This article hit the front page of the Galipolis Daily Tribune on November 8,, 2019. The on-line edition also featured the article as "Reflecting on Vietnam 50 Years Later" at
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John Stapleton of Crown City, Ohio |
John Stapleton is one of the 2.64 million Vietnam veterans (9.7% of their generation) who made it home after their
Vietnam experience. However, 58,479 American soldiers were brought home in coffins.......imagine a sellout crowd at a major college stadium giving their all for our country. Less than 800,000 remain, all over the age of 60, They did not want to go to Vietnam; our country sent them there and they obeyed. To them all we owe an eternal debt of gratitude.
John Stapleton of Crown City in the foothills of Appalachia in southeastern Ohio, like many of his former comrades in arms, still suffers from PTSD and other wounds, such as from Agent Orange 50 years after fighting for our country. They didn’t know what PTSD was then. When a fire cracker goes off or a car backfires, his instinct is to dive for cover.
He still feels very uncomfortable in crowds and wakes up at night from the slightest noise. John Stapleton often relives the experience in flashbacks and his mind is never quite right. According to Bill Mangus, the commander of the local VFW, "it’s very common for a Vietnam veteran to sit in a restaurant with his back against the wall to have a clear view of the entire room in case of trouble".
John Stapleton of Crown City in the foothills of Appalachia in southeastern Ohio, like many of his former comrades in arms, still suffers from PTSD and other wounds, such as from Agent Orange 50 years after fighting for our country. They didn’t know what PTSD was then. When a fire cracker goes off or a car backfires, his instinct is to dive for cover.
He still feels very uncomfortable in crowds and wakes up at night from the slightest noise. John Stapleton often relives the experience in flashbacks and his mind is never quite right. According to Bill Mangus, the commander of the local VFW, "it’s very common for a Vietnam veteran to sit in a restaurant with his back against the wall to have a clear view of the entire room in case of trouble".
Today, although officially disabled,
John Stapleton started up his own business, restoring and selling salvage
cars. He’s a great mechanic and gardener. John and his wife Karen have nine adult
children and numerous grandchildren.
A
Job to Do. As an Army Sp
5 in 1969, this 21 year old young man was responsible for repairing surveillance
OV-1 Mohawk aircraft, equipped with infrared cameras, on an airfield cleared in the jungle
and keeping them in the air. The runway
was constructed of steel planks and the base was operated by some 200 men. The base, some 10 miles from Battalion Headquarters,
consisted of a tower, bunkers, barracks, etc.
He would have to take his turn at perimeter guard duty because their
small airfield and repair center was a prime target for an ambush.
Sp
5 John Stapleton works on the top of an aircraft. Soldiers often worked shirtless in the humid jungle heat.
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Taking
a break from repairing an aircraft. Sp 5
Stapleton is on the right.
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Sp 5 John Stapleton at his base in the jungle. |
Like thousands of other soldiers who
survived combat conditions, John Stapleton brought Vietnam back home in his
head. He can never really get away from the jungles of Vietnam. In 1995 about 26 years after his Vietnam
experience, John Stapleton wrote the following poem.
As
we fly above the bomb scarred land,
the pilot says: “Welcome to Vietnam.”
As
they open the gates to hell,
we hear the sounds that we’ll know so well.
As
we ride on the bus to Long Bihn,
I wonder: “Will I ever see home again!”
As
the mortars explode and sirens wail,
it’s just another night in hell.
As
the cobras do their mighty dance,
the mini guns blaze a shower in the sky;
the rockets fly and more gooks die;
machine guns fire and mortars too.
Thirteen
GIs are dead when it’s through,
many more crippled and maimed;
their
lives will never be the same.
This
is not a war, so I’ve been told.
I’ll
tell you that line is getting old.
They
stole my mind; they stole my soul.
I
wonder: “Will I ever again be whole?”
I
finally made it through a year; and then
as the plane takes us back to Long Bihn,
they are shelling us again and again!
God, let me make it to another day,
cause tomorrow I’ll be on my way
to the land we call the USA.
As
we land on American soil,
I thought I’d never see that place again.
But
after all these years, to my dismay,
I see it every night and day.
The
battles on and on they rage;
my young soul will forever walk that land
until God calls me home again
from that hell called Vietnam!
SP 5 John Stapleton
Written in 1995.
Appendix
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_War
- A short history of the Vietnam War.
https://www.history.com/topics/vietnam-war
- Vietnam War Dates and Timeline.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tNTh6KlXXU - Short Documentary History.
https://www.usna63.org/tradition/history/SoberingVietnamVets.pdf - 2016 Statistics on the Vietnam Veterans.
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