I am a Vietnam combat veteran (1971). I made it out without physical wounds, but many of my brothers who I stood shoulder to shoulder with did not come home. Some came home in pieces, some came home in body bags, others came home but still even today have not come out of that god-forsaken jungle.
My son is a battalion commander currently serving in Korea after serving time in Iraq. The sacrifices he and his comrades have made are much more appreciated today than ours were all those years ago.
My thoughts, as are many of your readers’, are of State Trooper Tony Radulescu and his family, who have made the ultimate sacrifice for our community. The appreciation for his service was on clear display, and deservedly so. My heart aches over the loss his family is enduring, especially his son.
After reading the front-page tribute to Radulescu (TNT, 3-2), I eventually made it to page 11, where it was reported that two more U.S. soldiers sacrificed their lives for our country in the Afghan war. The article didn’t include their names; they probably weren’t from our community. But many from our community have stepped up to serve our country and have lost their lives, leaving behind family and friends to deal with the profound sadness and loss.
But where were the public processions, gridlock, testimonials and choreographed rituals? Were these losses of a lesser kind? I think not.