Friday, May 23, 2025

Vietnam {2}

 My overriding conclusion, having read this book on and off over a few months, is that it was completely crazy for so many people to have died needlessly over such a long period. So many more maimed physically and scarred psychologically and enormous destruction and pollution of property and landscape.


Probably millions of Vietnamese died over decades of conflict through active participation in war, collateral damage, friendly fire, execution, torture, starvation. A horror story. Fifty-five thousand Americans died. Billions of dollars wasted. Planes, helicopters, tanks, trucks, APC's, bombs, missiles, it's mind boggling. The suppliers of all this to the war machine on both sides, right down to small arms and uniforms and medical equipment were those that profited, as were those who benefitted by corruption and misappropriation.


That it went on for so long is hard for this reader to fathom. From memory the Americans knew they were to withdraw as early as 1968. President Nixon could well be accountable for more than 20,000 American lives lost after that year, as he prolonged the war to save face and make the withdrawal of America at a time when the inevitable victory of the North would look like a failure of the South Vietnamese Government. The peace talks dragged on and on in a political farce. Huge bombing raids were undertaken on the North and in Laos and Cambodia on the supply lines when it was known defeat of the South was certain, but political public image took precedence over any rationale.


As I recall these bombing raids were initiated from aircraft carriers off the coast, or from Guam, several hours away by flight before they got to drop their bombs on the target area. Dozens of planes a day, thousands of tons of explosives, most of it dropped with little accuracy in regard to civilian destruction. More tonnage of explosives than used in the entirety of WW11. The missiles and anti-aircraft systems of the North including MIG fighter jets were Russian supplied and vehicles, tanks, trucks and light arms were Chinese or Russian.


As I said the other day, I sent the book to Rickyralph so I can't check stats. One incident that I recall was on a US aircraft carrier, I can't remember its name. There were several of these huge ships off the coast of Vietnam, from which dozens of fighter bombers took off each day on their deadly missions. Many more, bigger bombers, flew from the US base in Guam, several hours flying time from their targets. In this accident a returning plane when taxiing to its hangar storage collided with a parked plane and a fire started which quickly escalated into a major emergency. Before it was extinguished 172 crewmen had been killed, many incinerated in their quarters where they were trapped. Millions of $ damage to the ship and planes. Mind boggling. These ships housed thousands of people and carried dozens of planes. Imagine the cost of such a thing.


I don't know how many of the 55,000 American deaths were by accident or friendly fire, but it was a substantial proportion. Not only that there were also numerous homicides committed in the American forces. In the later stage of the American involvement there was a serious drug problem involving drug running on an organized scale. Some soldiers went nuts while stoned and fired on innocent civilians and disliked officers of their own creed. Take out the drugs, there were still murders of officers who tried restoring discipline and punished misdemeanors harshly by withdrawing privilege. There was one instance of a young Australian female singer entertaining troops who was shot dead on stage while performing. It was said an American marine aiming at an officer in the background missed his target. 


Australian involvement was minimal compared to that of the US but just as horrendous on small scale. More than 500 Australians lost their lives. I recall reading somewhere once where half of these deaths were the result of accident. I recall also seeing somewhere that the first National Serviceman killed had only been in Vietnam a short time, maybe a week, and was shot by another Australian patrol who mistook his for enemy. It was his first day out on patrol. Recently I learned of a National Serviceman who was Killed in Action near Nui Dat on the 17th of February 1967. Vic Pomeroy went to the same school as me (before I was there), Camberwell Grammar. His birthdate was on a marble pulled out of a barrel. He played footy for Camberwell seconds before he left for Vietnam and was a clerk for a fashion warehouse in Flinders Lane. He was 21 when he died. He never got to be a father or grandfather.


The book Vietnam concluded in its final paragraph with a question for the US. What did it learn from Vietnam? 


It answered, " Not much it seems, or we wouldn't have invaded Iraq."


I'm reading an antidote book (novel fiction) now that Lib's sister Pat sent her for Xmas, "What Alice Forgot" by Lian Moriarty. Alice fell off an exercise bike at the gym in 2008 in Sydney and woke up thinking it was 1998 with no recollection of the ten years between, nor of the three children she was now the mother of, knowing nothing of their birth or personalities or changes to herself/lifestyle. Interesting.

I did go down the river and get those blackberries on Tuesday after my post here. I felt good that night, the exercise seemed to have freed up the back. But I have relapsed, very sore now. I have a remedial massage booked for this arvo, maybe need more chiro too next week. 


    

Wednesday, May 21, 2025

A Good Rain at Last

There was a significant rainstorm last weekend, much needed by our plantations in the River Reserve. It came in the early hours of the morning following some showers during the previous afternoon and evening. The warm weather of early May that caused me to delay sending the package that included chocolate to Elvie for Mother's Day*, has left after the rainstorm. Yesterday morning was frosty. Nights are now cold.


I was caught out by the storm, I had intended to clean the spouts before the weather broke, it was on my list last week, but last Wednesday evening I hurt my back pulling a big African daisy down the river. I didn't have my handsaw and dabber bottle of herbicide as I went down to that area just to check on Cape Ivy regrowth. I hadn't been in there for some months. Yes, there was quite a bit of Ivy. I enjoyed getting it out, easy before it mats and takes over. I came across some African daisies and they were easy too, until the big old one held on. Stupidly, I keep pulling without adjusting my stance, bending my knees and gripping the stem lower. I knew straight away I'd done damage; it felt like a strain in the side across to my left hip. Walking home was most uncomfortable. I realized I'd put my lower back out.


I drove to Seaford with Gord the next day to attend to some registration payment paperwork for his purchased Mazda that he couldn't do at the PO here. I picked up a Kiwiberry plant I had ordered at Perry's Nursery in McClaren Vale on the same trip. I'd tried to make an appointment with my chiropractor here in Victor Harbor, but the office was unattended. I was put through to an affiliated practice in Bendigo who told me Friday was booked out and made an appointment for me for 3.30 last Monday. I spent 4 painful days and saw Louis Monday. He clunked me around a bit and reckoned I was fixed but would be sore for a while. Well, I'm still sore, not sure I'm "fixed", but I'm taking analgesics and trying to convince myself I'm coming good. 


In this last week I've done little, the discomfort robs you of enthusiasm for any task. The spouts will have to wait, so will any gardening. I am determined though to go down the river later today and 'cut and paint' blackberry regrowth I saw in the same area last Wednesday before I left to come home. They are only small and are easy to get at now following the months of dry weather we've had and the die off of annuals, which will sprout again with wet weather and warm towards spring, making the area hard to get into. It's close to the billabong and is moister than other places, hence the blackberries holding on reshooting after I cut and painted them last year. 


 Excuse me if this is boring to anyone reading. Somehow it reassures me that I'm not totally redundant because of my back, to write about it. Gives me feeling of still having some control and optimism that I won't be useless for long. It can be a bit scary, for all of us, that your life can change in the blink of an eye, a silly act, an accident. No matter who you are, or how old.


I forgot to mention in my last post that I finished the epic book on Vietnam by Max Hastings. I meant to write about that in conclusion but didn't get around to it. I've sent the book to Ricky Ralph so I can't refer to it in detail and comment will be from memory but again I feel a need to write on it. It will be next post, maybe this afternoon before I tackle the blackberries, as Gord wants me to go shopping with him now. Hell of a good fellow is Gord boy. Hell of a good wife is Lib gal too. It's nice to have good people around you when you are crook or suffering pain and discomfort. I had a massage by Julie from the Joyful Path last Saturday. Lib gave me a voucher for my birthday. It was a good time to use it under my circumstances. An hour of bliss. It didn't fix my back but made me feel so much better about life for a while. Then the Demons knocked off Brisbane in Brisbane on Sunday. Loved that.

*Meredith messaged me to say the package got there.



Tuesday, May 06, 2025

Flashbacks

A good thing about being in your seventies and still reasonably intact mentally, is that there are so many memories of people, places and events. Having been writing in this blog forum for nearly twenty years gives me ability to look back over those years. I rarely do. I don't feel need to. I have flashbacks in my mind every day to past events and people, triggered by the slightest thing, an object, a song, a crossword clue, a scene, a tree, a flower, something on TV or radio, I could go on and on. The flashback maybe fleeting, just seconds, or last some minutes as I indulge in a cup of tea or a coffee. Occasionally, it sends me into long contemplation that may last hours.


Mostly it's good. My memories of people are vivid, warmer in this retrospectivity than perhaps I felt about them in real time. The same about incidents, even bad ones, the pain of things I may have felt then is diminished to almost nonexistence. It's easier to recall good than bad. Pain is eased. I can think over things that happened at school, on the football field, in my employment, family situations - it's all easier to accept as part of a big evolving picture. All normal life stuff. There's comfort in the realization that I've made it here, successfully enduring whatever was thrown my way or what trauma I walked into - wittingly or self-inflicted, or unwittingly, accidentally.


With that comes an ambivalence to a lot of media. For example, all this election drama. It gives average Aussie Joe a chance to think he has some say in the direction of the nation, some control over how the country is run. I can listen to all the campaign bullshit, accusation and blaming, with knowledge that it will all roll on after the election much the same. Let me think. Menzies was PM all my early life. Holt, (McEwen) McMahon, Whitlam, Fraser, Hawke, Keating, Howard, Rudd, Gillard, Abbott, Turnbull, Morrison, Albanese. I have no feeling of need to discredit any of them. 8 Libs, 6 Labor. For all the debates and arguments, everything rolls on. From my position, of insulation by experience, I think the most important thing is care for the environment for future generations. I have no grandchildren, my time in this mortal plane is coming to an end. But when I see women (mainly ladies but also families) in the street or shops with babies or toddlers I think how wonderful life is and how grand they are to face the future with optimism. 


I hope the political entities can make it so, that Mother Earth will remain habitable for humans to live healthy clean lifestyles, so that the children and babies everywhere can reach my age and look back as I do with pleasure and happiness. And with some optimism for their children and grandchildren.