My little Brother Dead in Vietnam
"Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath." —Eckhart Tolle
"Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath." —Eckhart Tolle
Ron Alexander
If we only knew before you went,
Dear Barry, however we were so
innocent.
To think that war was time
well-spent.
I would have taken you over the
border.
I would have sailed you across the
sea.
I would have made sure we were free
From our country’s blood-thirsty
insanity.
Yet there when you realized how
crazy.
You made a fateful choice not to hurt
but to help.
You courageously piloted an unarmed
redcrossed chopper
Into the heat of a battle to rescue
the wounded
and bring home the bagged-up dead.
Your comrades called your copter a
target,
And you dear Brother an Angel.
I was in training to be an officer in
the conflict.
Thankfully you sent me a warning
letter.
Don’t come over here, things are very
bad
Especially for lieutenants in the
infantry.
About the same time, I saw a
documentary –
propaganda from North Vietnam, shown
to us
in Officers’ Candidate School – why I
am not sure?
But that and your cautionary letter
convinced me
That I had rather be a private than a
ranked soldier.
The furious commander furiously tore
off my 5 stripes
And told me “not only are you going
to Nam, but as a buck private.”
Still, I felt so relieved, and
reported for my next duty station.
There I was told that they could not send
me to combat
Because of the two brother rule.
Instead they sent me
From the deep South base in December
to Alaska
There, they transferred me to the
medical corps-much
more sanity than the infantry.
I worked hard for this new privileged
military role.
And met only one soldier who favored
the war.
He was going back because of all the
money he was making there.
The rest of my comrades in Alaska all
thought of Nam as a fool’s errand.
Then came a day, thinking of dear
Barry, I lost my temper
And tore up the barracks, being
understood by my mates
Who helped me clean up the mess.
Three days later the chaplain came in
to tell me of
the solemn news of Barry’s death
trying to rescue soldiers
In the heat of the battle exactly
three days earlier.
Somehow, I knew and calmly prepared
to fly home
to help bury dear Barry – my heroic
Angelic Brother.
If we only knew before you went,
Dear Barry, however we were so
innocent.
To think that war was time
well-spent.
I would have taken you over the
border.
I would have sailed you across the
sea.
I would have made sure we were free.
From our country’s blood-thirsty
insanity.
Darlene Mitchell Davis Giving honor and love to your brother Barry; thank you Ron for sharing this beautiful loving memory and tribute. Tears are flowing. You and your family are blessed with the beautiful spirit always of your brother Barry.💕
Shel Kent That's the time frame I was there providing support from Okinawa. Things were very wild! Radio channels sounded like trucker CB with all the cursing. Sorry for your loss war is always such a waste.
Evelyn Leonard Wright Blessings for you and for your brother, Ron ...but remember, before he ever entered human form as your brother, he chose his Soul Path; ever sacred, ever powerful, despite it appearing otherwise, even now, after all these years...your brother made a powerful statement both with his life...and with his death. He would ask that you not remember so much how he died, but the joy with which he lived...as you know, there is no death, only transition. He is with you every moment, every day
Robyn Summers-Shelley God speed his love xx
I saw this film two years ago - I think I got it from Netflix. It demonstrates how the soldiers themselves were a major force in extricating us from that insane war.
http://www.sirnosir.com/the_film/synopsis.html..
Sir No Sir! - About the Film
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