Honoring The Wall: by Michael Lansford

I have never been to the real Wall and in reality, I probably never will. But looking at The Wall in pictures, I see many things, and I feel many emotions, both good and bad.

For some of us, we can see through The Wall and we understand who is on the other side looking back. These are friends, comrades, brothers, husbands, sons, and daughters, and I feel they are watching us, too. 

I wonder what they are saying about us, as they stand together over there.  Could be that each of our names is etched in the granite on their side of The Wall, because we fought beside them in Vietnam. 

Then, as each of us leaves this world and passes through to their side, our name will disappear from the granite, one by one, to the very last name, until finally their side of The Wall is blank again, just as it was when The Wall was started back in '82.  It's just something I ponder.

For us, on this side, there is so much pain, anguish, hurt, and feelings of such great loss for reasons we are unable to comprehend. What a price to pay for our freedom. Why does freedom have to cost so much? You would think by looking at all the grave sites in Arlington, that people, [the government in particular], would find a better way to live.

I reflect on what might have been for those we lost, those we will lose, and for those of us that must carry on, knowing how our lives will be forever changed. You just don't turn off what we endured in Vietnam, or in any war, for that matter. In war, NO ONE wins, ever.

I look at all the names and I can’t help but wonder, “What if my name were up there. How would I be remembered? What would be said of me, my family, everything?  My Legacy?  Would anyone even care?”

The Wall is many things to each who sees her, touches her, and knows her. They say if you touch The Wall, it touches your heart. Those are profound words.

For many of us, the war never ended. We just rotated to a new LZ.  Battles still rage with no winners again. Who would have thought that a black piece of granite in the ground would have such an impact on this great nation? It’s very humbling, to say the least. If it doesn't get your attention, then you are in the wrong world.

At The Wall, you come to grips with the reality of Life and Death standing side by side, yet they have always been close to all of us. At times, they have even been close enough you could feel their breath on your back.

When we walk away from The Wall, we each take a piece of 58,272 hearts with us, just as we leave pieces of ours behind, and we wonder, “Is it enough? Did I say and do the right things?  How do I repay the debt given for my life?” It is impossible.

We all must strive to live up to their standards -- they are ALL watching us, too. Pay attention, AMERICA. The Wall is speaking to us and it simply asks a simple question, “Do we need any more Walls?” It’s our choice and, like over there in country, there are only two choices: Life or Death. 

If not for The Wall, our country may have never truly known the real battles we fought for each other -- and are still fighting. Our Nation is now finally getting it and standing up for our troops everywhere and realizing the true meaning of freedom.

ALL the leaders of our country should just forget the ceremonial wreath laying for publicity.  They need to take a walk along The Wall and a real hard look at the names.  It's the only way they can truly understand what price has been paid and is still being paid for our nation. Maybe then they will grasp the true meaning of "We The People" and what those words really stand for.

It's not about political gain -- it's about life and how very precious it is. "We The People" is everyday America, and what we will always do to defend our freedom.  Our leaders should put aside their business and walk among true greatness, be humbled, reflect on what has been taken away from "We The People". Our leaders need to find a way to save life, not end it.

Always remember The Wall and what she stands for, as well as all other memorials. Debts Paid in Full.

When we all took the Oath to defend her, we did it, and we still do today. It’s something that can never be taken away, ever.

When you see a Veteran from any war, say, “Thank You.” It speaks volumes to us.

My final thoughts for The Wall is this: simply stand in front of her and in a loud and clear voice say, "THANK YOU".

Paid in Full.

[Michael Lansford is a frequent contributor to Memoirs From Nam.  Thank you, Michael, and Welcome Home. ~ CJ] 

“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

Memorial Day: The Changes Through Life

Arlington

by Lawrence Blouir/WarHippy

I was in PTSD therapy for eleven years. The group met once a week at the Vet Center, under the care of a leading psychiatrist at the VA Hospital, Dr. Jose Amato.

Dr. Amato was chief of that department. I became his test subject for new antidepressants because none of them had much effect on me. I test drove every new drug that became available, as I went through the 90-day inpatient PTSD program. At the end, he asked my advice on how to improve it, and actually implemented my advice in the program.

On the tenth anniversary of The Wall in 1992, I visited the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC, through the Vet Center as a part of Operation Freedom Bird.

A brief history of Operation Freedom Bird: In 1988, Pat Lynch, a young America West Airlines pilot, who also flew choppers in the 101st Airborne in Vietnam, put a suggestion in a suggestion box. He felt that someone should sponsor a yearly trip for Vietnam Vets to Washington DC to The Wall. Pat felt it would help their healing process in dealing with PTSD issues that had plagued them since their return from the War.

The men chosen each year would be members of the Vet Center's Combat PTSD weekly groups, and chosen by facilitators from several different Vet Centers, including Phoenix, AZ, Albuquerque, NM, and Columbus, OH, to name just a few.

The funding, at the time I went, came from America West Airlines for the plane ride, and The Hilton for the lodging. I don’t remember who paid for our meals and setup the luncheons and other activities. We basically just showed up, and didn't worry about anything else except dealing with our issues for three days.

While we were there, a friend and I were the focus of a local news team that was following our trip. For three days, we enjoyed a kind of celebrity status, including being guests at a luncheon with General Hal Moore and Joe Galloway who were there to publicize their new book, "We were Soldiers Once and Young". During the narration, the entire audience was brought to tears.

Watch the Video Aired About My Trip

As part of the anniversary, there was a roll call of every name on The Wall, nonstop, 24 hours a day, until it was finished. It was a haunting reminder of the loss this country suffered.

Each part of the poem below was a step in my partial recovery from the worst part of my PTSD. I chose to tie it in with Memorial Day, because that is one day that changed dramatically throughout my life, a direct result of Vietnam and my recovery from it.

When I was a kid, school ended right before Memorial Day and started again right after Labor Day. I wrote the poem on Memorial Day, after finding the website of one of the units I was assigned to in country.

While I was on their home page, I thought, how innocent that day used to be, before I went to Nam. Then the meaning changed, because of the war and the therapy I went through.

The poem took a half hour to write and tears streamed down my face as I wrote it. I don't really know whether it would be considered a poem, but there is some kind of structure to it. Anyway, I was never very good in English class, so I call it a poem.


Memorial Day: The Changes Thru Life
by Lawrence Blouir, "WarHippy"

I Remember when Memorial Day marked 

the start of the summer adventure.

Then I went to Vietnam.

I Remember when Memorial Day meant 

you put down your c-rations for a moment’s silence 

for the guys who wouldn’t be going home with us.

And then I came Home.

I remember when Memorial Day was 

a time to be so busy planning cookouts 

and road trips and staying drunk, 

to block my memories 

of what this day really meant.

Then I lived life as a NamVet.

I Remember when Memorial Day was 

a time to be envious of our brothers
who died, because they never had to endure 

the nightmares and cold sweats that became 

a normal part of living for us.

Finally, I found Therapy.

I Remember when Memorial Day was 

a time our tears started washing out the
bitterness we carried for so many years.

I visited the National Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C.

I Remember when Memorial Day was 

a time to honor our fallen brothers and pray

that someday we’d be ok again, too.

Something melted within me, my heart maybe.

I Remember when Memorial Day changed! 

And we no longer pitied ourselves. 

And we were finally, truly able 

to honor our deceased comrades,
and feel sorrow for their families, 

who never got a chance to see them make
the journey back to peace at heart.

Today, I’m happy to be alive, and I wouldn’t change any of this for anything,
Because it has molded me into someone my Mother would have been proud of.

"WarHippy"

Lawrence Blouir (WarHippy)

8th Engineer Battalion
1st Air Cavalry Division
24th Duster Battalion
24th Corp Artillery
23rd MP Co.
23rd Infantry Division
Years in country: '69-'70-'71

MOS 63B20 Wheeled Vehicle Mechanic

I spent about two months doing that, then they assigned me wherever they needed me. I worked as a combat engineer, dump truck driver, a company sniper for a few months, permanent bunker guard, and I was assigned to an Aussie unit for a while. I wound up as an MP on the main gate at Chu Lai, and was one of the last five Americans to leave, after turning it over to the ARVN.

I was among the first Americans to cross the border at the start of the Cambodian Invasion, rappelling out of a chopper with an M-16 over one shoulder and a chainsaw over the other, to chop down enough jungle to land a bulldozer to clear an LZ.

I was awarded a Bronze Star Medal, an Air Medal, and an Army Commendation Medal.

Other Articles by Lawrence “WarHippy” Blouir:

Vietnam Veteran Speaks Out

The Ultimate Cost of "Freedom"

A Worthy Rebuttal on REMFs

“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