More News From Joe About how Life was in 'Nam

Updated on December 6, 2017
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Kenneth, born and raised in the South, resides in Hamilton, Alabama. He enjoys sharing his unique perspectives on life through his writing.

U.S. Army troops take a break during a patrol in Vietnam Conflict.
U.S. Army troops take a break during a patrol in Vietnam Conflict. | Source

This narrative has been long and sad in coming to fruition. Not every slice of my personal life is of a comical fabric. Oh, how I wish that I had been born (a) Red Skelton, Milton Berle or Charlie Chaplin—and I know that even these Masters of Comedy shed their fair amount of secret tears, but on the outside, oh, how they made the masses laugh and forget their life’s miseries. And taught people (like me) how to laugh. Thanks. (Kenneth).

About the time of 1970, I was 16, not that much in or out of love and yes, I had become frozen with the fear of having to go to war in Vietnam which was a common fear shared by every teen male in my area and state. Funny thing about fear—it has no bigotry, racism, or heart. If you think I am joking, go ask the late James Earl Ray. That should sober you out of your sudden laugh.

Again, about the time of 1970, and during my fear of fighting in Vietnam, another change in our country was creeping about on Little Greed’s Feet. One of the nation’s most-stable of industries, the textiles, were being sold from underneath their foundation and sold, mind you, for a cheap price, for foreign countries to make money from the textile workers and starve the unions. This is no exaggeration. Do you remember NAFTA? This was the so-called “North American fair trade agreement” championed by then-President William Jefferson Clinton and then Sen. Bob Dole among others. This “agreement” stated that America’s textile workers and regular citizens would profit from the overseas textile work in wages and new jobs. And still in 2017, you and I are still waiting for these things to happen.

My mom, God bless her soul with rest, worked with another down-trodden soul, Mae Collier, from Beaverton, Ala. Mae had one son, Joe, and during one night in 1970, I recall it being on a Thursday, I had the eye-opening pleasure of meeting and listening to Joe sit in his car and tell me what Vietnam was really like since he was now a veteran of one tour of duty in that God-forsaken land as I saw it back then. Don’t misinterpret. Joe, in my first impression which I have to say, was lasting, was super-intelligent—for I found out that any man, woman, or beast who can talk over 70 WPM (words per minute) is either on speed or very intelligent. Joe never confessed of taking speed.

It wasn’t as much as what Joe was talking about as it pertained to each of his topics that he somehow was just aching to share with me, it was in the style and tone of his talking that kept me hypnotized. I tell you the truth. Joe, I began to think in myself, if he had lived in the 1800s, would have been a multi-millionaire for being a snake oil huckster who preaches The Gospel while his supply of snake oil is being replenished. Joe was a natural at selling, but he was not really selling me on how life was in Vietnam, he was just filling in the gaps that I had about going to and fighting with the Army against the Viet Cong.

Before I get ahead of myself, Joe and a few of his Beaverton bud’s, (“redneck bullies,” Joe referred to them) knew that their Draft number was coming up, so they did the smart thing in enlisting not in the U.S. Army, but The U.S. Marine Corps. Yeah. Really smart, Joe.

Joe, with that certain twinkle in his eye, said that he and his buddies rode into Parris Island, S.C., (here’s proof for all non-Marine supporters:283 Blvd De France, Parris Island, S.C. 29905) in a Marine-owned and operated bus much like a school bus and the worst thing, Joe said, was it was at dark when we arrived.

“From the time, we got off the bus, a Marine D.I. (drill instructor/Sergeant cursed us like we were dogs,” Joe explained. “We ran everywhere. And when we were at attention, the D.I. would curse us worse while calling us some of the most-vulgar names ever known to modern man—and even hit us in the “privates,” to see who was the weakest of our platoon,” Joe added very seriously.

He went on to elaborate about the six-weeks Boot Camp in Parris Island. Joe said that his D.I. told him and his platoon on the very first day of Marine service, “see that water over there? I will make you a deal. You can run right now and jump into the water and if you should make it to shore, we will not go after you. There are alligators in that stream and not one person has ever tried to make it to freedom,” Joe said. And there were those times in the “Six weeks of Hell,” Joe said, when he cried like a whipped pup for wanting to be free and go home.” This almost made me cry.

But as Joe went on to say, “The Marines are only trying to break down an enlistee or draftee to make them into a fearless fighting machine,” he said with a chuckle.

“Were you?” I asked quickly.

“Nahhh, man. It was all a man could do to keep up with our D.I. and if we stumbled either in our answers or actions, we were cursed hard and loud,” Joe stated.

When Joe finished his Boot Camp time, he told me that he did not fear anyone, not even God, and according to this “boot,” he looked the part—his six foot, two inch frame with long, blond hair and shoulders that reached to Kansas. No wonder that he wanted to join the Corps.

According to Joe, and since he had been to ‘Nam, he said, “man, I loved those ‘Fire Watches.’ The term, Fire Watch, was when a squad of guys go near the front of danger when gunfire can erupt anywhere, and take charge of their designated area.

Another thing that Joe loved about his Fire Watches was the pure freedom of picking and smoking “weed,” that grows wild in Vietnam (Saigon) the landscape. Joe said that he and his friends would stay high as possible to relax from the pressure of living from one breath to the other. Somehow I understood his fear, but not like the fear that I had in just being drafted.

Joe lit up a Marlboro and let out a draw and said, “when my friends and me left ‘Nam, most of us came back to Beaverton to find work or just raise some cain to let out the pent-up anger that the Marines had instilled in us,” he said. “we would go to those “dangerous” clubs down in Columbus, Miss., and start fights to drain out the energy that we all had when we came home.”

By now, I was almost ready to find a much-more flexible way to get past Vietnam than to join the Army or Marines for sure. You see. I am not a fighter by birth. Oh, if I were pushed into a corner and some aggressor meant to take my life or theirs, I would fight if I had to. But in Joe’s case . . .he wanted to.

When Joe’s mom was through visiting with my mom, he and his mom drove away and I never did see Joe again. I wondered for months where he would end up and always hope when the evening news came on or the newspaper came into the mail that Joe did not go to prison.

No news is good news. And today, Dec. 6, 2017, it still is.

Burial service for soldiers missing from Vietnam War in Section 60 of Arlington National Cemetery--honestly, THE ABOVE is what my friends and I feared about going to Vietnam.
Burial service for soldiers missing from Vietnam War in Section 60 of Arlington National Cemetery--honestly, THE ABOVE is what my friends and I feared about going to Vietnam. | Source

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    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, Natalie -- Hey, it is my pleasure, but remembering the fear in this time of my life was not fun. And my grand nephew is doing a Career Hitch in the Navy in Connecticut. If anything can be looked on as positive, I was the one who convinced him that when he puts in 20, maybe 30 years and retires . . .he will still be young and have a pension for life.

      Thanks for your comments and Merry CHRISTmas.

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      Kenneth Avery 

      2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Kari -- you nailed it. Fear like cannot be experienced, but God in His infinite mercy, spared me for this ordeal for I knew that I would not come back home if I had went to Vietnam. And like Korea, it was NOT a war, but a Police Action.

      I think at this juncture, I am not going to write any more things about 'Nam or this scary time in a lot of lives.

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      Kari Poulsen 

      2 years ago from Ohio

      Kenneth, I can not fathom the fear you must have felt. What a screwball time in America. I am lucky I was a child still. And it was a "conflict", not even a war.

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      Natalie Frank 

      2 years ago from Chicago, IL

      Amazing story. My oldest brother enlisted for Vietnam and he also wanted to go into the marines. My father asked him if he intended to kill his mother and then insisted he join the the Navy since it was a ground ear. So thank God we got him back when it was all over. Thanks for writing this.

    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, RoadMonkey -- I have to agree with you about the ingredients of your comment. I have a dear friend in my hometown who makes a montly trip to the VA in Birmingham, Ala., to get treatment for Agent Orange that has just about taken his last toll on his life.

      You should listen to this Vietnam vet talk about how the military when they issued Agent Orange in 55-gal. drums out in the field spraying the foliage and the squads too and did not tell them how bad this stuff really was.

      Too many ideas--too little wisdom.

      Thanks, RM, for your friendship and support.


    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      whonunuwho -- you wrote such a delightful comment that I am now urging YOU to pen what you said about the Old Navy Chief into Hub form. I mean it. I would want to be the first to send you a comment.

      Like you, I am glad now that I didn't go, but if I had went, I would hope that my fear of death would have taken back seat to wanting to be wise enough to know how to hide and where.


    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama


      Is this a first that you have written me?

      If so, welcome to My Ride, so to speak.

      Thank you for your wonderful comment.

      You are Very Appreciated.

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      2 years ago

      I enjoy reading all that you write. Thank you!

    • whonunuwho profile image


      2 years ago from United States

      Kenneth, I was fearing it too about that time. I tried to join my father's Navy but was refused due to a broken back from a football injury in high school. "Uncle Sam don't want spoiled meat", the old Navy chief said to me as I was ushered to a bus. I went on to college and taught school for twenty-five years, working with disabled kids. I was mad to be refused help I would get from serving to help pay tuition,"GI Bill".Later looking back I realized I was blessed not in going. The old chief told my parents that he would hate to think I would go to Nam and spill my guts in some lily pad pond. God bless those guys who served, my friend.

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      2 years ago

      I love your personal histories of life growing up in the South. They should all be gathered together in a book. That's what war does to people, brutalises them, means they take drugs to escape the fear of living in war and causes PTSD and mental problems for those returning alive.


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