My brother joined the Army when he was still a teenager. He rose up thru
the ranks and became a squad leader, platoon leader and then Community
Sergeant-Major.
In his tours of duty he was stationed in Vietnam
during the war. One evening his wife was watching the news on the
television. She saw that in a graveyard there were 70 some pair of boots
with the helmets and rifles. This was done to make the enemy think that
they were dead because they would not enter a graveyard due to their
superstitions. The news account said it was a certain Division, but did
not mention that her husband's Division was attached to that Division
until help could arrive, so she was unaware that her husband was among
the soldiers that were in such danger.
In one of the skirmishes
he was hit in the shoulder and got shrapnel in his face.
He had a
praying mother who kept him in her prayers. It was, I am sure, a quite
traumatic experience when she got the telegram from an official of the
Army that he had been shot, but what a joy to learn he had not been
killed.
He was brought back to the United States for surgery and
recuperation. The injury to his shoulder made one arm shorter than the
other so that he could not carry a rifle. He was sent back over to
Vietnam to join the Intelligence Crew to help map out the plans of the
battle for that day.
One time he was 5 minutes late getting to
the helicopter and it took off without him, and everyone on board was
killed. Another time as they were lifting off they were being shot at
and when they were hit he and another soldier were able to jump off the
helicopter before it exploded and everyone else on board was killed.
The bullet proofvest or the small New Testament Bible he carried
that his mother had given him saved his life when he was hit. His wife
said that especially the one time out of a couple times he was hit, that
it was the little New Testament Bible that saved his life.
Before
retiring from the service he taught Reserve Officer's Training Corp. at
a nearby university where he was stationed. When he was retiring because
of health reasons he was awarded by a Brig. General on television the
Legion of Merit Award which the newspaper said was probably the second
highest peacetime award this country gives, second only to the
Distinguished Service Cross. Earlier in his career he had also received
the Bronze Star for Valor in battle, the Purple Heart, and the Combats
Infantryman's Badge. He had multiple, multiple medals, but never showed
them off.
He was a man that didn't even want to have a funeral.
He wanted to protect his wife because she would be living alone in their
country home. He just wanted to be cremated and this was the
arrangements that were made. He never wanted anything made over him. He
was not like that.
At his death his wife was persuaded to let
there be a viewing of his body before he was cremated. There were
retired soldier friends there who took turns standing guard over his
body. Because there were so many people there and they were reluctant to
leave, the retired soldiers got together and decided to play taps and
give him a 21 gun salute. It was a fitting climax for a brave soldier
that served his country well.
MY MOTHER
The warm caress of
my mother's hand
The sweet reflections of her smile
Carry me o'er
life's highway,
As I travel on mile after mile.
The little
twinkle as she winks her eye
The gentle kiss that she plants on my
face
These all sustain me through my life's journey
As I reflect
upon her sweet grace.
Thank you Lord, for my Dear Mother,
I
love to feel her warm embrace.
The years seem more dearer that she's
with us
No one could ever take her place.
Keep her in Your
care and bless her,
As her children all look her way.
May they all
come to know You love them,
And be there with her in heaven some day.
By Norma Wellman
(The poem is in memory of our
loving mother written before she passed away. The story of my brother's
death was after she had passed away. She didn't have to go through the
trauma of his death.)