And the Blue Angels are coming back to scare the local population. I remember seeing old Vietnamese women ducking under the benches in Washington Square; they thought they were back in the war.
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I returned to Vietnam in '94, and even then, all those decades later, walking around that place, I remained afraid. And, in some ways, rightly so.
I grew up with a deep belief that wherever our troops fought, they were on the side of the angels.
I carry the memories of the ghosts of a place called Vietnam - the people of Vietnam, my fellow soldiers.
We moved in to help the Vietnamese defend their country and confront the Viet Cong.
I think the new generations in America, the America's youth, no longer care about Vietnam. They don't want to hear any more about it.
Working-class, blue-collar guys who volunteered for Vietnam were ascribed certain political beliefs. It's time that this was redressed. It had nothing to do with politics. Once these men got to Vietnam, it was a matter of survival.
It's shades of Vietnam again, folks: body counts.
I wasn't for Vietnam. When I told that to the hippie newspaper, all my people got nervous.
When I visited Vietnam for Oxfam, the thing that really struck me was how the local farmers had to prepare to evacuate or climb to their mezzanines with their valuable family possessions.
By the end of the summer of 1973 I thought it was virtually impossible for South Vietnam to survive. How in the heck could they?
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