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January 4, 1967
What a great way to cap off the holiday season and start a new year, huh?
At 20 years old he died in that godforsaken jungle, and for what?
He was just a kid, a kid who thought he was doing something good, changing the world for the better, I never got the chance to ask him if he really believed any of those things, or if he just told himself that to keep his sanity.
He had a fiance, so much life ahead of him. Goals and dreams that he would never accomplish.
His letters were always optimistic. Sure he was looking forward to coming home, but there was some amazing landscapes out there, he said he took all sorts of great pictures and looked forward to showing them to all of us. It really wasn't that bad.
I was 14 when he died, and the oldest of all my siblings. Our families were very close and I looked up to and admired him like an older brother while growing up. His death was just devastating.
Throughout my life I have often thought about where he would be in his. He would be 59 years old today, he would have some kids, maybe even grandchildren.
Officially he was KIA by a VC sniper, but that's not what really killed him. It was the military industrial complex, with warmongers like Lyndon Johnson at the helm. Pride and profit over humanity and justice.
I still harbor a lot of hate for LBJ. As I have grown older I have been able to recognize the good things he accomplished in regards to civil rights and social policy. However I will never forget the blood of tens of thousands of young American men that are on his hands. He never had to "escalate" that damn war, a war he knew could never be won. And I know he occupies a special place in Hell that is reserved just for him.
I feel this anniversary means so much more this year. Here we are in the year 2007, forty years later, and that same military industrial complex is still taking the lives of young people for no good reason. There is talk about a final "surge" and "escalation." Nothing has changed except the scenery.
More than 3000 young American men and women have now died in Iraq. And for what?
I'm sure for many of these people memories of their loved ones will haunt them through every holiday season, and forty years from now I'm sure many will still feel the pain that I and countless others like myself still feel today.
But these are just the ramblings of an old guy, very early in the morning in what I hope is a new beginning for this country.
Here's to you Jimmy, you will always be loved and remembered, and I know you are in a better place. God Bless.
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