Back then no one had ever thought about the mental stresses of war and there was no help for veterans who suffered from them. The fact that he played his radio loudly late into the night was probably a sign that he was trying to block out the thoughts and images of war.
I had a friend, Bruce Gunnells, who came home from Vietnam that did similar things. He would often leave his TV blasting all night, or sleep in his closet at night. Bruce caught hell in Nam.
Bruce had a buddy that he went all through basic, AIT and to Nam with. On patrol one day they were lined up along a creek with orders to advance into the elephant grass across the creek at a certain time. Then a few minutes before they were to move out the Shake n Bake changed the order and told them to stay where they were. That order change didn't get to Bruce's buddy who was the last guy on the line so he advanced at the given time....alone!
He got shot down in the middle of the creek by Charlie who was buried up in the elephant grass laying an ambush. When the kid went down he was only shot through his legs. Charlie didn't finish him off, on purpose. He laid there screaming Bruce's name begging for help.
Bruce told me he couldn't stand it. He said there was no way he could just lay there popping off rounds into the grass with his buddy begging him for help. So against orders he jump up dumped his magazine into the grass as he ran, threw down his rifle, grabbed his buddy up and ran dragging him back to the line with him.
His guys were giving him plenty of cover fire but it wasn't enough. Bruce was hit 17 times in his back, stomach and arms. His buddy he was dragging was shot to pieces, killed, which probably kept Bruce from going down or getting hit in the legs since he was dragging him.
Bruce spent over 2 years in a hospital in Japan.
Then about 3 years after he came home Bruce's best friend since he was a kid spilled beer in Bruce's mom's car one night. Bruce told him to clean it up, John told Bruce to kiss his ass. John was the kind of guy that ran his mouth a lot when he was drinking. It costs him several ass whippings over the years. But that night Bruce told John if he didn't wipe the beer out of his mom's car he'd get his gun out and shoot him. John told him to do it or STFU about it.
Fast forward a few hours....Bruce's dad, Henry, said Bruce called him that night from the police department and said, "Dad, I shot Bruce in the eye.". Henry said he thought he meant with a rubberband or something. But it was with a .38. He killed John.
Bruce went to Perry Correctional for 8 years, came home and didn't get into more trouble. But he stayed in the house or in the yard mostly drunk. Died about 6 months ago with liver problems.
War is hell!
Last edited by Mergie Master; 09-16-2011 at 12:11 PM.
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