I had many friends in Viet Nam, but we only went by first names. We all had a saying: “It don’t matter!” meaning we were bound to get killed today or tomorrow.
I will never forget my soldier buddies. As the famous quote says: "All gave some and some gave all.”
Some died over there and others came back to the states messed up in even worse ways. If not physically then mentally messed up.
Many people have tried to tell us: ‘Get over Viet Nam’--‘It’s done’--‘Move on’! Let me say this; Viet Nam will be a part of me until the day I leave this world. The Lord now helps me deal with it one day at a time, but my memories will always be there.
We should NEVER put down the American soldier. We may not agree with what is taking place, but we need to support our troops and try to keep their moral up at all times. We must let them know we love them for the sacrifices they are making.
I lost my dear friend John while in Viet Nam, in La Drang Valley. Most Viet Nam Vets know it as “Death Valley.” Mel Gibson even made a movie about this battle, called “We Were Soldiers.”
John and I went through jungle training, advance infantry training and radio school together. We became close friends during this time. I will never forget, as we were boarding the helicopter going to “Death Valley,” the pat on the back and John saying to me, “ We have had many good times together.” At the time it just didn’t’ register in my mind why John said that to me.
He must of some how knew this was going to be the night.
As radio operators we were only ‘in country’ about 2 weeks before we were sent to help with communications in directing air strikes and calling for needed battle supplies. Everything suddenly turned into a living nightmare.
One night, John went a little distance from our position to go to the bathroom and was captured by the Viet Cong. He was gone much too long and I knew something was wrong. After about 10 minutes or so, we could hear screaming and I knew it was John. I called out several times to him, being cautious not to give away our position, to try and get his location, but only the screams kept coming back at me. It was pitch black in the jungle at night. You could barely see your own hand in front of your face. There was no way we could go into the jungle to try and find him. I felt so terribly helpless.
At first light we went out on what is called a search and destroy mission, to find John. I was the first to come upon him. He was tied, spread eagle, between some trees. As I got closer I could see that the Viet Cong had skinned him. They also placed in his mouth, for further humiliation, his cut off private parts.
I will never forget the sounds of his cry for help or his screams of pain as I held him in my arms and cried like a baby.
I kept thinking about how John always talked about his mother and family back home, and how much he loved his country and how he was willing to give his all for it. That night he did give his all.
John was a great friend I will never forget.
I thank God for the time I got to know John and other friends. I pray for the troops today and hope they are not treated like dirt and called baby killer or other names like we were. It was war. Human beings die. I still deal with the fact that I had to take a child’s life. Those children were sent out to die trying to kill us just as terrorists today are willing to die, to kill us. We need to let our soldiers know we appreciate the fact that they did their best while serving the country that they love so much and gave their all for.
When I returned to the base camp after finding John, I discovered a poem in his shirt pocket that he had written the same evening just before he was captured. As you read the poem, read it with your heart remembering how John loved his country and that some how, he knew it was going to be his last day here.
One more thing to remember: THE NAMES ON THE WALL IN WASHINGTON ARE NOT JUST NAMES ON A WALL. THEY WERE YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN WHO LOVED THEIR COUNTRY AND FOUGHT TO HELP KEEP OUR COUNTRY FREE.
I love each one of them in a special way.
In God’s Love and Glory,
Evangelist Gary R. Wolfe
HELLO GOD!
Look God, I have never spoken to you,
but now I want to say, “How do You do.”
You see, God, they told me You didn’t exist.
And like a fool, I believed all of this.
Last night from a shell hole I saw Your sky.
I figured right then they had told me a lie.
Had I taken the time to see the things you made,
I’d know they weren’t calling a spade a spade.
I wonder, God, if You’ll take my hand.
Somehow I feel that You will understand.
Funny, I had to come to this hellish place,
Before I had time to see Your face.
Well, I guess there isn’t much more to say,
But I am sure glad, God, I met You today.
I guess the zero hour will soon be here,
But I am not afraid since I know You are near.
The signal—well, God, I’ll have to go.
I like You lots, this I want You to know.
Look now, this will be a horrible fight.
Who knows, I may come to Your house tonight.
Though I wasn’t friendly with You before,
I wonder, God, if You’d wait at Your door.
Look—I am crying, me shedding tears.
I wish I’d known You these past years.
Well, I’ll have to go now, God---goodbye.
Strange—since I met You, I am not afraid to die.