~Contributor, Tom Baack,who had been in charge of the Avenue of Flags program for the last 18 years. Tom managed the names, the flags, and the program.
Text Read by Plymouth County Vietnam Era Veterans


What I'll Be Doing for Memorial Day

by Vietnam Veteran, James E. Leiker
Memorial Day is a rough day for me.  It's a day of remembering. Remembering can be a curse when you've spent years trying to forget.  It's even worse when you get mad at yourself for not being able to remember.  It's strange that you forget so many things you want to remember and remember so much that you really want to forget.
Tom Baack  US Army 1971-1996
I spent 11 months, 28 days in sunny Southeast Asia.  I came back physically whole.  "No members missing" tag on this Marine.  By the Grace of God, good training, and just plain pure dumb luck, I suffered no more than a slight hearing loss, a concussion or two, and 25 years of mixed-blessing memories.
Wayne Thieman  US Marine Corps  1962-1972
I've been a good husband to my wife, a lousy father to my two daughters, a mediocre son to my mother and a reasonably successful employee to five employers over the years.  With these results, I consider myself as doing better than the average bear when compared to many of my fellow veterans.  The Grace of God and luck still abound.
Larry Baer  US Navy  1960-1968
Memorial Day is not a day for self-evaluation or selfish thoughts. So I turn my remembrances to other people, places, and things.  I remember heat.  Heat that kept you from getting a full breath for weeks. Heat that sapped your strength so that you were beyond exhaustion after a minor exertion. Heat that made you tired and kept you from sleeping.  Heat that made you sweat buckets. Heat that made you freezing cold at 70 degrees.
Wayne Schipper  US Navy  1966-1995
I remember lush green mountains that always seemed to go up not down.  I remember red earth that was sticky enough to glue a deuce and a half in place, slippery enough to make it impossible to stand on, and dusty enough to choke you into a coughing fit like a bad cigar.
George Engebretson  US Army  1968-1969
I remember rice paddies.  They could get you killed or save your life.  Dikes stop bullets but can leave you exposed if you're dumb enough to walk on them.  The water smelled of feces but was better than not drinking at all.  I remember rain. Rain that broke the intolerable heat then never stopped.  Rain that was as gentle as silk or as stinging as a nest of bees.  Rain that let you get a good clean shower and rotted your feet 'til they bled.
Larry Ruchti  US Army  1968-1997
I remember the sun.  The sun that created the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets I've ever seen in my life.  The sun that you couldn't look at...if you ever wanted to see again.  The sun that you could feel without touching it.  I remember a moon that shone so bright you could read a map by it.  I remember moonlight dancing on foliage that made you see nothing one minute and imagine a host of slinking VC the next.
Bob Gengler  US Navy  1965-1969
I'll never forget the colors of an explosion close at hand.  The white center bleeding out to a yellow ring surrounded by black rolling smoke was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.  I remember the orange and green tracers dancing lazily through the night, while I prayed that none came to roost on me.
Earl Draayer  US Navy WestPac  1969-1973
But above all this, I remember people.  Faces, personalities, and human events still crowd my days and nights with pleasure and pain.  I can remember entire conversations and events in explicit detail.  I can’t remember the names of more than a few, and I don't know why.  Shouldn't this be the other way around?
Bob Helwig  US Navy WestPac  1972-1973
I remember the parting face of the Huey jock, who took an RPG in the nose 100 yards after he lifted off from leaving me in a clearing.  I remember every detail of the guy who hung himself 2 weeks before he was going back to the world.  I remember the guitar songs taught to me by the kid from Boston, who drove a jeep over a 105 shell buried on a dirt road and tripped the trap.  I remember the quiet calm of the guy who told me he was sorry and assured me that I would be O.K. after he stepped on a mortar-round booby trap.  All this while I held what was left of him in my arms, and we filled him with enough morphine to kill a horse because he was cut in half below the waist; and we knew he wouldn't survive the slick ride back to DaNang.
Rocky Bunjes  US Army  1968-1971
Of the hundreds I knew, I kick myself for remembering so few.  Especially on this Memorial Day when I should be able to remember each and every one.  They are the ones who paid for this Memorial Day.  This is their day. I will not spoil it by forgetting even one of their number.
Terry Durr  US Army  1966-1969
God help me, I will remember.  From this day forth I will carry their memory and spirit with me as a living memorial to their sacrifice and dedication to God, country, duty, and honor.  They shall not pass gently into the night as long as I have breath in my body to shout to the world.....
Tom Fischer  US Army  1963-1973
REMEMBER, REMEMBER...For God's sake Remember.


The Mansions of the Lord
To fallen soldiers let us sing, Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing
Our broken brothers let us bring, To the Mansions of the Lord.
No more bleeding, no more fight, No prayers pleading through the night
Just divine embrace, eternal light, In the Mansions of the Lord.
Where no mothers cry and no children weep,  We will stand and guard though the angels sleep
All through the ages safely keep, The Mansions of the Lord.

Performed by the U.S. Armed Forces Chorus
Music by Nick Glennie-Smith
Words by Randall Wallace.

IAGenWeb 2015


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