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Remembering....
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Tommy & Carol Barnes
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They carried P-38 can openers and heat
tabs, watches and dog tags, insect repellent, gum, cigarettes, Zippo
lighters, salt tablets, compress bandages, ponchos, Kool-Aid, two or
three canteens of water, iodine tablets, sterno, LRRP-rations, and
C-rations stuffed in socks.
The carried standard fatigues, jungle boots, bush hats, flak
jackets and steel pots.
They carried the M-16 assault rifle.
They carried trip flares and Claymore mines, M-60 machine guns, the
M-70 grenade launcher, M-14's, CAR-15's, Stoners, Swedish K's, 66mm
Laws, shotguns, .45 caliber pistols, silencers, the sound of
bullets, rockets, and choppers, and sometimes the sound of silence.
They carried C-4 plastic explosives, an assortment of hand grenades,
PRC-25 radios, knives and machetes. Some carried napalm, CBU's and
large bombs; some risked their lives to rescue others. Some escaped
the fear, but dealt with the death and damage. Some made very hard
decisions, and some just tried to survive.
They carried malaria, dysentery, ringworms and leaches. They carried
the land itself as it hardened on their boots. They carried
stationery, pencils, and pictures of their loved ones - real and
imagined. They carried love for people in the real world and love
for one another. And sometimes they disguised that love: "Don't mean
nothin'!" They carried memories. For the most part, they carried
themselves with poise and a kind of dignity.
Now and then, there were times when panic set in, and people
squealed - or wanted to, but couldn't; when they twitched and made
moaning sounds and covered their heads and said "Dear God" and
hugged the earth and fired their weapons blindly and cringed and
begged for the noise to stop and went wild and made stupid promises
to themselves and God and their parents, hoping not to die.
They carried the traditions of the United States military, and
memories and images of those who served before them. They carried
grief, terror, longing and their reputations. They carried the
soldier's greatest fear: the embarrassment of dishonor. They
crawled into tunnels, walked point, and advanced under fire, so as
not to die of embarrassment. They were afraid of dying, but too
afraid to show it. They carried the emotional baggage of men and
women who might die at any moment. They carried the weight of the
world.
THEY CARRIED EACH OTHER.

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