Her generation was affected by this war. She knew people her age that went and fought. Some came back mentally and physically beyond repair. Others, as is the case in war, didn't come back. A good number of others stayed in Asia, finding life easier for a multitude of reason or simple because they couldn't readjust back home. I know I have a stereotype of the now aging baby boomer who stayed here, took a local wife and made a family in Vietnam, the Phillipines, Thailand, maybe even Indonesia.
Mom may not know right off where these places are on a map (I didn't either) but her reaction was distinct in hearing I was heading to these places. These are towns and places that we don't often hear about in the Western media. I'm too young for that war. My memory related to that was was from many years after the US soldiers had departed, the South surrendered to the Communist North and the French had been driven from the country for decades.
One day, I don't know when during the trip, we were walking about the monuments. The Lincoln Monument, the Reflecting pool, etc. We stopped at the Vietnam Memorial. It's a series of black marble panels erected perpendictular to the ground in a long low wall. The names of the service men who died in or because of the war (counting only physical injuries resulting in death, not trauma and dysfunction) or were missing in action are all inscribed here.
As my generation is embroiled in it's own quagmire of a war, I wonder how many young men may end up feeling the same way my father did. My ex was in the Army. His unit was sent to Iraq but he was kept back due to kidney stone and then released when his service was up. I know he felt conflicted about it and it may compound over the years the way it did for my dad. Will anyone be there to support these soldier and men any better than they were thirty years ago?
*Interesting side note: The Lonely Planet guidebook I've been reading always refers to sites from the American War, which I assume is how the Vietnamese refer to the war. In the US it's always called the Vietnam War. I suppose it's easier to identify it as someone else's war and fault than to take a slice of the responsibility. It had never occured to me that there might be another name for it.
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