Time has passed, as time does, and the wounds from that war have slowly healed -- not completely though.
These disheartened warriors tried to distance themselves from that war, but they could not. The war drew them like a moth to a flame. So with courage and faith these grunts, flyers, radiomen, medics, docs, nurses, cap'ts, swabjocks, jarheads, doggies, chopper jocks, all kinds of rank and file, hippies, dissenters, draft dodgers, went to the people of that nation seeking to heal those wounds caused by the war.
Without the capital of the capitol, but with the clout of the Powers That Be behind the seats of government, these warriors made their dream and the nation's come true in the fall of '82. Together with courage and compromise, "THE WALL" is a reality today.
The hippies and hawks became one, the glorifiers and the demeanors are silenced by the "Blackness Of The Wall".
No Shame No Glory.
Just a celebration of heroes.
Ben Weihrich, Jr.
Proud Grad of "Saigon U"
"The man who will go where his colors go without asking, who will fight a phantom foe in the jungle and mountain range without counting, and who will suffer and die in the midst of incredible hardship without complaint, is still what he has always been, from Imperial Rome to sceptered Britain to democratic America.
He is the stuff of which legions are made. His pride is in his colors and his regiment, his training hard and thoroughly, and coldly realistic, to fit him for whatever he must face. And his obedience is to his orders. He has been called UNITED STATES MARINE." ~T.R. Ferenhoch, ['This Kind Of War']
“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale