Vietnam Sept 69 to Sept 70
Infantryman, Company C, 1/502 Inf= 101st Airborne Division
After discharge at Ft, Lewis (I think) Washington, I flew to Hartford. It was the only time I was in uniform after Vietnam.
The only two reactions I got (I was expecting more) were a couple of older vets shook my hand,
And as I was walking in the airport, a young women with two small children were coming towards me. When she saw me in my dress greens, she got a frightened look on her face and held her kids close as we passed, It is hard to describe all the emotions that I felt, because I had just had to honor of serving with the purest souls that I have ever met.
I was one of the many replacements for a battalion that had gone through horrendous fighting, including a two month long fight in the jungle (the A Shau) outside of Hue. They had suffered 200% casualties and defeated (with huge air and artillery support) three NVA regiments. They would later be awarded a unit citation for valor for that action.
I was the last of 6 recent replacements to a squad. The four we joined were all men(middle twenties in age) and all were from the deep, I mean, deep South-Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia.
I was this college grad, Connecticut Yankee (remember this was 1970) They were nothing but kind to me from the start. None of that macho bullshit, They were way beyond that.
All they wanted was for you to carry your weight and not complain. They expected, and practiced, incredible tactical discipline, But despite that, had seen most of their friends killed or wounded because they were fighting much larger, dug-in enemy forces.
The daily life in the jungle was horrible, even with no combat.
Fast forward to a few months later. We are in the rear at a mess hall being entertained by a couple of "Donut Dollies"( young women who had volunteered to work for the Red Cross to entertain the troops).
We got no donuts, unfortunately. They had divided my squad into two teams and were doing a quiz game. We were all sitting on benches except for one of our guys, who was siting on top of a table.
He got a question wrong and blurted out, "OH, ." Pretty harmless, Nothing the girls cared about.
BUT NO!
There was a stony silence, as everyone, particularly the Southerners, glared at him with daggers in their eyes. He had besmirched young American Womanhood.
The look of shame on the poor offender's face, sitting above us on
the table, was priceless. I wish that young mother at the airport had been there.
I will also add that those Southerners did not show any hint of prejudice toward the Black soldiers in our squad. And I was in their close presence, literally 24 hours a day for months.