Was just driving through my neighborhood, and passed a man walking down the street, no doubt getting his daily exercise.

As I went by him, we each waved. When I came to the end of the road, turned around, and passed back by this gentleman, I rolled down my window, and explained that I riding to see how cold my air conditioner would get. (Running an air conditioner with out adequate amount of Freon can damage the system) He said, as he felt the air hit him standing beside my truck, that it seem plenty cold to him.

I noticed that he had an object pinned to his shirt which was commemorating those who had served in Vietnam. I asked if he served in Vietnam, he said yes he had. I asked what the did in Nam. He told me that he did three tours because his brother was a POW, and hoped to somehow contribute to him getting home. He flew first the Cessna O-2, and then did B-52 runs over Hanoi. I guess he did contribute to his brother getting home, because it was the B-52 bombing of Hanoi that got the North to the negotiating table.

Here is a video of his brothers homecoming after spending 5 1/2 years as a POW.

If you can watch without getting a tear in your eye, you're a better man than me.

https://youtu.be/kVoXDLTb9MY

And another special, and personal POW story:

For a couple of years I wore the POW bracelet of the guy in the link below. I only took it off around 1973 because it was about to break from having been bent so many time playing basketball, I feared it was going to break in two. Until that time, I had never taken it off, not for anything.

Finally, last year, I started searching for Capt. Ronald M. Lebert. I tracked him down in the state of Washington, found his number, and called him. When he answered, I struggled to fight back an overpowering emotion.

I had worn his name on my wrist non-stop during a very singular period of my life. It was on my wrist when I got my drivers license, had my first real date including first time falling in love, my first time, well you know, and so many other first in my life, and here I was talking to that man whose name I carried for two or more years non-stop. After I took the bracelet off, I kept in in a box, I always knew where it was at.

It was a good ending to a special period in my life. And he really appreciated my call, and my show of support over those years.

http://www.veterantributes.org/TributeDetail.php?recordID=1347

And here is a video I found of his release in Vietnam. He is in center of vid at 12:09 which is where video should start.

https://youtu.be/VDuXse70Pto?t=729

These people gave a tremendous sacrifice for their country, and everyone of them upon release expressed pride in America and love of country.

I wonder if the one we shall not name, ever loved his country though. If he did, why did he wait till he got home to become a traitor?)

t make me sick to hear some panty waste college student say fuck America due to their indoctrination by leftist/Marxist professors.

I am thinking about starting a movement where these indoctrinated students can actually experience America in the heartland, and get a sense of what real Americans think about their country, despite it's imperfections. What it would be is where middle American homes are willing to take in for a short period the brainwashed souls and let them experience life, and love of country outside their liberal bubble.