steve white
AH legend
Regarding the silent ones, and I hesitate to post this, I met one the hard way. I was suckered into going to visit "O.C." by a grandmother who wanted to find her runaway grand daughter. O.C. ran his own dump for the town of Axtell, and NOBODY EVER went out to talk to him, cite him, investigate him, nothing. And he strictly wanted to be left alone. But I didn't know that.Unfortunately the stolen Valor seems to be widespread. I know of several businesses that have stopped offering military discounts due to so much abuse.
My uncle is a Vietnam veteran, and as long as I can remember he has always said, the ones that do the most talking never seen any action, the silent ones did the killing. My uncle has remained silent most of his life.
I naively drove up in my 37' ford p/u and he was in the front yard practicing with his Josey Wales type pistol. He kept drawing it on me and then turning and putting holes in an old van, all the while asking me in different ways who I was. He finally believed me, but said he was suspicious that I was with Child Protective Service. (you know, those folks you should be drawing and pointing a pistol at...and he had the girl, whom he said was temporarily protecting from real home abuse). After he took a liking to me, he insisted I come in and have some navy beans and ham hock with him while he preached to me that he ONLY believed in the Ten Commandments, not the whole Bible. (another story)
Then he said, "I want to show you something." He brought out three ring binders full of photographs stuck in clear sheets. They were photos of arm caches, tons of different photos in different settings that his squad had taken from the dead Viet Cong. Lots of bodies too. He had run a real efficient killing machine, one that even got fed up with the N. Vietnamese arms running just outside the border, so he and his men decided they didn't have to respect the border either and went across in their own unauthorized excursion to stop it. He flatly stated that nobody interfered with his team. For example one of them got drunk and a new officer told him to give him the bottle, which was all well and good except that when he sobered up later he remembered and asked for it back. "Oh, I threw that away" said the officer. That's OK, he said--you can give me another one! Things got ugly and the soldier flipped off the safety of his M16. O.C. happened to be behind him and shoved his rifle bore down into the mud. "Go clean your rifle, he said, I'll get your bottle back." Well, after threatening what would happen if he didn't get the soldier his bottle, the officer took it higher up, only to be told that O.C.'s unit was not to be interfered with or morale disrupted, and kindly go get the soldier another bottle!
Then issued the story of a couple of guys who hunkered down in a machine gun bunker out of fear and didn't provide flanking fire. O.C. confessed to tossing in a grenade...another hispanic man at least got a warning. He froze up when told to carry extra machine gun ammo across lines of fire to the other men. O.C. rapped him on the head with the butt of his 45 and said, "If I don't see you over there soon, I won't see you." Guy snapped out of it and delivered the ammo.
If I hadn't seen the photos, I might have thought he was the biggest liar on earth. From his whole demeanor, I don't think so. When I even mentioned I had been out there, my deacons asked incredulously, "you went OUT THERE? How did it go?"
I hope I didn't offend anybody telling this. I prayed for O.C. many a time. I'm pretty sure he's gone by now.