VIETNAM

ONE WEEK'S DEAD

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The text below is the conclusion of this article. It is selected from bits and pieces of last letters written home.

'I see death coming up the hill'

On the back of a picture he sent home shortly before his death near Saigon, Sgt. William Anderson, 18, of Templeton, PA., jotted a wry note: "Plain of Reeds, May 12, 1969. Here's a picture of a 2-star general awarding me my Silver Star. I didn't do anything. They just had some extra ones." His family has a few other recent photographs of the boy, including one this past February helping to put a beam into place on his town's new church. His was the first military funeral held there.

Such fragments on film, in letters, in clippings and in recollection comprise the legacies of virtually every man shown in these pages. To the smallest portion of them, even without reference to their names, is to glimpse the scope of a much broader tragedy. Writing to his family just before the time he was scheduled to return to the U.S., a California man said, "I could be standing on the doorstep on the 8th [of June]....As you can see from my shakey printing, the strain of getting "short" is getting to me, so I'll close for now." The ironies and sad coincidences of time hang everywhere. One Pfc. from the 101st Airborne was killed on his 21st birthday. A waiting bride had just bought her own wedding ring. A mother got flowers ordered by her son and then learned he had died the day before they arrived. A Texan had just signed up for a second two-year tour of duty when he was killed, and his ROTC instructor back home had remembered with great affection that the boy, a flag-bearer, had stumbled a lot. In the state of Oregon a soldier was buried in a grave shared by the body of his brother, who had died in Vietnam two years earlier. A lieutenant was killed serving the battalion his father had commanded two years ago. A man from Colorado noted in his last letter that the Marines preferred captured North Vietnamese mortars to their own because they were lighter and more accurate. At four that afternoon he was killed by enemy mortar fire.

Premonitions gripped many of the men. One wrote "I have given my life as have many others for a cause in which I firmly believe." Another, writing from Hamburger Hill, said, "You may not be able to read this. I am writing it in a hurry. I see death coming up the hill." One more, who had come home on leave from Vietnam in January and had told his father he did not want to go back and was considering going AWOL, wrote last month" "Everybody's dying, they're all ripped apart. Dad, there's no one left". "I wish now I had told him to jump," the boy's father recalled. 'I wish I had, but I couldn't."

Such despair was not everywhere. A lieutenant, a Notre Dame graduate, wrote home in some mild annoyance that he had not been given command of a company("I would have jumped at the chance but there are just too many Capts. floating around") and then reported with a certain pleasure that he was looking forward to his new assignment, which was leader of a reconnaissance platoon. In an entirely cheerful letter to his mother a young man from Georgia wrote, "I guess by now you're having some nice weather. Do you have tomatoes in the garden? 'A' Co. found an NVA farm two days ago with bananas, tomatoes and corn. You can see why the North wants it" There is a catalogue of fact for every face. One boy had customized his 23 year old car and planned to buy a ranch. Another man, a combat veteran of the korean War, leaves seven children. A third had been an organist and wanted to be a singer. One had been sending his pay home to contribute to his brother's college expenses. The mother of one of the dead, whose son was the third of four to serve in the Army, insists with deep pride, "We are a patriotic family willing to pay that price." An Aunt who had raised her nephew said of him, "He was really and truly a conscientious objector. He told me it was a terrible thought going into the Army and winding up in Vietnam and shooting people who hadn't done anything to him....Such a waste. Such a shame."

Every photograph, every face carries its own simple and powerful message. The inscription on one boy's picture to his girl reads:

To Miss Shirley Nash
We shall let no Love come between Love
Only peace and happiness from Heaven above.
Love always.
Perpetually yours,
Joseph

DISCLAIMER: Before I began this project I did a little research and found that not all of these young men died in the timeframe Life Magazine claims. Their only reference that I've found that may imply that they may have known the dates to be misleading is stating that, "The names, 242 of them, were released by the Pentagon during the week of May 28 through June 3, a span of no special significance except that it includes Memorial Day. The numbers of the dead are average for any seven-day period during this stage of the war."

Anyway, I think their intent was an honorable attempt to pay tribute to these brave men. When it comes to the sacrifices these young men gave for their country, the dates become insignificant. They made the ultimate sacrifice and deserve to be honored. I think Life Magazine has accomplished that tastefully.

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