|Comancheros of 'A' Co, 101st AHB, 101st ABN, Sept 1970|
by Byron Edgington
Recently, I had the privilege of addressing a local High School World History class about the war in South Asia.
I was a helicopter pilot in Vietnam. I flew for a year with the 101st Airborne Division based at Camp Eagle in Northern I Corps. In my one-year tour, I logged 1,200 hours in the cockpit.
I believe my experience matched that of many, if not most, of my colleagues, troops who filtered back into the world alone, unheralded, with little fanfare or opportunity to tell what happened to us, let alone uncover its meaning in our lives.
Here’s what I believe. This may be a minority view, but, as I said, my opinion about Vietnam has altered and changed many times over the years.
The military we faced in Vietnam was little more than a rag-tag collection of insurrectionists and rebels, a nationalistic band of determined little men, who fought valiantly to unite their small country. The North Vietnamese military and the Viet Cong posed no threat to America.
In other words, those of us who went to Vietnam did not go to protect the borders of this nation, or our culture and way of life. We went simply because we were told to go, and we did.
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