I remember seeing men wearing military uniforms standing on
the street corner at The University of Tennessee. I was little then, maybe five
or six. Daddy said it was because of Hitler and the Nazis. I didn’t know what
that meant, except by the look on my father’s face I knew it must be bad. He
told me those men and women were serving their country. I wanted to be like
them.
I enlisted when I was eighteen, becoming a proud member of
the United States Marine Corps. Boot camp was hard, worse than clearing trees for
my father’s real estate business. The heat at Parris Island was pretty bad that
summer. We spent long hours out in the sun, close order drill, jogging,
marching with our field packs, and learning to fire our M-1 rifles.
I learned it well, but something else happened during those memorable
days of my eighteenth orbit around the sun. Those young men from my platoon and
I became brothers. Not brothers in the usual sense of the word, but blood brothers.
We knew in our hearts that we were bonded together for life. The day we
graduated from PI an old general stood on a wooden podium in front of the
parade grounds and told us, “You are now United States Marines.”
We were green as gourds, but it made us proud. After I returned home from active duty, I
continued to follow the troops overseas. It wasn’t long before we were involved
in Vietnam. As the years rolled by, I began to realize that something was
wrong. I knew how our military was trained, and how they maneuvered. We were
bred to fight and defeat the enemy, any enemy. I couldn’t understand why the
war was going badly, or why our men continued coming home in steel boxes if
they came home at all. So I began to dig into the politics of Washington, DC,
and the Vietnam War. What I discovered set me on a course to tell the story of
the American soldier.
War changes the men and women who serve their country. They
go away as military. They come back as veterans. No one can comprehend that transformation
unless he or she has been there. I’ve tried to write about it in my novels. Over
the past decades I’ve come to appreciate just how special our Armed Forces personnel
truly are. Writing is my way of exposing the abject arrogance and stupidity of the
politicians, while honoring our brave men and women who wear the uniform.
Semper Fidelis
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