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The Government and My Dad (part 1)

posted 1/7/2008 7:29:49 AM |
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Most people who know me at all, know that although I love to talk on a variety of topics and even debate them, I usually will not discuss politics or religion. For one thing, I have had too many people try to push their views of both subjects on me. Therefore, I wouldnt want to be the one to do that to anyone else.

But recently events have happened in my life that radically change my opinion of the government. I have a friend who was a very intelligent young man. We went to high school together and he went on to college where he made excellent grades. He joined the military and went to desert storm.

Now that he is back, he is a totally different person. He has serious migraine headaches and cannot concentrate on anything for any amount of time. The government's solution to this is to put him on medication for psychotics. My friend isnt psychotic at all.

It seems that while defending our country in desert storm he handled our artillery. Missiles and such. He also rode in our tanks. All of which ended up meaning that he soaked up great amounts of radiation that is definitely harmful to humans.

You see, the government doesnt want to admit it screwed up and poisoned our soldiers again. And yes, I did say again! I'm sure most of the people I know on myspace are old enough to remember Agent Orange from the vietnam days. The government wouldnt admit even the existence of that for what, 20 years. They still havent helped most of the vets who have problems because of it.

I dont really know all that much about the radiation or the Agent Orange because I havent took the time to personally research much about them. So, as the folk singer Arlo Gutherie would say...Folks, that aint what I came here to tell you about. It's just a little background on our government and a little build up for what I do want to talk about.

What I really wanted to talk about is my dad. You see, not only was my dad exposed to Agent Orange, he was also shot down in Vietnam. He almost lost his life fighting for the freedoms we have in this country. Now for the present I wont go into how much of these freedoms we have lost because of the many amendments to our Bill Of Rights. That would be a whole blog in itself! One which I may just write some day.

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Anyway, back to my dad. My dad was a Vietnam veteran war hero. His platoon was ambushed in the jungles of Vietnam. They were being cut to shreds so my dad dropped back to cover their retreat hoping that maybe some of his buddies would make it to the LZ alive. He single-handedly held off the VC until one of these exploded right beside him.

These things are called mortar shells. And even with these things exploding all around him, my dad managed to hold off the VC long enough for his platoon to not only get to the LZ(landing zone) but to also take what they thought was his body with them. Here are some pictures of these things exploding:

I cant imagine the courage it took to stand strong in the face of enemy fire with these things exploding all around you too. I can tell you what the shrapnel did to my dad. It blew the back of his head off. It also shredded his stomach and one of his knees.

In fact, that's how I got my name. My dad was shot down the very minute I was born. As the letter telling him he now had a son was being flown over to Vietnam, he was being flown to a hospital in Japan. They called on my mom and told her that my dad had been shot down and wasnt going to make it. So she named me Roger Jr.

Now my dad, being the tough ole SOB he is, stayed in a coma for 6 weeks and then to everyone's amazement he woke up. He now had a metal plate for the back of his skull, a half a stomach, a bad leg and a son 6 weeks old. Needless to say, they sent him back to America.They took everyone's weapons before letting them embark on the plane. This was naturally wondered about and remarked upon.

The poor mentally and physically shredded soldiers were soon to find out upon their landing in America. Now, you may be like me and imagining a ticker-tape parade, a band, a speech and a presentation of medals by the president. But instead, they were spit on, called every name in the book including baby killers and everything you can imagine was thrown at them.

Thanks and welcome home brothers! We're here to make sure your dignity and spirit are destroyed along with your poor ravaged bodies and minds. Oh, and dont worry, the horrors of war and this reception is only a small down payment on the price you will pay for defending your country and OUR freedoms!

My dad's medals came quietly and anonymously in the mail. I dont know to this day if my dad was even proud of those medals. He never showed them off. He never said a word about them or the war. Or his reception home. I only saw the numerous medals he earned because I found them stored and covered in dust in my great-grandma's 100 year old house. My granny had put them in one of those display boxes made for medals of war. The house eventually burnt to the ground. My dad never replaced the medals.

I know all this only because I also found an old newspaper clipping in my grandpa's photo album.

Now, back to what started this blog....

My dad died this Saturday January 13th, 2007 at around 4pm.

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Ashinatrix

Jan 7 @ 7:47AM  
And all these medical problems that our Desert Storm veterans came home with did not go away.......they were not "cured".....but you dont hear about that anymore do ya??.....old news???....More like a coverup-
JamalLewis

Jan 7 @ 8:09AM  
I'm very sorry to hear about your loss; the loss of a parent is especially a hard one to deal with. And it's hard to believe the suffering your dad had to go through for defending his country; I have nothing but the utmost respect for him, and all our soldiers, past and present. Anyway, sorry to hear of your loss, and I hope you get well soon. Your dad was a great man, and his contributions will not be forgotten.
scotsavant

Jan 7 @ 9:17AM  
I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your dad! I, too, was in Nam. I survived the horrors physically, but had the emotional wounds that have never really fully healed. I work on them daily.

Your dad was a hero for his county and I salute him for it. But, more than that, he was...and I suspect...still is your hero! I guess one can't ask for much more than that.

God bless and keep you during your grieving and support you and your family through your loss. Just know there are others who share your pain and that I am one of them.

Scotty
ladybootscooter

Jan 7 @ 6:17PM  
I am so sorry to hear of your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you at this time. My son's father served two tours in Nam. 67-73 he came home with 368 stitches and two purple hearts, but they didn't show what it did to his mind and his pysche. I lived his nightmares for 12 long years. He still lives with them today. As for your friend, it might not have been just radiation, my former stepson served in Desert Storm, he was in the Navy and only went inland for clean up detail. He was sent home in 93 with severe migraines and suffers from MS type symptoms that have never been properly diagnosed. The VA refused to treat him for these symptoms and told him to seek private medical care. Each episode or attack leaves him weaker than the last. They have cost him his wife and family, his home and most of his possessions as he cannot work much of the time, yet he draws no disablity pay. But they are not alone, 45,000 veterans came home from Desert Storm with strange symptoms or have reported births of physically deformed children or children with severe learning disablities. No matter what some on here would say and call it a training exercise. It was a war. It had no winners.
2playful4u2

Jan 8 @ 12:00AM  
I wanted to thank you all for reading and commenting my blog. I know it was rather long. Wouldnt even fit into one blog on this site...lol. There are no winners in war as far as I am concerned but I still think it's a shame how our government will do our vetrans. I hope life treats y'all well....Later

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The Government and My Dad (part 1)