An OpenLetter to Anyone Who Served in Viet Namby JulieWeaver


Thirty-eight years have gone by after the last U.S. combatunit left the war zone South Viet Nam.Piece by piece, the truths about the warin Viet Nam surface proving that popular myths such as the VN War was immoral,VN Veterans were baby killers etc…were products of distortion fabricatedby the liberal news media, Hollywood and supported by some politicians to suittheir own agenda.It was the abovereferenced entities that betrayed the VN Veterans, those who honorably servedin Viet Namto help my birth country in our legitimate self-defense.

But “True Gold Fears No Fire” my dear Americanbrothers-in-arms.I am extremelyhappy to pass this touching “AnOpen Letter to Anyone Who Served in Viet Nam” to you as a Happy NewYear present.This letter waswritten in 1991 by Julie Weaver of Burleson, TX.

I wish to take this opportunity to thank Ms. Weaver for her honestyand understanding to write this meaningful letter.

Happy NewYear to all my brothers-in-arms.



Dear Hero,

I was in my twenties during the Vietnamera. I was a single mother and, I’m sad to say, I was probably one of the mostself-centered people on the planet. To be perfectly honest…I didn’t careone way or the other about the war. All I cared about was me—how Ilooked, what I wore, and where I was going. I worked and I played. I was neverpolitically involved in anything, but I allowed my opinions to be formed by themedia. It happened without my ever being aware. I listened to the protest songsand I watch the six o’clocknews and I listened to all the people who were talking. After awhile, I beganto repeat their words and, if you were to ask me, I’d have told you I wasagainst the war. It was very popular. Everyone was doing it, and we never sawwhat it was doing to our men. All we were shown was what they were doing to thepeople of Vietnam.

My brother joined the Navy and then he was sent to Vietnam. When he came home, Irepeated the words to him. It surprised me at how angry he became. I hurt himvery deeply and there were years of separation—not only of miles, butalso of character. I didn’t understand.

In fact, I didn’t understand anything until one day I opened my newspaper andsaw the anguished face of a Vietnamveteran. The picture was taken at the opening of the Vietnam Veterans Memorialin Washington, D.C. His countenance revealed the terribleburden of his soul. As I looked at his picture and his tears, I finallyunderstood a tiny portion of what you had given for us and what we had done toyou. I understood that I had been manipulated, but I also knew that I hadfailed to think for myself. It was like waking up out of a nightmare, exceptthat the nightmare was real. I didn’t know what to do.

One day about three years ago, I went to a member of the church I attended atthat time, because he had served in Vietnam. I asked him if he had beenin Vietnam,and he got a look on his face and said, “Yes.” Then, I took his hand,looked him square in the face, and said, “Thank you for going.” Hisjaw dropped, he got an amazed look on his face, and then he said, “No onehas ever said that to me.” He hugged me and I could see that he was aboutto get tears in his eyes. It gave me an idea, because there is much more thatneeds to be said. How do we put into words…all the regret of so manyyears? I don’t know, but when I have an opportunity, I take…so here goes.

Have you been to Vietnam?If so, I have something I want to say to you—Thank you for going! Thankyou from the bottom of my heart. Please forgive me for my insensitivity. Idon’t know how I could have been so blind, but I was. When I woke up, you werewounded and the damage was done, and I don’t know how to fix it. I will neverstop regretting my actions, and I will never let it happen again.

Please understand that I am speaking for the general public also. We know weblew it and we don’t know how to make it up to you. We wish we had been therefor you when you came home from Vietnambecause you were a hero and you deserved better. Inside of you there is a painthat will never completely go away…and you know what? It’s inside of us,too; because when we let you down, we hurt ourselves, too. We all knowit…and we suffer guilt and we don’t know what to do…so we cheer forour troops and write letters to “any soldier” and we hang out theyellow ribbons and fly the flag and we love America. We love you too, even ifit doesn’t feel like it to you. I know in my heart that, when we cheer wildlyfor our troops, part of the reason is trying to make up for Vietnam. And while it may work for us, it doesnothing for you. We failed you. You didn’t fail us, but we failed you and welost our only chance to be grateful to you at the time when you needed anddeserved it. We have disgraced ourselves and brought shame to our country. Wedid it and we need your forgiveness. Please say you will forgive us and pleasetake your rightful place as heroes of our country. We have learned a terriblypainful lesson at your expense and we don’t know how to fix it.

From the heart,

Julie Weaver
237 East Gatewood Circle
Burleson, Texas 76028-8948

(817) 295-6287

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