You have my deepest respect...


Hats off to the grunts from an old helo driver.

Yep.

Grunt, dirty, tired, overloaded with gear for killing his fellow man, backbone of the military.

Yep... Feels good getting off a chopper.... And even better getting back on!

Thanks for remembering. Choppers saved our butt more times than I care to think about. Thanks to you as well.

Amen, Pat,
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Just join today and already I feel welcome.  I was Sgt. Joe   101st ABN  11Bravo    '69-'70.....  Now I'm just Old Joe.

Having had two uncles in Vietnam, my deepest respect to all of you! Old Joe, age may have gotten your body but, I bet you could learn these young 'uns a thing or two on respect.

The military wouldn't be the same without us old groundpounders. - USMC

I came in a bit late for Nam but spent plenty of time in the swamps at Ft. Stewart after jump school.
Also shot my first deer there, and with my old Heters recurve.

I did two tours in Vietnam.    The idea that veterans are somehow "victims" has never set right with me.     "Soldiers heart" was the name for it after the Civil War, "shell shock" after WW 1,  "battle fatigue" for WW 2 (Korea), then PTSD for Vietnam.    Our scars both visible and invisible are the entrance fee to the 'band of brothers'.   I don't accept the PTSD label because it is implies a 'disability'.    We know life and death in a way no civilian can.    It affects our thinking in a way civilians usually don't get.    It is they who lack something.   
Teddy Roosevelt's "Man in the Arena" is a good starting point for the veteran mind set.

I agree with you, Ron.