This is a very powerful commentary by Vietnam Veteran Donald Singleton. I think it’s worth watching in its entirety for many reasons. One thing you will not hear, and I cannot thank him enough for foregoing it, is that insane blurb the Veterans Administration came out with in 2008…
Donald captures that eerie feeling we all had when we got off a C-5 or a World Airways 727 at Travis and discover we were suddenly back in Kansas and it felt wrong. All wrong. Six ways to Sunday all wrong. For him, to have to go up to DC and start fighting with his own countrymen and women-indeed- his own brothers and sisters less than three months later, it must have been… what? I can’t imagine.
I don’t think I will ever be able to capture the two emotions in words (or worlds)-going and coming back two years later- first to a land where you trusted no one but round eyes and back to a country that was oblivious at best; angry and judgemental at worst and bordering on a narcissistic fascination with itself. To a land where electricity was unheard of in most parts to a land where total darkness was equally alien. From Banana leaf bungalows to concrete high rises. The dichotomy was uncanny.
I don’t know if I have the stamina to go find an old Bug and fix it up. All I can say is Donald, Brother, from one SEA Vet to another – We made it. We’re alive. We came home with a few chips and dents. We’re missing some paint but the body is still there. You’re an amazing man. Thanks to Brother Bruce for sharing this with us.