My Purple Heart.

I am an army vet, 70-73 and spent a year in Vietnam. i was a linguist and considered a non-combatant. The closest I came to combat, really was the many rocket attacks we received Bien Hoa, We weren't really the target though, They were shooting for the airbase one click to the south. In the autumn of '72 they closed our little operation and movded us all down t to Saigon where we continued to monitor enemy movements. It was pdretty good there,
the rocket attacks were minimal at least in our area. Still, I managed to get wounded.
We were bileted in a three story building with open bays. I had a bunk on the third floor. One morning rockets were falling,nearby. We all headed down the stairs toward the bunkers and in the confusion I tripped on a step and tore a hunk of skin and meat off the back of my achilles tendon about a half inch square. It was bleeding pretty b adly by the time I reached the bunker and some of my buddies were urging me to go to the dispensairy for a bandage. Tt hey told me it could get me a purple heart since I was wounded during a hostile action. All I had to do was get it on my record. I knew they were probably right but I could not not do that. I knew they would just put a bandage on it, maybe just a band aid. I couldn't accept a medal for being clumsy. More than 58,000 men and women had died in the war by then, and several hundred thousand more had been wounded, honorably. I just felt, and still feel, that accepting that medal under those conditions would have disgraced their legacy and my own. I still bear the scar from my war injury, the army can keep the medal
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1 Response Sep 20, 2012

i was on Yankee station 5 miles off the coast air craft carrier had some fun to