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Monday, July 16, 2007

Today For The First Time . . .

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Today for the first time someone on TV said they weren’t around for the end of Vietnam . . . If that’s a case for staying in Iraq, it’s a poor case. I remember . . . The departure was quick. Equipment of all sizes and price was dumped off ships, jeeps, tanks, helicopters were splashed into the ocean.

Maybe not a great statement but maybe why we went into Iraq in the first place . . . The youth of America, never lived through the horror of Vietnam. I’m talking about the nightly body counts, Mai Lai massacre, tet Offensive, carpet bombing, the draft, campus riots and the like . . . They don’t remember, the rape, pillage and burnings. They don’t know the pain of war . . . And we judge those that do, why?

I believe the bar stories to be true, though not many are talking.

If a Viet Cong didn’t talk, they said he jumped out of a Huey, 3000 feet free fall. And fragged or friendly fire was not something to be sought . . . If it happened to you and you lived, you quickly had an attitude shift. Maybe you never received those orders after all. A quart of the Jack or any other means to forget, that’s war.

No I was never there, but I believe the stories . . . There were just too many to discredit. Atrocities . . . Someone told me he was one of 450 Special Forces dropped into Cambodia, that’s when Nixon said we weren’t there. Anyway, his brother went with him. He said, without my brother, I wouldn’t be here. He claimed the fighting was hand to hand all the way. Both made it back, just two of a mere 150 remaining men.

Then there is the story of the medics that were separated from their squad. When they found them they were still alive, begging to die . . . Later that night the squad went out on a little avenge hike. They rigged claymores along a trail and waited . . . They didn’t have to wait long.

I’m against war, I will always be against war . . . War is never righteous, war is just death and dying. We weren’t proud of Vietnam, we won’t be proud of Iraq.

And next time, maybe the draft would keep war out of politics? If your kid was the first to go, would you vote for war?


Dan Hanosh
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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Remember Always, The Brave Few . . .

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A bust of Abraham Lincoln sits on my desk. For Americans he has been a voice of the righteous . . . And I wonder if we’ve created a façade in the image of a demigod in which no man could possibly attain? Who is this president? Who is any president for that matter?

The last six years have been an awakening for me. I have learned truth as it unfolds, not just what those that make policy want me to believe. Many of us act as though our image has been shattered, maybe it has or maybe it’s been brought out of the shadows and into the light.

There’s always someone to righteously justify our policies. On this most revered 4th of July, Americans taste distain or they taste a righteousness made by an act of our president. Right or wrong, somehow it carries a numbing effect. The man at our helm doesn’t seem to believe in our laws, our constitution . . . It saddens me.

This country was not founded for a handful of politicians to fight over and divide. Our founding fathers those first Americans came to start over, they came fleeing tyrannical government. They came for freedom. Freedom never comes without a fight, so many have died, to keep us free, so many have died for misguided policies.

I feel the disappointment too, but we must come together and celebrate our freedom, we must remember those that gave it to us. We must remember always, the brave few . . .


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights


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