To: American Spirit who wrote (12283 ) 9/25/2004 6:56:50 AM From: PROLIFE Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 27181 Hardened Hearts: A Vet Speaks Out September 24, 2004 By Theodore Pierce I celebrated my 18th birthday by joining the United States Army. I wanted to go to Viet Nam to fight the communists. I got my wish; from October of 1969 to October of 1970 I was in the central highlands of the Republic of South Viet Nam. Unlike JF Kerry I found the Vietnamese to be an honorable, industrious people worthy of the fight to protect them from communism. I did not see a lot of action there, but my life was in danger to varying degrees, every day for my one year tour. Now I mention this not to wear it as a badge. Not to go into my boss's office and demand his job because he did not go. I don't crow about it, brag or call people cowards for getting deferments. I only wish to put my following statements in context. I returned from Viet Nam with the normal commendations for doing a soldier's job. I received no purple heart, nor did I want one. I had no political aspirations. I wanted to be on the giving side. I wanted to provide "Charlie" with as many as possible. My tour of duty is imprinted into my memory. It rests within me and gives me strength in hard times. Friends made, friends lost; a teenager became a man in a far off alien country. A lot of my memories have now become hazy; over thirty-four years can do that. What has not become hazy is the treatment I got on my return home. I received what I call my "hardened hearts". The first was handed to me in the Seattle Airport where, in uniform; I was waved over by a beautiful young woman. After a year away from home my heart was fluttering, until she called me a "baby killer". I was hurt but I shrugged it off. My next award occurred when I was outside walking down a street trying to hail a taxi. An "Easy Rider" Peter Fonda look-alike on a Harley made a corner. I looked at him with an admiration of the free spirit he appeared to exemplify. He flipped me off and spewed expletives in my direction (from a safe distance). At this point I felt a jolt of anger, and my heart began to ossify. My last hardened heart, one of cold steel, came in April of 1971 when John "turncoat" Kerry testified that my fellow soldiers and I were war criminals committing atrocities on a daily basis. His fallacious testimony gave aid and comfort to our enemy while we had soldiers in the field and prisoners in the Hanoi Hilton. He played a major role in the portrayal of brave men as "baby killers". He established himself as the "New Soldier" as his book states, just like the new patriots who turn their back on the flag during the national anthem. The typical democrat peaceniks that despised me because of my uniform I would expect to have a disdain for the military, but now we have Senator JF Kerry wanting me to forget what he did after he left Viet Nam. Now over the years my hardened hearts have been softened by marriage, children and working hard on my own American dream. But now this patrician collaborator wants to be my president. The man who created an environment where returning soldiers were spit at and castigated as "baby Killers" wants to be Commander -in-Chief. My heart is not as hard as it was, but my mind is still sharp enough to see a lying manipulative, opportunistic, hero of the Vietnamese resistance when he reports for duty.Flush the John's. insightmag.com