Editor’s note: Bellevue Reporter staff writer Shaun Scott’s late father Bob (Scotty) Scott was a combat Vietnam veteran who was wounded in battle in August 1968. He wrote this poem based on his experience:
For every soldier that was wounded and had to leave the field; his buddies, the pure terror of war, those are the images that will always go through their heads, no matter how long the passage of time! When you are with them, the time seems to fly by. You know their full name, their girlfriends, hometown, phone number, likes
and dislikes and their faces. It is all a blur, yet you were
much closer to them, than those who went all through
school with you. You were with them 24 hours a day
and depended on them with your life.
At the time you are hit, everything goes into slow motion
and the faces seem to be in a fog all around you. It
is your friends that have come by to see how you are
doing, all telling you that all will be fine and that they
will soon see you again. You know that this is not true!
They shake your hand, tousle your hair or pat you on the
shoulder to let you know that they are there, knowing
full well that you are on your own. They leave your side
as you lay stretched out waiting for an “evac” and go
about their business as usual, without you. Your
thoughts are centered upon living, while theirs is on the
enemy that they must face to complete their job. Your
fight is now over.
For the next few days you lost all aspect of time and
lose precious days that fog in and out while you are safe
and being treated. Your buddies are not so lucky. They
are carrying on the fight that you are unable to do. They
talk of you to one another from time to time and when
every new man comes into your company, they are told
of you and how to avoid what happened to you. You
wonder where they are, who’s on point, who’s on ambush
and who is on LP.
Some friendships made in war last a lifetime! Yet, there
are others that have slipped away. Neither can remember
who was with whom. You can’t remember the face
that saved your life, their names are erased from your
memory. Only sometimes when you meet with one of
your buddies, can you both recall certain people that
you depended upon. More than likely, you lose all contact
with those and have no way to re-establish that
contact. Until now. Some, sadly, do not wish to be en -countered.
THAT IS SAD!
To all of us, it sure would be nice if we tried to reestablish
those bonds of years gone by. Not to glorify
time, but to say THANKS to those that served with us
and became BROTHERS-IN-ARMS.