The reason i picked this event in History because i believed that this War impacted many lives. It also opened the U.S government eyes to stop being so willing to do anything, because it resulted in millions of deaths. It created the strongest tensions in the U.S. history. People think that women are sissy's and helpless but the women gave up their lives as well. They were willing to help all the vet's that are injured and saved millions of lives. All of the Vietnamese and American men were all hero's in some ways. Many men were willing to give up their lives to be apart of the War. This war made me change my thought of the military and army for doing what they do best because without them the whole Earth would be destroyed with conflicts and wars.
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The Nightmare Never Ends
Close your eyes and go to sleep,
My poor haunted soldeir man,
I'll try my best to keep you safe,
In any way i possibly can.
Cradled there in my loving arms.
He drifed off the Vietnam once more.
I tried my best to soothe him,
But he was laready back in the war.
His body's tense and twitching,
As he dreams of yesterday,
I call out his name in vane,
Just truing to ease his fear.
But the battle is alread brewing,
He's in the mist of a fire fight,
And for what sems like an eternity,
My soldier thrashes in the night.
And it's too late to bring him home,
He's fighting along side his brothers,
He hears his comrades cry out in pain,
And call out for their mothers.
He soaked in sweat as he jumps about,
He feels the bullets whizzing by,
His body's numb as he checks himself,
He's so certain he's gonna die.
No, not today my brave hero,
Though you've lost so many friends,
He opens his eyes as the dream has past,
But the nightmare never ends.
Chris Woolnough 11/1/03
Close your eyes and go to sleep,
My poor haunted soldeir man,
I'll try my best to keep you safe,
In any way i possibly can.
Cradled there in my loving arms.
He drifed off the Vietnam once more.
I tried my best to soothe him,
But he was laready back in the war.
His body's tense and twitching,
As he dreams of yesterday,
I call out his name in vane,
Just truing to ease his fear.
But the battle is alread brewing,
He's in the mist of a fire fight,
And for what sems like an eternity,
My soldier thrashes in the night.
And it's too late to bring him home,
He's fighting along side his brothers,
He hears his comrades cry out in pain,
And call out for their mothers.
He soaked in sweat as he jumps about,
He feels the bullets whizzing by,
His body's numb as he checks himself,
He's so certain he's gonna die.
No, not today my brave hero,
Though you've lost so many friends,
He opens his eyes as the dream has past,
But the nightmare never ends.
Chris Woolnough 11/1/03
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A Letter from a surviving vietman soldier
25 May, 1968
Dear Roberta,
Today is probably the worst day I have ever lived in my entire, short life. Once again we were in contact with Charlie, and once again we suffered losses. The losses we had today hit home, as my best friend in this shit hole was killed. He was only 22 years old and was going on R&R on the first of June to meet his wife in Hawaii. I feel that if I was only a half second sooner in pulling the trigger, he would still be alive.
Strange how short a time a half of a second is--the difference between life and death. This morning we were talking about how we were only two years different in age and how we both had gotten married before coming to this place. You know, I can still feel his presence as I write this letter and hope that I am able to survive and leave this far behind me.
If there is a place called Hell this surely must be it, and we must be the Devil's disciples doing all his dirty work. I keep asking myself if there is a God, then how the hell come young men with so much to live for have to die. I just hope that his death is not in vain.
I look forward to the day when I will take my R&R. If I play my cards right, I should be able to get it for Hawaii so our anniversary will be in that time frame. The reason I say this is by Sept., I will have more than enough time in country to get my pick of places and dates. I promise I will do everything necessary to insure that I make that date, and I hope that tomorrow is quiet.
We will be going into base camp soon for our three-day stand down. I will try to write you a longer letter at that time. Please don't worry too much about me, as if you won't, for I will take care of myself and look forward to the day I am able to be with you again.
Love,Stan
Dear Roberta,
Today is probably the worst day I have ever lived in my entire, short life. Once again we were in contact with Charlie, and once again we suffered losses. The losses we had today hit home, as my best friend in this shit hole was killed. He was only 22 years old and was going on R&R on the first of June to meet his wife in Hawaii. I feel that if I was only a half second sooner in pulling the trigger, he would still be alive.
Strange how short a time a half of a second is--the difference between life and death. This morning we were talking about how we were only two years different in age and how we both had gotten married before coming to this place. You know, I can still feel his presence as I write this letter and hope that I am able to survive and leave this far behind me.
If there is a place called Hell this surely must be it, and we must be the Devil's disciples doing all his dirty work. I keep asking myself if there is a God, then how the hell come young men with so much to live for have to die. I just hope that his death is not in vain.
I look forward to the day when I will take my R&R. If I play my cards right, I should be able to get it for Hawaii so our anniversary will be in that time frame. The reason I say this is by Sept., I will have more than enough time in country to get my pick of places and dates. I promise I will do everything necessary to insure that I make that date, and I hope that tomorrow is quiet.
We will be going into base camp soon for our three-day stand down. I will try to write you a longer letter at that time. Please don't worry too much about me, as if you won't, for I will take care of myself and look forward to the day I am able to be with you again.
Love,Stan
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