With their own mortality.
They acquired,
A determination,
To survive-
To outlast,
Those rice-powered,
Bastards.
And took,
Whatever steps,
That were available,
Or appropiate in order,
To cope with the reality,
Of their daily existence.
They became cynical, hard,
And distant,
Because such qualities,
Would help them,
To SURVIVE.
They would change,
In other ways as well,
Depending,
On what they experienced.
During their personal,
War in Vietnam."

"THE mountains,
And jungles,
Offered the enemy,
Excellent concealment.
The foliage was so thick,
That it wasn't uncommon,
For the enemy
To spring an ambush,
When an American unit,
Was only five to fifteen,
Meters away."

"On 18th October 1967,
With my platoon,
Of Golf Company
2nd Battalion 1st Marines.
At the head,
Of
A two-company,
Column.
The 3rd Platoon,
Of Hotel Company
2nd Battalion 1st Marines.
Fell victim to an ambush,
Dug in on the side of a trail.
The enemy left,
Heavy vegatation in place,
But cleared a narrow field of fire.
Their opening burst,
Hit the point man in the legs,
As men rushed to his assistance,
They were felled in succession,
With shot to the head or other parts of the body.
Within a few minutes,
The NVA killed ninteen Marines
And wounded fouteen more.

"LATER
The grunts,
Would shut down,
Their emotions.
Anger
Was the only thing.
Left to them.

That was the reason,
For the change,
That they went through.
The cause in Vietnam,
That had seemed,
So necessary,
In 1965,
Was remarkably devoid,
Of genuine meaning.

Enemy contacts,
And rotations.
Commitment,
To the war,
And its ideals,
Was replaced,
By
Practical considerations.
That were by necessity,
Self-centered.
Thier sole aim,
Was to survive.

To make it.
Home!
As soon,
As the shooting,
Started,
They set aside,
Any thought,
About philosophy,
And politics.
It came down,
To kill,
Or be killed.

To stay alive.
Throughout
The war,
Success,
Was measured,
By the effort,
Rather than,
The achievement.

As the grunts,
Kept returning,
To fight,
For,
The same terrain.
As casualties,
Mounted,
During operations.
That mirrored,
Previous ones.

The disparity,
Between effort.
And result weaken,
Their resolve.
They just fought,
For survival.

In coping,
With fear,
And hardships,
Their anger,
And frustions,
Develop,
Into hatred.
For those,
They saw,
As their leaders.

Hatred came,
To them,
Simply,
Because,
They,
Were scared.

Many came,
To equate,
The enemy,
Any obstacle,
To their survival,
As merely that-
An OBSTACLE.

It came down.
Not who's right,
But who's left.

They realized,
What
They had became,
Was due,
To what they seen,

And
They were,
Given the means,
To act violently.
They could no longer,
Hang,
Unto
Humanistic sentiments,
If
It meant surviving.

It all seemed,
Like a waste,
Of time.
They came,
To think,
Did it,
Mean anything?

Personal survival,
Was the sole reason.
The grunts,
Fought,
In Vietnam.

That they saw,
A mythical Vietnam.
Which in fact,
Did not exist.
They
Had given,
Something,
They would,
Never
Be
The
SAME.

To fight,
To survive,
Was
One problem.
The fight,
To remain,
Human
Was quite,
ANOTHER."

"THE grunts
In the Army,
Had a DEROS, of 12 months
(Date Estimated Return Overseas)
The grunts
In the Marine Corps,
Had a RTD, of 13 months
(Rotation Date).

IT
Might,
Require,
A life-time,
To
Adjust.
They
Had
Nothing
To
FEAR.

We flew out of Danang,
On a Continental Airline aircraft.
It was very quite,
When we got abroad,
It took a while,
Getting to seeing,
American women.
After only seeing,
Oriental women,
With their small bodies,
And very small breasts.
Here,
Were,
Some beauties,
With "BREASTS"
And big hips,
And round eyes.
After,
We were in the sky,
And out of range,
Of any weapons,
of the VC or the NVA.
All hell broke loose,
Because we knew,
We were never,
Going to come back,
To that hell hole!
The Vietnamese,
Knew,
That our bodies,
Were leaving,
But our minds,
Would,
Always,
Be,
THERE.

WAR
Was not,
What
The grunts,
Had
Envisioned,
It to be,
But than,
War,
Probably,
Never,
Is.

The truth
Is that,
'They'
Had never,
Quite,
Had,
the imagination.
To,
See,
themselves,
DEAD.

A,
Deficit,
Of imagery,
That,
Was,
Partially,
REDRESSED.

And there it is...

And as Holly said the bitter and agonizing memories of October 18, 1967 AD would soon be seared into the very depths of the Marines immortal souls. It was the day that Hotel Company 2/1 experienced "Hell" on earth. Yet, to the people back in the "World," it didnít mean a thing, not a God damn thing, brothers!
But in reality, it made us what were are today...etc

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Diabetes II or Diabetes 2
Affect a few.
What's a body to do?
Walk a few.
Blocks or in a local mall.


Looking more like the puppet Walter!


Ricardo in virtual reality.
Virtual reality.
Is the term used to describe a three-dimensional.
Computer generated environment.

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