I was in my early
teens at the time of the Vietnam War, too young to support either the
protests or the pro-war movements. What I do remember is every evening the
6:00 p.m. news reserved a segment for Vietnam War death reports. I can
remember the numbers being in the thousands and pictures that made me lose
my appetite, for me at that age it did not seem real, it seemed like a bad
movie being run over and over again.
Now being an adult
and a mother I understand the anguish of all those mothers and fathers who
watched this every night, waiting for the uniformed man to knock on their
door, or the phone call.
brought their children into the world in love, joy and faith. Faith that
they would watch them grow to adulthood and have families of their own.
Parents who had faith that their children would live their lives on American
soil to enjoy “the American dream”. Faith the government of the United
States of America would “take care of their own”. Faith they would grow old
watching their grandchildren and great-grandchildren grow strong in their
These parents had
their faith shattered by the Vietnam War, the “war of no reason”, by a
government conscience that looked the other way at the end, did not take
care of their own, and left our brothers and sisters on foreign soil.
Unknown is their
IT IS TIME WE BROUGHT OUR SONS AND
BROTHERS AND SISTERS