Posted on 11/07/2003 5:20:35 AM PST by SJackson
A very special group will gather in the nation's capital this weekend before Veterans Day, as we have for the last 15 years or so. We are the Ia Drang Band of Brothers, the survivors of the bloodiest battle of the Vietnam War, and the families of those who didn't make it home.
For those of us who were there both a sense of healing and renewal make attendance almost obligatory.
These early days of November carry a burden of memory for us. It was another November 38 years ago when the battalions of the 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) clashed with the battalions of the 66th, 32nd and 33rd Regiments of the People's Army of Vietnam in the remote Central Highlands of South Vietnam.
When the smoke had cleared in that November of 1965, 305 young Americans had been killed, hundreds more wounded, and the Ia Drang Valley was littered with the bodies of more than 2,000 North Vietnamese dead.
For many years afterward, most of us went a little crazy when November rolled around. Not dangerously so, just a darkening of mood, and we weren't even certain why that was. It just was.
The soldiers of those battalions, 65 percent of them draftees, had been gathered from every walk of life, from a thousand cities and towns and villages all across America. They were black, white, Hispanic, American Indian, Asian-American.
Their stories were told in a book, "We Were Soldiers Once ... and Young,'' by Lt. Gen. (retired) Hal Moore and me, and told again last year in a movie, "We Were Soldiers," that starred Mel Gibson as Moore. (Click HERE to purchase. Sales help fund JWR. )
In researching the book through the 1980s, we slowly found dozens, then hundreds, of once-young men. We found some of the widows, children, parents and siblings of those who fell in the Ia Drang and came home in shiny aluminum coffins. All felt a need to gather with those who'd shared everything, including the horror, with us. The first of these reunions was held in 1986.
We've seen America go to war again and again, and each time our hearts ache for another generation of young soldiers who must learn the hard way, as we learned, about war and combat and about the pain of memories.
We would all feel better if more of our presidents and legislators shared those memories and had learned, as we did, to count the true cost of war and to know who pays the price. They say there are no atheists in foxholes. There are no war lovers there, either.
All of us are older now, middle age or more. Our hair is gray, graying or gone. Our waists are expanding. The young draftees of the Ia Drang are now in their 50s; the lieutenants turning 60; the captains in their mid-60s; the sergeants in their 70s; the lieutenant colonels 80-plus. For some, the days are dwindling to a precious few.
(Excerpt) Read more at jewishworldreview.com ...
The FReeper Foxhole Profiles Lt. Col. Harold G.(Hal) Moore - Sep. 6th, 2003
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