Of all the images from D-Day 2024,
the old soldiers emerging from a Delta Air Lines flight to France
yesterday onto the hardstand, where a couple dozen wheel chairs whisked
them to the battlefields that once upon a time they had fought their
way onto, was quite moving. As
these men fade away, it reminded me of when the last WWI soldiers
passed by in wheel chairs down Fifth Ave thirty years ago or when
we saw the last Civil War Vets on flinty black and white newsreels
from the 1920s. God bless them all,
as we send out our heart to all that served from every country and
pray this never happens again. Looking
at these Vets, I am aware that still today we say little about our
experience as Vets coming back from a forced two-year enlistment in
the U.S. Army serving 13 months of that time as a guest of Uncle Sam
in a strange land—Vietnam. Right
away it was clear even sixty years ago that the locals in Vietnam
were a wonderful, industrious lot, who most certainly had more in
common with people from the North who looked familiar, spoke the same
language, ate the same food and for the most part shared the same
religion. Can
only still wonder of the sensibilities of our Government to put us
into that jackpot of a place, which had been ruled by the French for
100 years adding nothing to Vietnam except a one-way export profit
market for themselves; and The Continental Hotel as venue for a Graham
Greene novel titled “The Quiet American”.
Actually, The Continental with its wrap
around Sidewalk Cafe (that I think is still there) sat on the corner
of Rue Tu Do and was antebellum design elegance. But
enough of that stuff with one more thought for the military Generals
out there. If you must go to war,
any war, try and win it, otherwise you too can be dismissed as we
Vietnam Veterans were “as participants in loss”.
Some of that has changed but the rejection
for decades after the Vietnam War was palpable. I
recall flying to Saigon from Oakland aboard a World Airways Constellation
the most beautiful airplane that has ever been built, period. We stopped
at HON and also at Wake Island and seventy years later I still dream
of those few hours on Wake sitting in what was left of the old Pan
Am China Clipper Hotel there. The color of the South Pacific Ocean
was deep blue cerulean, a color never seen before or since. The
menu on the airplane was two 12 inch sausages and pancakes. We ate
that meal over and over at least four times on our trip. Others must
have too, because I saw a picture of the meal on the web a couple
years ago. Later I did an interview
for our publication during the late 1970s with World Airways Founder
and CEO Ed Daley in his office at Oakland and told him that story,
and he laughed. Good thing, because during those days it is said that
Ed kept a loaded pistol in his desk. But
the view of that beautiful Delta Air Lines Airbus in France this week
and dozens of wheelchairs literally surrounding it, whilst stewards
gently carried some of the vets down the staircase really brought
service to our country to mind. Bless
'em all. Geoffrey |
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