Thursday, November 11, 2004
Honor the Veterans
I honor the Vietnam veterans today. These were young men, who, at the behest of their country, picked up a gun and put their lives in the line of fire. Their courage and sacrifice is no less significant than that of any other generation.
Twenty years after the war was over, Vietnam veterans began to speak out. They were the first generation to break the silence, and tell the American people about war and how it affected them. They told us of the nightmares, of courage and fear, of the confusion of not knowing who the enemy was, of doubts about the war they were sent to fight.
They weren't the first generation to have these feelings. They were the first to speak up.
I was privileged to be around to hear those stories. In 1987 I produced a public television program about American Indian Vietnam veterans.
Here's a quote from Harold Barse, from my documentary Warriors
Indian people have recognized that war changes people. For centuries and centuries and centuries, they've known this. So when you send a person to war, something happens to him out there. But- they are not held in any low esteem. It's recognized that- these people did something that is completely against the law of the universe. They stepped into total turmoil, disruption. And they did this for their people.
I want to thank the Vietnam veterans for all they've survived. I want to thank them for putting themselves on the line for us. I want to thank them for teaching us what it truly means to be human.
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As a person who grew up in the Vietnam era as an anti-war protestor, I have been slow to see the experience of war from the veterans' points of view. Making a film with a Vietnam vet helped. This poem grew out of that work.
THE BURNING MEN
These Vietnam vets reunite every year
on Veterans Day like grim pilgrims.
The ritual is righteous: Meet at Blackies
to eat a blackened steak. Toast survival,
then march to the Wall in the dark.
Smoke pot, talk, drink beer and whiskey.
Fight off crisp flashbacks of human skin
on fire, the odor of singed hair.
Then get really stoned, until you black
out and fall down, immortally wounded.
Get up like a mortal Marine. Notice
your ghost patrolling in the Wall’s mirror.
Wonder why you're still walking point
in this total eclipse of war and peace.
You see now, payback is a motherfucker.
So walk, walk past the Wall; the farther
you walk, the farther it is to your grave.
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THE BURNING MEN
These Vietnam vets reunite every year
on Veterans Day like grim pilgrims.
The ritual is righteous: Meet at Blackies
to eat a blackened steak. Toast survival,
then march to the Wall in the dark.
Smoke pot, talk, drink beer and whiskey.
Fight off crisp flashbacks of human skin
on fire, the odor of singed hair.
Then get really stoned, until you black
out and fall down, immortally wounded.
Get up like a mortal Marine. Notice
your ghost patrolling in the Wall’s mirror.
Wonder why you're still walking point
in this total eclipse of war and peace.
You see now, payback is a motherfucker.
So walk, walk past the Wall; the farther
you walk, the farther it is to your grave.
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