Attached are photos I have of my father, Frank Blazich from his time in Vietnam. The photo of him in uniform in a front yard was taken in July 1966. He was wounded in action on 25 June 1966 and medevaced back to the U.S. to the Naval Hospital St. Albans in New York. The other photo was taken roughly a month after being wounded (as I recall from Dad’s description) in the front yard of his mother’s house in…..
Never Forgotten: The Vietnam Veteran Fifty Years Later by Jenny La Sala Trafford Publishing La Sala’s book is a collection of 58 firsthand accounts of the war in Vietnam, written by veterans of the conflict. The text is not an academic of formal historical study of the war, but a visceral, subjective retelling, providing the personal history of the men and women who fought the war and wrestled with its legacy when they returned to civilized life. La Sala writes…..
The first picture is of my father and myself as a child. Dad, Neal Huelsman a CPO, was in the Navy during WWII and stayed a career Navy man afterward. We did not see my extended family much at all because we all moved around a lot. My dad’s brother Glenn Huelsman was with the P51s during the war and also remained a career Air Force man after the war. The group photo shows my dad in the second row…..
This is a picture of my then husband, Gerald Pennington, from Vietnam. Gerald was a U.S. Army staff sergeant and courier with supply in 1967 with evacuation hospital in Vietnam. Some of his letter heads were labeled, Red beach 1970. I wrote 3 letters a day because I know the importance of mail to a deployed soldier. I was the post office’s best customer. What I wrote was not as important as the letter itself. What did I have to…..
“Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country,” is one of the sentences that we typed over and over again while learning the art of typing in high school. I don’t believe most of us gave it any more thought than that. But when the war in Vietnam was becoming a reality, it became more than just words on paper. Hundreds of thousands of men from all across America headed to their…..
My father, Robert James Brannon III, a Nam Vet is honored in www.NeverForgottenTheVietnamVeteran.com The PTSD eventually settled in from all of the shootings, which took a toll on him. His health continued to deteriorate both mentally and physically with the worst being the lung disease from Agent Orange. He was on oxygen for the last three years of his life. He really declined over the last ten years of his life. He lost his bike in a fire and then…..
He told me several stories but never mentioned the war to anyone really. Claude W. “Bud” Koenig of Superior, Wisconsin served as an 81 mm mortar platoon HQ 2 501.He was my Grandpa and was wounded on D-Day, June 6th, 1944 and took 3 bullets in left leg and later on November 10,1944 receiving shrapnel in both knees. Claude Koenig also Doc Francis E. Carrel are among the 501st heroes featured in Bill Warnock’s article about Fr Sampson and his…..
Here is a photo of my late father, Luis (Luca) E. Rosas after several weeks of nightly mortar fire at An Khe Fall of 1965. He was with the U.S. Army’s 1st Air Cavalry Air Mobile Division / 15th Transportation Corps Battalion Delta Company at Camp Radcliff, An Khe in the Central Highlands of the Republic of Vietnam 1965-1966. The man didn’t sleep much even years after he came home. My mother said he would have nightmares that someone was…..
David Gen Bendorf was a lance corporaL for the U.S. Marine Corps during the Vietnam War. He was born on August 20, 1946 and died on May 20, 1967 at the age of 21 in Quang Tri, Vietnam. He lived on a farm outside of Livingston, Wisconsin. He was very kind, considerate, and funny. He tried putting me on one of the cows while they were milking it. He and his brother were my brother’s best friends. We all grew…..
I work in a doctor’s office that had alot of Holocaust survivors. Both parents of one of the doctors practicing there were survivors of the Holocaust. What a privilege it was to meet these people. They all still had the imprinted numbers on their arms. Several have passed away since I’ve been working there but they left an eternal imprint on me with their kindness. The Holocaust museum is across the street and I can remember when they shut down…..
