Yesterday, I went to Arlington to visit my father’s grave. He served as a medic in Korea and died when I was three in a truck accident. I would have liked to compare memories of Korea; his during wartime and mine in the 90’s. I put flowers on his grave and, even though I don’t believe in an afterlife, I told his spirit that Mom missed him, as she wanted me to do. At least, he was spared having to find out I was gay.
From Arlington I went to the Mall to the Korean War Memorial and the Vietnam War Memorial (the Wall). I was horrifed by what I saw.
- There were many people there, tourists, I assume, who were snapping pictures of grieving folks, who were laughing and acting as if they were at a picnic instead of an area dedicated to fallen soldiers. The lack of respect for the dead sickened me. On Memorial Day, of all days, you should be as silent as church and certainly give people in pain their privacy.
2)What’s the deal with the Wall and bikers? Of the vets of WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and the Gulf, only the Vietnam generation seemed to draw so many gray, longhaired, unwashed bikers who claimed to be vets. I absolutely believe in our military and respecting our vets, but I had no idea of what to make of these middle-aged men who seemed to present themselves as objects of pity, especially the one guy in a tiger cage, dressed in VC black pajamas, and asking for donations to “help bring back our POW/MIAs.” I work with Vietnam vets and the guys I know are all well-dressed professionals with nary a leather jacket or unwashed ponytail among them. It seemed to me that these guys at the Wall might have been “wanna-bes,” men who didn’t see
combat, but pretend to experiences they didn’t have and honors they didn’t earn to get sympathy for their wasted lives. This widespread phenomenon is discussed in * Stolen Valor : How the Vietnam Generation Was Robbed of Its Heroes and Its History*, by B. G. Burkett and Glenna Whitley. I can’t think of anything more disgraceful than using another man’s blood and sacrifice to get cheap pity and a few bucks, like the guys running The Last Firebase, a long-running scam in front of the Lincoln Memorial that was exposed in the Washington City Paper.