The Baby Killer returns home..

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  1. Mithrandir

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    I know that I have not been here very much recently...

    forgive me....

    I do miss your talk and chatter and your stories....

    Life sometimes requires time of you and it has, and is, trying to take a toll on me.....

    I found some more notes about VN and I felt the need to write them down...and to share with you.....

    So..... with your permission, I present this tale.....

    "The Baby Killer Returns Home"


    so it begins.....


    Once, a long time ago, I volunteered for the Army and joined up during the time when many were being drafted.

    I had been out of high school for a year and was really bored with my job, the girls I was dating and the city in general.

    I felt that I needed a change and that change could be best served by serving my country.

    My brother and his new wife didn’t see it that way.

    To them…I was a baby killer….no matter that I was not in yet… that mere fact that I had been in ROTC in high school, “gave them the right” to say things like that about me..

    I think back and remember that I endured his insults fairly well as he had 60/60 vision, was flat-footed and had A++ grades. The government would not want him even on a bad day!!

    Hell…. I even ignored HER comments as coming from someone whose father had been a lifer in the Army himself and she was an “Army Brat”.

    But…. The one time it got to me was when I came home from Vietnam.

    Now…. I have told some of those stories to you in other posts….. but I have never told you about my home-coming. When my time came to leave Vietnam, I had already spent more time than was required… so…. I was ready to leave and would not look back……until many years later anyway.

    Rundles was with me…… we had been together a long time in Army time…..almost three years…..so now… we were ready to reintegrate into the “World”….

    Or set fire to it…. I was never clear on that one…..

    So…here we are…. Ready to out-process and go home for awhile….

    Most of you Army guys now the drill…..

    After a long and boring flight from VM…

    You land at Travis in California…..

    You had everything taken away from you before you got on the flight, with the sole exception of the booze you were allowed to buy in the PX before you left…..

    YUP!!! Needed that stuff on the flight by golly!!!!

    Once at Travis… …you go through a large double doors so that …..

    You wait in line to have all you clothes taken away from you..

    You wait in line to go to the showers…

    (now THAT was a HOOT!!.. I did not know that fifty guys in a shower at one time, just back from VN could produce enough mud to clog up the drains!!!!)…but the water was clean…. And it was actually HOT!!!!…..all muscle pains start to subside…..)

    You wait in line to get a physical check up….

    You wait in line to get a dental check up..

    You wait in line to get your hearing checked..

    You wait in line to get your eyes checked…

    you wait in line to get your records updated…

    You wait in line to get your pay straightened out…

    You go through more lines and get fitted for new uniforms…. Summer weight Greens where replacing the Khaki Tropicals then so they are brand new clothes, not recycled ones. New Greens are issued with all the right patches and rank and they even issued whatever ribbons you had received …but only the ones you had BEFORE you went to VN… they were always slow about that ……always behind the curve if you will.

    You wait in line to get your records checked AGAIN!!..

    And if you don’t get everything cleared/checked/recheck/recleared …you may have to stay the night…

    We were lucky (again), we arrived at 10 PM and started clearing at 11PM…. we finished the whole process in just under six hours so we got to leave for home at about 6 or 7 AM the next morning.

    We are given a chit that states that we can get a steak meal at the airport and a flight home from any airline that has room any bus or any train available… “Just present it to the person at the desk and they will do the rest…..the taxis outside are already paid for…just get in one for the bus station, train station or airport”

    My spirits were running high & tight!…

    I think that Rundles was just tight because our booze is gone!!!

    We walk out of the holding area, dragging a new duffle bags filled with new everything and we have our records and other paperwork tucked under our arms ….

    Dressed “fit-to-kill” in our new, fresh, and …….

    OH MY GOD DARE I SAY IT????….

    Yes I will say it ……CLEAN clothes that don’t smell of laundry starch spit-sprayed onto them and baked in the sun …. No more “burning shit barrel” smell for us!!!

    Out through the last set of double doors and on to the exit….

    We step out onto the front steps and descend onto the front side walk…..the California morning was cool on my face… a cool comfortable 98 degrees….(well… what the hell you think is hot after VM????)…

    Slowly, both of us turn…. And look up at the sign over the portico….

    ”WELCOME TO TRAVIS AIRBASE” it reads…..

    We look at one another, because we did this same thing when we reported to Travis some months ago.. and as some baseball player once said (I think it was Casey Stengle) it was deja-vue all over again….a wave of relief falls over us…..a weight is lifted from our shoulders….we stand taller in our newly issued Greens and we turn to cross the circle drive to the taxi stands….

    Just as we turn… there is six or seven Hippies rushing across the lot to confront us…with yells and screams of “KILLER”….”MURDERERS”…and “BABY KILLERS”…..”FACISIST”.. and many other things…

    Neither one of us knew just what the hell a Hippie was!! We had been out of the country for almost three years.. so these weirdly dressed people were a shock to us….

    One of them… a girl…who couldn’t have been but 16 or so by the look of her….

    Spits on me……and continues to yell insults and strange epitaphs at me….

    I do not react… neither does Tom…..

    And within seconds there are MP’s all over the place and some regular police too…..

    “Sorry about that” says some MP….”they usually don’t get here until about 10 or so”…as if that explains way they did what they did…

    We still do not react…..

    As I look back on it…. I think that we didn’t react because they were not armed and they were our own people……if that had happened back in the black hole…… I think we might have shot them and laughed about it…..we WERE armed!!!! Both of us had pistols on us…..(but that is another story….)

    Another MP produces a handkerchief and starts to clean my uniform… I stop him…..I didn’t like to be touched by strangers…….he is a private and I am a Sergeant.. it would be unseemly …..

    He and the other MP’s are still apologizing ….

    “Its OK”.. we say..

    Tom and I say nothing more….. we know that this is goodbye… but we must get on with it…

    He takes the taxi to the train station…

    I take a taxi to the airport…..

    At the airport….. I find the restaurant that access the chit for the meal….. and after a few minutes I decide that I don’t want it…. So I look around and spy a table that has about six privates sitting at it, and they are talking about what Vietnam might be like….. I gather that they are about to find out…..

    I walk over to them and ask “you guys going to Vietnam?”

    The table bursts with unexpected activity as they all…as one…. Stand to attention…. I forgot….I am a sergeant….and wearing a combat patch now…..

    “Yes Sir Sergeant… we just got here and are waiting for a shuttle bus to Travis”….

    “I am NOT a sir and here is chit for a steak dinner…. Use it soon….and ….”

    I start to say “good luck”…. but it sticks in my throat…..luck …..I must have it…. Because I am not dead….but their luck may be quite different then mine…..so I say….

    “fight well”….

    I turn and leave… not looking back…

    I find an airline that is going home….

    Luck…..

    Luck again stands too for me… a flight is ready to leave and there is almost no one on board…

    Just me…. And five young stewardesses!!!!….and one of them was the spitting image of a girl friend that I had once up in Massachusetts…..(but that is a different story)

    I do get waited on hand-and-foot and I notice that the air smells fresher….. after the morning breakfast is served…..I spent time with two of the girls……now I can smell the girls…..the odor is still fresh in my minds-eye….it relaxed me….

    And I forgot all about the Hippies…

    The war….

    The Army…

    And flew home……..to new and unusual things, that I had not seen, heard, smelled for three long years….

    Home…..

    The “Baby-Killer” returned home……

    My brother??? Well… he divorced that Bitch many years ago… remarried and has two great kids…and he was here just recently to visit with our mother…who is dying…..he knows that he may never get another chance to see her again…He is no longer a young hippie anti-everything….he is older…pressed down by time…and so very sorry for those hurtful words so long ago…..

    I had forgotten his words…he was guided by the mind of a evil creature and he was an easily lead sheep to boot!!!…..

    It was the words spat at me upon my return that I have never forgotten…

    Now, after 35 long years… I forgive them….. but I have never forgotten it….

    But.. as I have said before……that is a different story……



    Out….
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  2. Logansdad

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    Thank you for your service !...don't now quite what else to say
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    I was in uniform, Navy 71-79. Never went to VN, but remember the time well. The hate for the service men & women who served. You were looked down upon like rabid dogs. The young hippies, if you want to call em that, thought they had every thing figured out.

    Also remember all the young soldiers, sailors, marines airmen who came home for their last journey. And those that were left over there as POW's or MIA's. Only respect they got was from their service and family. I still salute them!

    It was a sad time in our country's history and it should never be allowed to happen again.

    Thanks Guys and Gals for your service.
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    Mithrandir, your narrative leaves me with a lump in my throat and an emotion in my heart that I can't seem to put into words. Thank you for sharing your story, and thank you for your service to this country.
  5. Hope 69/70

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    Wow!

    Mith, you brought back many memories and you still know how to hold a captive audience.......Excellent Story! Excellent memories?.......well, yes and no. Sad?.....you better believe it.

    It still continues to pull at my heart but then I stop and remember those who did not come home with us. So many young years were lost and we came back far older and I hope a lot wiser.

    Always enjoyed the memories of the escapades that you and Rundels had. Great stories and I do hope you continue to write those stories and give others the chance to know about the life and times of the two Army buddies, Mithander and Rundels.

    Very sorry to hear of your Mothers illness. We here on the board will keep you in our thoughts and prayers.

    Take Care Mith and please return when you get the chance. If you need us, you know where we are at.

    Thank You for the post!


    Hope
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    I echo the thoughts and comments of Hope---Mith, you need to tell us stories like that now and then---we get too complacent with the way things are here in retired life, and forget how they were back in those 'tangled times'. May I have your permission to pass this story along, exactly as you have written it---I await your reply at rooterjohnw@msn.com . Thanks a lot. Wilborn
  7. Mithrandir

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    To those of you who have expressed a thanks for my service…..

    I appreciate your thanks…

    But “thanks” needs always to be remembered to those I…and many before me left behind in the mud and stink of far off and evil places in Liberties name..

    If you don’t know what to say… say nothing…and offer a prayer in remembrance of those lost ones…

    and to those who have not yet gone.

    Especially them….

    ………………………..

    Rooter….Anything I post on this site is for all of you… and my mental stability…..without my God, my family, my country and this site….. I have nothing.. do with it as you will…………. just never forget….

    THAT is what I really fear now-a-days…… no one remembers the Alamo, Midway, Wake, Pearl Harbor, Belleau Wood and a thousand other places and times that forged us as a nation. You hear or read nothing about who we were and why we, as a nation, did things. Nor of what we stand for and why…all you ever hear/read is that we are evil, imperialistic, grasping, greedy, our Constitution is a “Living document” that needs to “change with the times”.. and so forth….

    Sorry…got carried away… you get the picture I am sure..

    Out…
  8. 4 eyed six shooter

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    Mith,
    Thank you and all those who are no longer with us to thank. Please remember that there were many of us who did not spit on our brave military men and woman. We held you in a place of honor and still do. It's the old silent majority thing. Those who chose to dishonor you, the others and our country have no idea of how much hurt they caused. My father was in Nam 3 times and received much of the same as you did upon his return home.
    I am glad that you are able to forgive and am sorry that you can't forget.
    I will never know the horrors that you experienced, but I thank God that there are men and woman who chose to stand up for what they belived in.
    My American flag is put out every day to honor every American who ever fought to give me the freedom that my family and myself enjoy today, those who are still with us and those who are not.
    May God give you peace in your heart, You are not forgotten. John K
  9. Admin

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    Mith,

    I echo what everyone else has said, good to see
    your posts again.

    Also,

    I've updated your post count to where you left off
    at our Ez location.

    Good on ya Mith!

    JD
  10. Mithrandir

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    thanks for the encougement guys.....

    you may live to regret it!!!:D



    out...
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    I/We doubt that---try us on---keep telling us stories Mith---someone sore=ass may take offense, but we'll be on them like gray paint on a navy bulkhead!!! Chief
  12. Hope 69/70

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    Mith......By the looks of the board, it looks as if everyone is on Stand-By waiting for your posts.

    Don't worry about us regretting it........what Chief is politely trying to say is........."if we don't like it, "You" will be the one painting that bulkhead.".....LOL

    (Teasing you Mith)


    Everyone have a good day!


    Has anyone heard from berto???


    Hope
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    Yes, indeed, mith.
    It's great to see you back posting your memories for us again!
    I've been scarce myself what with travelling and dealing with my 16 yr. old son. He's living with me now and we're getting to know each other.
    Thanks again for that wonderful telling of that experience. It brought back memories of my outprocessing at Oakland Army Base in '71.

    Thanks again,

    berto
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    "Traveling & dealing with a 16 year old"....

    hhhuummmmmmmmmmmm...

    been there ..did that....

    and NOW.. you know why some species eat their young!!!!




    out....
  15. rooter

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    Sir, I have rec'd much response to the story I requested your permission to send around to my friends and contacts---The Baby Killers. You make a good point above about what some species do to their young---around the farm cats for instance, just happened---they kept the barns, silos, and granneries (sp) free of vermin such as rats, mice, skunks, etc. They were not pets---didn't belong to anyone, and the only human contact was offering them a big feed pan at milking time. Sometimes the old Tabbies would have their litters in a manger feed box---often the old Toms would get to the litter and tear their throat out---for us young farm kids it become a fact of life---if some city visitor would experience those occasions on a farm visit, they would simply be overwhelmed. I bring that example up to you now because that is how many of those I sent your story to were when they'd get back to me---OVERWHELMED !!!! Sometimes these facts in history are not talked about or tought in our schools----we remember back almost 4 decades ago when the Beat Generation run amuck and the returning warriors were not greeted on rose petal covered paths but to have shit and foul epitaths screamed at them.
    Just a thought Mr. Mith--just the mind meanderings of an old farmer--an old veteran--- a proud American. Wilborn
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