From: jewell@mace.cc.purdue.edu (Larry Jewell)
Subject: 'NamVet Newsletter, Vol.4, no.6 (4/7)
Organization: Purdue University
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1992 01:11:00 GMT

       Telephone: (712)542-3028
     
     
       LION FOUR, NAVY 3205, Sep 12-16 1990,
       Contact: Hal Wenick, 4301 N. Ransey Rd. #819, Coeurd' Alene,
       Idaho 83814
       Telephone: (208)765-2608
     
     
       USS LOUISVILLE (CA-28), Sep 12-16 1990,
       Contact: James Hamill, 819 W. Charles St., Plano, IL 60545
 
     
       USS FORT SNELLING (LSD-30), Sep 13 1990,
       Contact: Tom Mooney, 80 Sanford St., Hamden, CT 06514
       Telephone: (203)248-2981
     
     
       5TH NAVY SEABEES WWII, Sep 13-15 1990,
       Contact: Laurence Terry, 5307 Maryman Rd., Louisville, KY 40258
     
     
       USS A.W. GRANT (DD-649), Sep 13-15 1990,
       Contact: Arnold Olson, 416 E. Evergreen Rd., Lebanon, PA 17042
       Telephone: (717)273-9796
     
     
       USS RUSSELL (DD-414), Sep 13-15 1990,
       Contact: W. Singleterry, 4544 62nd St., San Diego, CA 92115
       Telephone: (619)582-1337
     
     
       USS RODMAN (DD-456/AMS-21), Sep 13-15 1990,
       Contact: Ben Winegard, 27 Heritage Ct., Annapolis, MD 21407
       Telephone: (301)268-3744
     
     
       USS TILLMAN (DD-641), Sep 13-16 1990,
       Contact: Bill Wenzel, 2185 Beaumont Ave. NW, Massillon, OH 97034
       Telephone: (503)639-0170
     
     
     


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       USS RENSHAW (DD/DDE-499), Sep 14-15 1990,
       Contact: R.C. Harrell, Rte. 2, Box 240, Mount Olive, NC 28365
       Telephone: (919)658-9239
     
     
       USS LUDLOW (DD-438), Sep 14-16 1990,
       Contact: Bob Javins, 537 Clark's Run Rd., LaPlata, MD 20646
     
     
       USS WAYNE (APA-54), Sep 14-16 1990,
       Contact: J.A. McFarland, 4305 Yucca St., Beltsville, MD 20705
       Telephone: (301)937-7204
     

















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                           Input by: Joyce Flory
               NAM VETs Incarcerated Veterans Section Editor
                    Desert Dolphin BBS - Las Cruces, NM
                              (505) 523-2811
     
     
                            An update from the
                             CENTER FOR ACTION
     
                             F - L - A - S - H
     
                                May 23, 1990
     
                  OUR U.S. POWS ARE "EXPENDABLE!"...
     
        ... according to Harriet Isom, U.S. Embassy charge
     d'affaires in Laos.  Isom, who is responsible for POW
     negotiations said, "... you do not understand.  America's
     presence and future in Indochina involves complex negotiations
     with Russia and China let alone Vietnam, Laos, Thailand, our
      Southeast Asian allies and eventually Kampuchea ... You should
     be aware that there is a greater destiny for our foreign policy
     in Asia and the POWS are expendable in pursuit of that policy
     particularly when it comes to an undeclared war."
     
     






















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                             Input by: Terry Hayes
                                 Waterloo, NY
     
     TO REMEMBER....
        AND HONOR
     
     I saw an eagle in a dream.
     His mouth was opened in a silent scream.
     His wings were torn , from his struggle there.
     His feathers worn , from his pain and despair.
     He lookedtoward Heaven as if to pray.
     God , I want to be free today !
     Free , to fly in your heavens above.
     Free to feel my country & love.
     He struggled there and no one came
     to release his leg from his captor's chain.
     He was abandoned after the war.
     He doesn't even look for help anymore.
     I even saw people in that horrible scene.
     Unwilling to answer the eagle's scream.
     It's been fifteen years and his agony grows.
     Someone have mercy , and let him GO !
     
               OUR POW/MIAs
     









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                      Input by: Kathleen Kelly, Ph.D.
                       NAM VETs PTSD Section Editor
                 The New York Transfer - Staten Island, NY
                              (718) 448-2358
     
     Reprinted from Finger Lakes Times, Geneva, NY  Monday April 30,
     1990
     
                      THE WAR CAME HOME WITH THEM.
     
     Many Vietnam veterans fight another enemy - post-war trauma
     (EDITOR'S NOTE: Today is the 15th anniversary of the fall of
     Saigon and the U.S.-backed South Vietnamese government. The last
     American troops left Vietnam in 1973, but some 450,000 veterans
     still suffer from the legacy of that war.)
     
     By BRENDA PITTMAN AND RUDY ELDER
     
     CANANDAIGUA - Marine Sgt. Danny Shelp left the bloody rice
     paddies of Southeast Asia in June 1967.
     
             It was not a time of hailing the conquering hero. So the
     22-year-old Shelp tried to come to grips with Vietnam. 
     
             But his war wasn't over. he fought a personal battle with
     the ghosts of Vietnam for the next 20 years.
     
             The casualties included his marriage and career. It was a
     time of anger, depression, restlessness and violence. Shelp was
     among Vietnam's walking wounded, suffering from Post-Traumatic
     Stress Disorder, a psychological condition brought on by his
     exposure to the horrors of war.
     
             Now 44, Shelp is finding inner peace these days, thanks
     to the counseling and other help he received at the Veterans
     Administration Medical Center in Canandaigua. But the road to
     recovery was filled with detours.
     
             Little did Shelp know in 1967 that years would pass
     before the bloody battle scenes, the visions of young men dying,
     would stop invading his thoughts.
     
             His most painful memory was the brutal death of a
     12-year-old South Vietnamese boy named Kham.
     
             "There was this little guy I used to take care of when I
     was over there," Shelp explained softly, " I wanted to adopt him
     and bring him back home with me to the states."
     
             The skinny, black-haired boy and a friend names Sam
     followed the men of Alpha Company as they made their way from one
     operation to another in I Corps, the northern portion of South
     Vietnam.
     
             "We'd always tell Kham where we were going, and he and
     
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     Sam might show up three days after we got to our objective,"
     Shelp recalled, smiling. "   They'd give us all kinds of
     intelligence goodies. They used to walk around in the villages
     and find out things like where the Viet Cong were and what trails
     were mined. We used to feed the boys and clothe them."
     
             When Kham and Sam didn't return one day after visiting
     relatives, Shelp began to worry.
     
             His worst fears were realized. Shelp's squad found Kham
     and Sam hanging from a tree. They'd been beaten to death.
             
             "The North Vietnamese regulars, not just the Viet Cong
     guerrillas, had got caught with their pants down a few times and
     they knew somebody had to be leaking information to us," Shelp
     said. "They learned the boys were tipping us off to what areas to
     stay out of and go around. 
     
             "They killed them right in front of the whole village and
     everything," he said, his voice growing softer. "I found the guy
     who turned them in. It was Kham's uncle. I couldn't understand
     how anyone could do that to their own nephew - his own brother's
     kid."
     
             A squad leader for the infantry unit, Shelp killed the
     uncle. From that day on, he grew increasingly bitter about the
     war.
     
             Shelp, now a building management service worker at the VA
     hospital, recently discussed his war experiences with a Finger
     Lakes Times reporter. A muscular man with tattooed arms, he
     talked with ease and great seriousness about his post-war years.
     
             Vietnam was the last thing on Shelp's mind when he
     enlisted in the Marines after graduating at the age of 18 from
     West High School in Rochester.
     
             "I knew I wasn't ready for college so I signed up. But I
     didn't thing I'd end up in Vietnam. A lot of my friends who had
     dropped out of school got sent to exotic places like the
     Philippines or the Caribbean, I figured I would too," he
     chuckled.
     
             The Marines had other plans. After learning he was headed
     for Vietnam, however, Shelp adjusted to the idea and was ready to
     accept the challenge of combat.
     
             I felt good about it," Shelp said.
     
             A year as a fire team leader changed his view of the war.
     After returning home and serving a brief stint training recruits
     stateside, he was sent back to Vietnam for a second tour of duty.
     
             "The second time around I was more concerned about me and
     surviving, "Shelp said.
     
             Combat-weary and emotionally drained, Shelp boarded a
     plane in Danang in June 1967 for a return to "the real world."
     
     
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             Shelp was grateful to be alive and relieved to be leaving
     the war behind. But he was far from joyful. He remembers feeling
     both confused and sad during the long trip home.
     
             "I was glad to be coming back to my mom and dad in
     Rochester, but mostly, I just wanted to be alone," Shelp
     recalled.
     
             He attempted to put the war behind him by visiting the
     Thousand Islands.
     
             "I slept on my boat, I didn't want to see anybody I
     knew," He said. I just wanted to be alone and put my emotions
     about the war in perspective."
     
             The solitude of four peaceful months in the Thousand
     Islands didn't still the rage that burned within Shelp.
     
             He tried college, entering the University of Rochester on
     the GI bill. But he couldn't cope with the anti-war
     demonstrations on campus. He dropped out after one and a half
     semesters.
     
             "Fraternity row had all these anti-war signs and other
     weird kinds of things.. The government was paying for my
     schooling so I kind of stuck out like a sore thumb - not only
     because I was older than most students but because I didn't
     socialize with people on campus.
     
             For years, unsettling memories of death and destruction
     were Shelp's constant companion. He developed a temper and was
     involved in numerous brawls.
     
             On the job side, he tried the construction business,
     doing masonry work.
     
             "If things weren't exactly right, I would blow up. I
     would throw the plans at the people... walk off the job."
     
             In 1979, at the age of 34, he found himself consumed with
     restlessness and depression. He'd lost count of all the jobs he'd
     held and quit, all the places he'd lived and the emotional
     upheavals he'd experienced. His marriage of eleven years was
     nearly over.
     
             Shelp saw a newspaper ad touting the services of a
     Veteran's Outreach Center in Buffalo. But when he got there, he
     found the agency wasn't offering the kind of help he needed.
     
             "They asked me what my problem was," Shelp said. " I told
     them it was Vietnam. But they weren't interested in that. They
     said they could assist me if I needed help getting benefits or
     getting a bad conduct discharge turned around. I said, 'So I
     don't count anymore, okay, ciao.'"
     
             His problems continued. After 13 years of marriage and
     two children, he and his wife split up.
     
             "She always tried to understand me, but it just wasn't
     
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     meant to be.  Vietnam was a good percentage of the reason the
     marriage soured."
     
             In 1983, while working at a clothing manufacturer in
     Rochester, Shelp began to experience "uncomfortable feelings"
     when the firm started hiring Vietnamese workers.
     
             "Just watching then eat their lunch, shoveling rice into
     their mouth really bothered me," he said. "By that point I had
     developed such a hatred for them because of the war. I quit
     before I did something foolish."
     
             A short time later, Shelp got into a fight in a tavern in
     Avon. He was standing at one end of the bar, holding onto a bag
     of groceries, when a patron came up and knocked the bag out of
     Shelp's hands.
     
             "I didn't know the guy and I don't know what his
     motivations were except that he had a few drinks in him," Shelp
     recalled. "ut he tried to hit me and I hit him back. Big time. I
     busted him up good enough to sent him to Highland Hospital."
     Shelp was arrested on assault charges, but they were dismissed.
     But Shelp knew he had gone too far and needed help.
     
             He went to the VA Medical Center. During weeks of
     counseling, he learned that he was suffering from Post-Traumatic
     Stress Disorder - an affliction affecting some 450,000 Vietnam
     veterans. Brought on by the trauma of war, the disorder carries
     numerous symptoms, including instability in work and difficulties
     relating to others.
     
             After experiencing some relief, Shelp discontinued the
     counseling, But he was far from cured.
     
             Shelp was haunted by guilt over the killing he had done
     in Vietnam and over the death of some of his men. As their squad
     leader, he had felt responsible for their safety.
     
             "In the military, they gear you up in training to become
     a killer, but they never teach you how to deal with it when you
     do it," he said. "They don't teach you how to deal with losing
     good friends.
     
             "And inevitably in a war there are always some civilians
     caught in the middle someplace - some innocent people who get
     killed by mistake. I guess that's the guilt that comes back on
     anybody that was exposed to it."
     
             Shelp re-entered counseling at the VA in 1985 and finally
     was able to get to the root of his pain - the memory of the
     little South Vietnamese boy Kham.
     
             It was not until he came to grips with the boy's death in
     extensive counseling with Dr. Roger Lyman that Shelp began to
     feel better.
     
             "Kham is always in my thoughts, but I am more at peace
     with them now," he said. "Talking with Roger and other friends
     about it has helped me. I've learned to accept what happened and
     
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     I feel better."
     
             Shelp said he knows lots of other Vietnam veterans who
     are still struggling with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
     
             "I tell them they have it, and they need counseling, but
     it often falls on deaf ears," he said. "And for those guys you
     just have to be there when they hit bottom. But my advice to
     others who are running through that gauntlet of memories, they
     should come here before they make a stupid mistake."
     
             Shelp said he enjoys working at the hospital and has a
     good relationship with his two children. He said his aim is
     simply to enjoy life. 
     
             And what of his memories of Vietnam? "I don't want to
     deal with it anymore," he said. "It's gone. It's history."
     
     











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                        Input by:  Terry Hayes
                             Waterloo, NY
     
                            Vets Ambushed
     
     THE WASHINGTON TIMES, PAGE A6 THURSDAY, MAY 31,1990
     
     The National Steering Committee for American War Veterans sent a
     delegation to the Laotian Embassy earlier this week to deliver a
     note. "If you'll return our POWs," the note read, "you won't have
     to hide behind police lines anymore."  The note was enclosed in a
     bamboo cage.
     
     Police lines had been set up after motorcyclists in town for the
     "Rock for Freedom" rally began riding over a large Laotian flag
     in front of the embassy. Organizers said about 15,000 cyclists
     and friends participated in the "Rock" event, and probably 300 or
     more earned special patches for participating in the "flag art"
     exercise.
     
     Following the event, a delegation of veterans took the note to
     the Laotian Embassy. Three uniformed members of the Secret
     Service escorted the small group to the door. After they had
     knocked several times, one of the delegation observed: "I just
     heard someone lock and load behind the  door," meaning he had
     heard someone chamber a round of ammunition. Then came "a loud
     explosion" behind the door and suddenly the door knob flew
     off at a high velocity. "Why don't you leave us alone?" a voice
     behind the door demanded.
     
     Ted Sampley of the vets organization said he has filed complaints
     with the Secret Service and the State Department, but hasn't
     gotten a response. He said he has the event on videotape.
     
     












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                          Input by:  Chuck Hayes
       
     A friend of mine wrote this and said I could share it with y'all.
     
     THE WALL, YOUR WALL, MY WALL
     
     I stand at the wall to find freedom
     	from the covey of hovering faces.
             	Your wives, your kids, and your stories
                    		are with me like litter cases.
     Your valor was courage in death.
     	Your families cast medals of rage.
             	The living stuff awesome visions--
                   		of stench, from 'Nam as they age.
     I worked for and in "THE ISSUE"
     	of Missing and Prisoners of War.
             	Gave speeches and sat with world leaders
                  		Boxed bracelets and pamphlets galore.
     I carried your tears to the White House--
     	your screams to the 10 o'clock news.
             	I carried your dreams to the Peace Talks--
                    		your prayers to Notre Dame's pews.
     "Took names" at the State Department--
     	"kicked tail" in the Puzzle Palace.
             	I did what it took to get answers,
                     	and daily filled buckets with malice.
     I loved my flag and my country--
     	not THOSE who left you in a bind.
             	I hated the captors of torture--
                     	not Vietnamese WE left behind.
     I wasn't "in charge" or "responsible"--
     	I chose 20 odd years on that rack.
             	I've been my own prisoner of war
                     	'CAUSE WE NEVER GOT ALL OF YOU BACK.
     So I come to this gallant gathering,
     	to salute you each in one place.
             	You're heroes without your parade;
                      	your memories we can not erase.
     Now my tears are reflected in granite--
     	I FEEL the pain and CAN leave you.
              	The freedom I found at YOUR WALL--
               		MY permission to cry and to grieve you.
                          
                             maureen smith
                             17-20 may 1990
     
     
     













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                           Input by: Joyce Flory
               NAM VETs Incarcerated Veterans Section Editor
                    Desert Dolphin BBS - Las Cruces, NM
                              (505) 523-2811
     
     " Mother still writes letters to son killed in Vietnam "
     ( Associated Press )
     
      " WASHINGTON - Elanor Wimbish dutifully writes her eldest son
     four times a year.But she never mails the letters.
     
     She leaves them beneath panel No. 32 of the Vietnam Veterans
     Memorial , where her son's name is permanently engraved in black
     granite.
     
     Wimbish , a 63 - year - old great grandmother from Glen Burnie ,
     Md. , began writing the unmailed letters to her son , William
     Stocks , after he was killed in a helicopter crash in Vietnam
     Feb. 13 , 1969. For  years , she told no one of the letters she
     wrote in the wee hours of the morning to comfort herself.
     
     But in recent years her letters have been published in numerous
     books and magazines. Next week , one of the letters will be read
     during public television's live Memorial Day , evening broadcast
     of a National Symphony concert on the U.S.Capitol grounds.
     
     In the letters , Wimbish often discusses childhood memories of
     her son and the kindness his fellow military buddies have shown
     her through the years.
     
     " This ( writing ) is my way of coping with the pain , " Wimbish
     said after leaving a letter at the Memorial earlier this month ,
     on what would have been Stock's 43rd birthday. " My son warmed
     his way into everyone's heart. He was very special. " 
     
     Stocks , nickname " Spanky " by his comrades in Vietnam , died at
     age 21.  The blades of his helicopter cut into the aircraft ,
     leaving Stocks severely  injured. He died about half an hour
     later.
     
     His body was returned to the United States in a glass - covered
     casket.  Wimbish explained that all bodies deemed viewable were
     placed in such caskets.   
     
     " I didn't have to wonder like others who only got pieces back. "
     Wimbish said , clutching her handbag and fighting back tears. " I
     hope you know I'm going home and bawl like crazy. But that's OK.
     It's worth it. It's worth it for people to know. "
     
     The letter to be read was written six years ago.
     
     " Today is Feb. 13 , 1984. I came to this black wall again to see
     and touch your name , and as I do , I wonder if anyone ever stops
     to realize that next to your name , on this black wall , is your
     mother's heart. A heart broken 15 years ago today , when you lost
     your life in Vietnam , " Wimbish wrote. 
     
     " When my son died , I wrote my pledge , " Wimbish said. " I said
     I will not now or ever let people forget. "
     
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     An estimated 200 , 000 people are expected to gather on the West
     Lawn of the U.S.Capitol Saturday. The 90 - minute TV special will
     feature actress Colleen Dewhurst , who will read the letter , in
     addition to appearances by actor James Earl Jones and singer
     Rosemary Clooney , who will preform with the National Symphony. "
     















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                           Input by: Joyce Flory
               NAM VETs Incarcerated Veterans Section Editor
                    Desert Dolphin BBS - Las Cruces, NM
                              (505) 523-2811
     
                 " Wife sees cruelty of her Vietnam apathy "
                              By Laura Palmer
     
     " Before she married one , Jennifer Trudeau's attitude toward
     Vietnam vets could be summed up in five words : " What a bunch of
     losers. "
     
     Born in 1967 , she was too young to remember the war. When she
     was growing up in Groton , Conn. , Vietnam rarely was talked
     about and barely taught in school. By the time she graduated from
     high school in 1985 , she doubts she could have pinpointed
     Vietnam on a map , but she didn't much care.
     
     " I had heard people say the vets were crybabies because they
     never got a welcome home parade. You're impressionable when you
     are young and that was my attitude , that it was all just a bunch
     of ( garage ). "
     
     As a teenager , Trudeau was a drummer with Groton's Nutmeg Fife
     and Drum Corps. Twice , while on trips with the group , she had a
     chance to see the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington. But
     she stayed on the bus both times.  She couldn't understand why
     people came back to the bus with tears in their eyes , especially
     when " it was only a damn wall. "
     
     Two years ago , Trudeau was working as an electronic beam welder
     on B1 - B and F - 16 bombers at an aerospace company in Groton
     when she noticed Terry Topham. One of her co - workers jokingly
     said she should stay away from him because he was a crazy Vietnam
     vet. But Trudeau and Topham discovered they had common interests
     , like hunting and target shooting , and soon they were dating.
     
     Gradually , Topham began to talk to Trudeau about the war. He
     went to Vietnam in 1967 , the year she was born , and served with
     the Army's 9th  Infantry Division. When he came home , he tried
     to talk to his parents about what he'd been through but they
     refused to listen. Once he began sharing his stories with Trudeau
     , he couldn't stop.
     
     " He was so happy to get it off his chest that he went overboard
     talking about it. It was driving me nuts , " Trudeau says.
       
     " One day I said , ' Please , stop I don't want to hear it
     anymore.'  I felt if he stopped talking about his Vietnam
     experiences , it would heal the wound and stop driving me mad.
     But I could see the crumpled look on his face and it hurt me a
     lot when I realized what I had done. "
     
     So , a few months later , when Topham said he wanted to see the
     wall again , Trudeau agreed to go along. They rode to Washington
     on his motorcycle.
     
     " It was strange ," she says , " because before , I had laughed
     at the wall.   Terry looked at the wall and he started to cry. He
     
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     sort of froze in his steps.  I tried to comfort him even though I
     knew there was no true way to ease the misery and pain he felt
     when looking at the names. It really moved me that he reacted
     that way. "
     
     The two of them went back to the wall after midnight , expecting
     to find the wall deserted. They were surprised to find others
     there on private vigils. As they approached the wall , one man
     embraced Terry and said , " Welcome home. "
     
     " I had never witnessed such camaraderie between two strangers ,
     " Trudeau says.
     
     The man then embraced Trudeau with the same words , even though
     it was clear to him that she was too young to have ever served in
     Vietnam. " It brings you into a very closed circle. It was almost
     like unlocking a secret , " she says.
     
     Suddenly , Trudeau sensed the magnitude of the wall's power. "
     Now when I look at that wall I can almost feel the men there and
     when I touch the wall , it's strange. I feel a sadness , and a
     loneliness. I'm kicking myself for all those years I made fun of
     it. It was the cruelest thing I've ever done. I know that now. "
     
     Trudeau , who wed Topham in October , is dismayed because she
     knows that there are many in her post - Vietnam generation who
     know nothing about the war and don't care.
     
     " It's a very valuable history lesson. I would say , ' Wake up
     and take a look at Vietnam. ' "
     
     



























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