National Vietnam War Veterans Day is a US holiday observed annually on March 29. It recognizes veterans who served in the US military during the Vietnam War. It should not be confused with Veterans Day.



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Thank you for posting this. I want to thank all of the men who served in Vietnam.

I’m proud of you all..!

Brittman

Welcome home, brothers.

Semper Fi

RVN 69-70

Welcome Home!

Welcome Home!

Thank you for your service!

yeah we can gather as a group and they can spit on us all at once

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Originally posted by butchloc:
yeah we can gather as a group and they can spit on us all at once

i don't know, they've been pretty busy spittin' at Trump for the last 3 years.

When someone finds out I was a VN vet they thank me for my service and it makes me feel quite uncomfortable. My story is quite different then most VN vets on how I wound up in VN.

In my family, if there is a war, we go to thank our great country for the freedom we enjoy. My Dad and uncles were all WWII vets and if you wanted to set with the "big dogs", you better have served as had every male relative since the Civil War. This tradition contiuned as a brother in law jumped in to Panama, my son in law, a Marine served in Afghanistan, two nephews served in Iraq with the Army.

In 1967 my older brother and fellow Marine was serving in VN which kept me from going in country because of a rule not allowing two brothers to serve in country at the same time. I prayed he'd get hit, not bad mind you, just enough to get him medivac'd to Japan, which would open an opportunity for me to win the war (I wasn't too smart at the time). I had been filing a waiver and putting in a request 3 times a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to volunteer for service in VN. 39 waivers later on that happy day when the 1st Sgt. informed me I finally got my wish and I was VN bound! At that time I was the happiest Marine in the world.

When we landed in country and the smell of the scents and sound of the mysterious Asia told me I had made the right decision. I was sent to the DMZ as a grunt while my brother was with an artillery unit outside of Hue. Prior to my brother rotating home, I was able to see him for a couple of days and lo and behold we both eventually made it home none the worst for the experience except for and ding here and there.

I volunteered for the Marines, volunteered for the grunts and volunteered 39 times to be part of history rather than reading about it. So you can see why I feel uncomfortable when someone thanks me for my service because I got exactly what I wanted, hence no need for the kind thoughts or gratitude.

When my son came back from the sandbox + on leave, I took him out to Wal mart for a bunch of stuff to take back to base. He was in his Class As. + you would not believe the number of people who came around + thanked him for his service. I took him out to dinner + at the bar, he couldn't buy his own drink, it was already paid for. A major change from 1969. But for the better.