Shy, Reserved, Proud

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It isn’t often I mention that I’m a Vet.

Only a handful of people know, mostly ‘relatives’.  When mom died, (Veteran; US Air Force) I stopped long enough to remember that she gave birth to me in an Army hospital; that my dad served two tours in Vietnam fixing the helicopters; and that two of my uncles were in the Army.Image

Always heard that those who served in a war don’t talk much about what happened. I never asked my dad about his stories, what he did or what happened–wish I had. Bet he would have only shared a little of it anyway.

There is one story that an old boyfriend shared with me. He was stationed in Vietnam and his job was to pick body parts from the trees. He said it was important to send them home with their dog tags so the family could mourn. I heard that story nearly 32 years ago and I can still see his face as he told me.He never shared much more than that, but he didn’t need to.

I have been honored to watch Native Americans honor veterans during traditional Sun Dance ceremony and Pow Wow’s. I’ve had friends tell me to take part as they raise a flag, and I always stood in the shadows. Not because I was ashamed, but because I never felt that my service really mattered. After all I didn’t go to war.

Last week friends posted about how the American flag carries a less than honorable image. That they think of racism and hate when they see it. I understand that there are some really bad people out there that use ‘america’ (lower case intentional) as a shield so they can do and say really horrible things. I don’t understand why others accept it.

So today I stand proud to be a veteran. I stand proud to speak my mind about the importance of honoring those who serve. Regardless of your political beliefs or personal stories of war, here’s a great story from Harley’s for Heroes. 

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Leading the fight is U S Marine Gunnery Sgt. Michael Burghardt, known as ‘Iron Mike’ or just ‘Gunny’. He is on his third tour in Iraq. He had become a legend in the bomb disposal world after winning the Bronze Star for disabling 64 IEDs and destroying 1,548 pieces of ordnance during his second tour. Then, on September 19, he got blown up. He had arrived at a chaotic scene after a bomb had killed four US Marines. He chose not to wear the bulky bomb protection suit. ‘You can’t react to any sniper fire and you get tunnel-vision,’ he explains. So, protected by just a helmet and standard-issue flak jacket, he began what bomb disposal officers term ‘the longest walk’, stepping gingerly into a 5 foot deep and 8 foot wide crater. 

The earth shifted slightly and he saw a Senao base station with a wire leading from it. He cut the wire and used his 7 inch knife to probe the ground. ‘I found a piece of red detonating cord between my legs,’ he says. ‘That’s when I knew I was screwed.’ Realizing he had been sucked into a trap, Sgt Burghardt, 35, yelled at everyone to stay back. At that moment, an insurgent, probably watching through binoculars, pressed a button on his mobile phone to detonate the secondary device below the sergeant’s feet ‘A chill went up the back of my neck and then the bomb exploded,’ he recalls. ‘As I was in the air I remember thinking, ‘I don’t believe they got me..’ I was just ticked off they were able to do it. Then I was lying on the road, not able to feel anything from the waist down.’

His fellow Marines cut off his trousers to see how badly he was hurt. None could believe his legs were still there ‘My dad’s a Vietnam vet who’s paralyzed from the waist down,’ says Sgt Burghardt. ‘I was lying there thinking I didn’t want to be in a wheelchair next to my dad and for him to see me like that. They started to cut away my pants and I felt a real sharp pain and blood trickling down. Then I wiggled my toes and I thought, ‘Good, I’m in business.’ As a stretcher was brought over, adrenaline and anger kicked in. ‘I decided to walk to the helicopter. I wasn’t going to let my team-mates see me being carried away on a stretcher.’ He stood and gave the insurgents who had blown him up a one-fingered salute. ‘I flipped them one’. It was like, ‘OK, I lost that round but I’ll be back next week.’

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Copies of a photograph depicting his defiance, taken by Jeff Bundy for the Omaha World-Herald, adorn the walls of homes across America and that of Col John Gronski, the brigade commander in Ramadi, who has hailed the image as an exemplar of the warrior spirit. Sgt Burghardt’s injuries – burns and wounds to his legs and buttocks – kept him off duty for nearly a month and could have earned him a ticket home. But, like his father – who was awarded a Bronze Star and three Purple Hearts for being wounded in action in Vietnam – he stayed in Ramadi to engage in the battle against insurgents who are forever coming up with more ingenious ways of killing Americans. 

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