Well, I was one of the fortunate ones and I thank my Creator to this day. Unfortunately, the reception we experienced was not one I was prepared for. The reactions from people were much less than desirable so I began stuffing it all down, rationalizing I would deal with it later, if at all. I couldn’t wallow in it; I needed to move on with my life. Each time memories would surface I would give them the tough, football stiff arm and shove them back down.
About five years ago I was meeting with a Christian counselor and one of the issues that surfaced, unintentionally of course, was my Vietnam service and my way of handling the rejection. Carol, the counselor, recognized immediately what I needed and she didn’t hold back. She was highly regarded as a pure straight-shooter. “You need to go to the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington DC and you need to go there with someone very special…someone who loves you, understands you and who will be there to support you” were her words. My thought? Right! Maybe someday, but who in the world would fit that criteria?
I remember something a very wise friend told me. Our position at any point during our lives is pretty much based on the important decisions we made five years prior. In retrospect, it has proven to be pretty accurate. In the case of Memorial Day 2006 it was spot-on.
Through a series of events I was led to join the DOVE Fund family at the beginning of this year. One of the outings being organized by our Executive Chairman, Tim Kearney, was a trip to Washington DC for Memorial Day weekend to participate in the laying of the wreath ceremony at the Vietnam War Memorial, “The Wall”. Of course, I just had to make that trip. I am a firm believer…There are no coincidences, my friends.
“The Wall” is an amazing tribute to our fallen comrades. It is multi-faceted and gradually envelops you. It is stately, regal, reverent, solemn, sad, dead, alive and the list goes on. It was crowded, yet the silence and respect shown by everyone spoke volumes. As a veteran, how can you wrap your mind around it all? I was struggling to do so when I was engulfed in a big, one-armed bear hug from a fellow DOVE member and Secretary, Tom Treece. Very softly and nodding toward “The Wall” he whispered, “There, but for the Grace of God, is our name.” Those words broke the dam. The stiff arm withered against the emotional force being released. Of course, it had to be Tom, my boyhood friend, Christian brother, Vietnam veteran and fellow DOVE Trustee who has been processing effectively for decades. It was perfect. He fit the criteria in every way.
That night, Dave Langendorfer, another friend and DOVE Trustee was at the Memorial concert when a lady tapped him on the shoulder and asked if he was a veteran. When he responded affirmatively she handed him a small white box tied with silver ribbon and said, “Thank you.” The next morning Dave was led to hand me the gift and sincerely pass along his thank you to yours truly. Since I was the emotional basketcase for the weekend, you can easily imagine my reaction. Upon opening the gift I found a tiny, patriotic Christmas ornament (picture inset below) and this hand-written letter by Carla Fleming, the originator of the gift:
People are always asking me, “why?” Why did you start doing all this? (Shaking veterans’ hands in Thanks or handing out thank you gifts). But I never really had the words to explain. I guess it started with you, Dad, when teaching my brother to salute the flag and for my sister and I to stand with our hand over our heart. So as we stood watching the many parades pass by, we would stand with our hand over our heart for every American Flag with pride. I’ve always gotten emotional when hearing our National Anthem, but it was the first time I saw “The Wall”, “The Wall of Heroes”, the Wall of names of our Vietnam Vets. To see your face reflected back knowing the name in front of you gave his life for me, for us. So ever since then I try to thank each and every Veteran I meet. So just don’t wait for it to happen; seek them out and thank them now. With all my Heart and Soul, Thank You!” (signed Carla and John Fleming) |
I was touched beyond words. I needed to respond to Carla to let her know how meaningful her act of kindness and respect was and did so in the following letter:
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