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I didn’t learn until last year at 37yo that my father was in Vietnam. Growing up he’d not only told me he was never in Vietnam, but said he’d only served in the navy (which was true, except it was 10 years later). He just mentioned it casually, and when I inquired he admitted that yeah, he had been in the ninth infantry during Vietnam in 1969, serving as a tunnel rat. He said he was only there for about a year, when I asked why he said he’d been shot. He won’t tell me the whole story but he just said he went into a hole one day that wasn’t empty. I said as respectfully as possible bc if the sensitivity : “Well, you’re here. So, does that mean the enemy didn’t make it out of the tunnel?” He just replied “yes.” I didn’t prod for more detail bc it was obvious, seeing as I was only learning of this after nearly four decades as his son, that it’s something that really bothers him.
He told me he knew he would end up being drafted so he volunteered, thinking/hoping he’d be sent to Germany as was the rumor at the time, and ended up in Vietnam. 17yo, months before his 18th birthday, my father was entering enemy tunnels armed with nothing but his bayonet and pistol. My grandparents never found out. He never told them he enlisted, served in the same infantry regiment as his father had in WWII, had been shot and awarded the Purple Heart among other metals. None of it. They both died never knowing my dad had served in the Vietnam war.
I’ve been VERY fortunate to have a wonderful and extremely close relationship with my dad my whole life. Everything he (and my mom) ever did as a parent was to make sure my sister and I were happy and had fun and fulfilling lives - which we did/do. I’ve always respected my dad, but when I learned this story I was both stunned and in awe. To me he is a genuine hero, yet he feels so much shame. I try to remind him regularly that he survived the most dangerous job in modern military history and should be proud for his service bc I certainly am.
Btw, he had also joined the navy in 1981 to work as a sonar technician on nuclear submarines. He was injured on the sub and sent home. All he’d done and he was done in by two morons playing cards on the top bunk - over the weight limit - and onto my father’s back. Permanent damage done yet he’s never received a dime from the army or the navy for his service in either branch.
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Weird answer: Southeastern Massachusetts
My back yard was literally inhabited by paleo Indians 10-12,000 years ago and was inhabited straight through to modern woodland during colonial times until my ancestors “purchased” the same property I live on today 375 years later.
My yard: _Bear Swamp Site I & Site II, 1969, published in Bulletin of the Massachusetts Archaeological Society, Vol. 30 by Arthur C. Staples and Roy C. Athearn
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Few hundred feet away, just over a small river: Boats Archaeological Site, 1965, Bulletin of the Massachusetts Archaeological Society, Vol. 26, Bulletin of the Massachusetts Archaeological Society, Vol. 26
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I didn’t learn until last year at 37yo that my father was in Vietnam. Growing up he’d not only told me he was never in Vietnam, but said he’d only served in the navy (which was true, except it was 10 years later). He just mentioned it casually, and when I inquired he admitted that yeah, he had been in the ninth infantry during Vietnam in 1969, serving as a tunnel rat. He said he was only there for about a year, when I asked why he said he’d been shot. He won’t tell me the whole story but he just said he went into a hole one day that wasn’t empty. I said as respectfully as possible bc if the sensitivity : “Well, you’re here. So, does that mean the enemy didn’t make it out of the tunnel?” He just replied “yes.” I didn’t prod for more detail bc it was obvious, seeing as I was only learning of this after nearly four decades as his son, that it’s something that really bothers him.
He told me he knew he would end up being drafted so he volunteered, thinking/hoping he’d be sent to Germany as was the rumor at the time, and ended up in Vietnam. 17yo, months before his 18th birthday, my father was entering enemy tunnels armed with nothing but his bayonet and pistol. My grandparents never found out. He never told them he enlisted, served in the same infantry regiment as his father had in WWII, had been shot and awarded the Purple Heart among other metals. None of it. They both died never knowing my dad had served in the Vietnam war.
I’ve been VERY fortunate to have a wonderful and extremely close relationship with my dad my whole life. Everything he (and my mom) ever did as a parent was to make sure my sister and I were happy and had fun and fulfilling lives - which we did/do. I’ve always respected my dad, but when I learned this story I was both stunned and in awe. To me he is a genuine hero, yet he feels so much shame. I try to remind him regularly that he survived the most dangerous job in modern military history and should be proud for his service bc I certainly am.
Btw, he had also joined the navy in 1981 to work as a sonar technician on nuclear submarines. He was injured on the sub and sent home. All he’d done and he was done in by two morons playing cards on the top bunk - over the weight limit - and onto my father’s back. Permanent damage done yet he’s never received a dime from the army or the navy for his service in either branch.
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@NORTH02 Weird answer: Southeastern Massachusetts
My back yard in Berkley, MA was inhabited by paleo Indians 10-12,000 years ago and was inhabited straight through to modern woodland during colonial times until my ancestors “purchased” the same property I live on today 375 years later.
My yard: _Bear Swamp Site I & Site II, 1969, published in Bulletin of the Massachusetts Archaeological Society, Vol. 30 by Arthur C. Staples and Roy C. Athearn
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Few hundred feet away, just over a small river: Boats Archaeological Site, 1965, Bulletin of the Massachusetts Archaeological Society, Vol. 26, Bulletin of the Massachusetts Archaeological Society, Vol. 26
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@yishnir but the Bible is so full of love and compassion, I mean seriously, read this:
1. 2 Samuel 13:11-14
“But when she brought them near him to eat, he took hold of her and said to her, “Come, lie with me, my sister.” She answered him, “No, my brother, do not violate me, for such a thing is not done in Israel; do not do this outrageous thing. As for me, where could I carry my shame? And as for you, you would be as one of the outrageous fools in Israel. Now therefore, please speak to the king, for he will not withhold me from you.”But he would not listen to her, and being stronger than she, he violated her and lay with her.”
Oh… wait. Nevermind.
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So that’s really what you’re going with, huh? The “great replacement” theory? In terms of movies/tv, yes I’ll grant you that for sure.
But if you’re one of those trying to claim whites are being replaced by non-whites, and all the vile sh!t that goes along with that fantasy story, then you’re not even worth the time it takes time to type this out. That’s some pathetic, backward, ignorant and hate filled bullsh!t right there.
So, as a white person myself, I ask you this: what the F is so special or important about having white skin? Why is it so important to you that people don’t have mixed-race children? Do you realize that in a thousand, maybe a few thousand years from now, most or all of humanity will all be one race? Your descendants of the distant future will be the same skin color as somebody in Africa and China and Australia and India and America
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If it’s a harmless story, fiction and not based on fact, then who cares? I mean, yeah it’s weird that Ariel is black, but she’s still dope and it’s just a fantasy story.
THAT being said…ehemm… If it’s a historical story m that’s based at least in part in reality and facts then there’s no place for “social awareness”. Anne Boleyn and Cleopatra were not black. Particularly in the case of Anne Boleyn, to even imply that it might have been possible for a British royal or member of court, who we know to have been Caucasian or otherwise, is lazy and teaches people immaculate, wrong things. Even if we didn’t know, it just wouldn’t have happened at that time. Period.
Anyone making a documentary and changing the race or ANY basic facts (esp to suit their own agenda), that’s just pathetic and so completely irresponsible.
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@truthseekeralways7050 no it’s cool I appreciate you asking. To your question: yes and no lol the health reasons were that I was killing myself. I became addicted to opiates and cocaine and lost everything I cared about except for family - which I’m eternally grateful for and wouldn’t be here today without. I was somebody who could go party as much as I wanted, dabble with drugs and never get hooked… until I did, somewhat by accident. I used opiates for a few days ina row, with zero concept of physical dependence or addiction (I truly believed addicts were choosing that life). After a few days I genuinely decided “ok, had my fun with that. Not using those again for a while”. Unfortunately within that roughly 5-7 days, I had used them just long enough to develop a physical dependence and that first night thought I’d come down with the flu… again, I had no concept of addiction, so physical dependence wasn’t even a thought in my mind yet. I told the kid who’s given me the opiates (for “free”) and he said I was “dope sick”, which I laughed at bc I’d never used heroin and only ate some pills. He told me to try using a small amount to see if I felt better. I did, and I did. I quickly realized I was now in need of opiates to put off feeling so violently sick… and then slowly realized I would need to do that daily bc I didn’t have the will to stop on my own. Within a year or two I was mainlining (intravenous) 300-500mg of Percocet or oxy every day, and eventually cocaine came into the mix. I was already down, but adding cocaine addiction to my opiate addiction is what really took me out and cost me everything and everyone. I had/have some amazing ppl in my life who stuck by me, despite me being a horrible person at that time, and I just celebrated 9 years drug free on 8/21.
Sorry lol I bet you weren’t expecting a book 🤦🏻♂️🤷🏻♂️
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My grandfather fought for the ninth infantry, 26th field artillery division. He saw 304 days of action in Algeria – French Morocco, Tunisia, and Sicily then D-Day, through Belgium, the Rheinland, Huertgen Forest, Ardennes into Central Europe.
He was, and I kid you not, literally on the train on his way home after having completed his time in the army. While on the way, the train stopped and it was announced that Pearl Harbor had just been attacked the train would only be continuing to the next stop for ALL men on board (who were all soldiers) to get off and take a return train back where they could be prepared for deployment.
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@Rachel.222 ok, that’s YOU’RE belief. And you didn’t have to tell me you’re a Christian to tell me you’re Christian. It’s pretty clear. Also sounds like you’re a fundamentalist. But regardless, It’s just your arrogance to think none of those women are educated enough to understand biology or their own bodies. Seriously though, who are you to tell these women what’s true or what’s a lie? Who made you the arbiter of truth? Bc let’s face it, a lot of Christians tend to have a rather skewed view of reality and seem to think their morals should be adhered to by everyone else, regardless of what they do or don’t believe. If they wanted your help or your opinion, they’d ask. They don’t. Instead they get harassed by horrible, horrible people during an extremely traumatic and stressful and PRIVATE time in their lives.
You do not have the right to instill your beliefs or your morals into anybody else. We live in a free country and not a Christian country. We do not live in a world governed by religious law, nor should we EVER be. We also live in a country where many ppl who identify as Christian aren’t particularly well educated, yet they think they know better than doctors, nurses, psychologists and medical professionals, and in most cases, the women themselves getting help.
If you don’t like abortions, you know what the best thing for you to do is? Don’t get an abortion. Otherwise, if it’s not your body, leave these poor women alone. You’re not helping them, you’re traumatizing them.
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@Rachel.222 Oh, yeah.. and no. No, you absolutely do not base your beliefs on science. You base it in Christian talking points pushed by Christian doctors with an agenda to end abortion. You either don’t know what confirmation bias is or don’t care. So no, don’t pretend you have some sort of educated stance. You have a purely, 100% religious stance. So ok. Don’t get an abortion. Problem solved. And again, your science doesn’t care too much about the well-being of the mother. And once you anti-abortion ppl get your way and force births on women who now can’t get help in some states, what do you do? Are you there to help the mother and child with finances and childcare and supplies? No. Do you adopt since you always say “so many ppl want to adopt”? No. You don’t provide support, you don’t adopt those kids that you’ve made these mothers give birth to and told “it’s okay there’s so many ppl to adopt kids”. Well, then foster homes wouldn’t be running out of space then now would they? How many children have you adopted? 3? 8? 10? How much have you donated to womens shelters and family/mothers’ support programs? I’m betting the number for both of those is ZERO. But hey, what do you care? You’ve “stopped a murder” as you put it. But you’ve also ruined a woman’s life and set a child up for failure. But hey, what’s a little systemic poverty when you’re a comfortable, white Christian? Right? Not your problem!
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