Showing posts with label veterans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label veterans. Show all posts

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Destiny

Do you believe in destiny? or maybe providence, or how about fate, and of course
free will. So let me ask you, did you ever have a little voice in the back of your
head telling you that you had something to do, or something more to do, but that
little voice didn't tell you what it was you had to do. Well this is the true story of
a man that had a voice in his head and what happened because he followed that
voice. Then you can be the judge on if it was destiny or not. I also believe in free
will, that doesn't tell you whether your choice is good or bad, just that you have a
choice, to do it or not to do it. And of course, the outcome is always in doubt.

RAYMOND M. CLAUSEN, JR was his name, but if you met him he'd tell you to
call him Mike, my name is Mike, just call me Mike he would say. Mikes tour in
Vietnam had ended and he was back home, but he put in a request for another tour
in Vietnam. His mother ask him why do you want to go back, why. Mike said I have
something I got to do, I don't know what but theirs something I still have to do.

So I guess the little voice in his head was telling him where, but not what, and so Mike
went back to Vietnam for another tour. On January 31, 1970 Mike and that little voice
met head on. This is where the little voice, fate and destiny and free will converged.
Participating in a helicopter rescue mission to extract elements of a platoon which had
inadvertently entered a minefield while attacking enemy positions. Mike skillfully helped
the pilot to a landing in an area cleared by one of several mine explosions. And now we
have come to the free will of this story, because at this point Mike had to make a decision
and Mike's decision was to jump out of the helicopter and run into the minefield under
heaver fire and help carry out the wounded as other Marines would follow in his foot
steps out of the minefield to the waiting helicopter. He did this six times till all Marines   
were safely aboard, then he had the pilot lift off  Mike saved eighteen Marines that day.

And for the action Mike took on that day, he would receive the Medal of Honor. And so
the question remains, was it destiny, or fate, or providence? Well you could drive yourself
crazy trying to figure out all the what ifs. What if Mike hadn't gone back to Vietnam what
if. It seems that no one leaves the battlefield unscathed, all leave a piece of themselves
there, and in turn, a piece of there, comes here. Mike Clausen passed away in 2004,
and that one action, on that one day, would define Mike for the rest of his life, as hero.
Most every Marine who ever met Mike, liked Mike, for he was the living example of,
no man left behind.  




 

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Again They Serve

This is the story of Marines who are serving again as an Honor Detail at one of our
National Cemeteries. Semper Fi #1 is a all Marine unit of Marines not on active
duty, but serve again to make sure that every veteran, know matter what branch of
service he or she served in have a funeral with full honors. Over the years this unit
has grown, it now has three full honor details to conduct funerals. The first video is
from 6 years ago, the one after is about a year old. If this interest you and you want
to know more about Semper Fi #1 go to their website at.
http://www.tiptopwebsite.com/websites/index2.php?username=genochs&page=17

We are Marines, and this is what we do!












 

Monday, January 30, 2012

THE VETERAN

                                           THE VETERAN

At a National Cemetery somewhere in the Western U.S. when the light of day
is just breaking out from the darkness of night, highlighting the tops of  grave markers through the mist of the cool morning air. A lone figure is making his way through the head stones, suddenly he stops, bends down and picks up a small fallen American Flag, pushes it back into the ground steps back and does a slow hand salute, then continues on his way.
He's wearing an old military field jacket, a backpack filled with all his processions, a pair of camouflaged trousers that have seen better days,
an old worn out hat that says Vietnam Veteran, his hair is uncombed, uncut  and unkept, and so to his salt and pepper beard.
As he walks between the head stones he reaches in his pocket and comes out
with a tattered piece of paper, written on it is, Plot D Row 16 Grave 11.
Now at grave 11 he takes a deep breath, then takes a knee, runs his fingers
over his friends name as his eyes fill with tears. He takes off his pack
reaches deep inside and comes out with a purple felt box, inside a purple
heart medal and ribbon and a note, "I will never forget" and places it at
the base of the head stone. Three month ago he did the samething at the
Wall in D.C. under the panel where his friends name appears.
It's taken him three months to get here, by any means he could, mostly by‏
foot. In reality this journey started decades ago, in the jungles of
Vietnam. And at least a decade for him to finally fall pray to the demons
that now haunt is soul. Nightmares, flashbacks, anger, and hypervigilance   are his constant companions, and the only friend he has left is alcohol.
Now he says a small prayer for his friend and himself, stands up snaps to attention and gives a slow hand salute. Picks up his pack and with tears
streaming down his face, he heads out of the cemetery where he will either
get the long overdo help, or blend in with the nearly 200.000 homeless veterans roaming America.

Bruce Knipp