posted on Jun, 17 2008 @ 09:26 PM
Hi ATS, ive been a lurker on the site for a while but i have never posted before. I decided to post my grandfather's story about his life in order to
honor him and his duty to my country. I dont know if this topic is appropriate for this forum, but i dont really know where else to post it, but i
geuss you could call him a government project.
He server in the airforce as an airman for a few years, just working on planes in order to support his family. As the Vietnam war started he was
recruited for a program that would disperse a certain chemical commonly known by the name of Agent Orange. It was some truely nasty stuff. His group,
The Ranchhands, would dump this chemical across jungles in Vietnam to destroy vegetation to make troop movement easier and to destroy hiding places of
the Vieatnamese troops they fought. After a while doing this, he was asked to take part in a special forces group, the name of which was never
disclosed to me. My gradfather served 2 tours of duty as a SF oprative, and has only shared a few of his stories with me during the time he was
I will now share with you a few of these stories, some of which contain graphic information and if you have a weak stomach you may not want to read
At some time in his duties, his unit was transporting a VC prisoner in a helicopter back to their base. Somehow this man had gotten a hold of a hand
grenade, pulled the pin, and dropped it in the helicopter. My grandfather reacted by opening the door, then one of his fellow soldiers kicked the
grenade out the door. My grandfather then grabbed the prisoner, and allowed him to follow his grenade out the door of the helicopter.
At another time he was in a bar with some of his mates, all the while keeping his eye on a VC officer who had drawn his pistol and begun firing it
into the floor, air, and even at patrons. The Officer was very drunk and had not noticed them yet, but since they were off duty, they had taken no
action towards him, although my grandfather said to a friend, "If that gun comes our way, im going to kill him.", apperently, the man then noticed
the G.I.'s and began cursing at them in Vietnamese, and then he made the last mistake of his life, and pointed his weapon at my grandfather. He drew
his .45 service Colt 1911, and fired one shot into the mans head, killing him instantly. He was soon arrested and spent a few months in prison until
the U.S. government convinced them to release him.
He told me a few more stories that were rather disturbing, not graphic, but just things that the Vietnamese did to there own people. He told me that
he didnt always agree with the war, but someone had to do something about the monsters that were running rampant in the country.
He was awarded 2 purple hearts, and a silver star for gallantry in combat.
My grandfather set a record for having the heaviest bench press for a man his age when he was 62. His record was 453 lbs.
He won multiple trophies for pistol shooting competitions, powerlifting and even racecar driving.
Above all else, he served his country, family, and he fought for the rights and freedoms of people he didnt even know. He is a hero in my eyes.
My grandfather died from cancer that was brought on by the handling of agent orange in 2005.
Rest in peace Papa, you will be missed.