|Christmas 1967: Bunker on Hill 875 in Dak | Source: Arm Chair General|
You can’t post pictures of Christmas 1967, without acknowledging the Vietnam War. By December 1967, the number of troops in South Vietnam numbered more than 500,000.
While sourcing photos for this project, I came across a story of Vietnam veteran who held the hand of a dying comrade on Christmas Eve 1967. If you care to read it, here it is. It’s from Paul Scimone, L/Cpl., H&S co. 3rd Med. Bn., Phu Bai, RVN.
“I wouldn’t want to die that way — not on CHRISTMAS EVE! I held his still warm hand and began ‘talking’ softly to him, telling him it was okay to let go … head for the light … anything I could think of that would be appropriate to tell a dying man…
“We packed him off to Da Nang Air Base that day. I have no idea what happened to him after that, but he still had strong vitals when we put him on the med-evac. I wish I could have remembered his name. I’d promised him I would let his folks know that he wasn’t alone on what I believe was his last Christmas Eve. Like so many other promises I’d made to myself or others ( keep in touch, etc.), once I left ‘Nam, all was nearly forgotten. Do we want it this way?
“My memories of ‘Nam come to me in the form of dreams and nightmares. I find myself trying to escape from a bodybag, or trying to scream out that “I’m not dead!” No one ever hears me…”