SSGT (Army) 529-56-8403

5 Feb 1945 – 28 Mar 1971

Panel 4 West, Row 89

Hostile, Killed, Vietnam

Father: George Roger Price

Mother: Hazel Hunter

My Relation: First Cousin, Twice Removed
(which means first cousin of my grandmother)

I never met Terry.

I was not even two years old when he was killed in Vietnam, during his third tour of duty.

I asked my great grandmother, one day, “Why, in all our family history, did no one ever serve in any wars?”

Grandma took me to a little box and introduced me to Terry.

I have a newspaper article about him. He always volunteered to go back to Vietnam. He felt that as a single man, he would keep a husband and father back at home, where he could better serve his life. Terry always went back to Vietnam with bags of candy for all the children there.

I have often thought of Terry as I look at my own life and children. He was never married. He never had the privilege of being a parent of his own children. But, today, I think, that he made those children in Vietnam his own children and if he did spare a child the loss of their father, by going for him, then he holds those blessings, too.

As much as I’ve compared my life to Terry, Terry was actually a few months older than my father. Ironic that they are so close in age, since Terry is a first cousin to my grandmother.

I have always had this deep connection to the Vietnam War. I was never sure why I had this connection. I seemed to be born at a time of great strife in America. My great grandmother lost a son, a nephew, and a husband in a very short time, during my very young life.

I have a deep “music is life” connection to all types of music. I, however, find it very difficult and full of personal anxiety to listen to the music that has been dubbed “Vietnam era”. You know the songs they play in the Vietnam movies… they depress me in a great way.

I have seen many war movies and documentaries surrounding many wars of our past and present. None of them depress me in the same great way as those surrounding Vietnam.

What a terrible tragedy, this thing we call WAR.

There was a documentary on television, yesterday. Thirty years since these men returned home, hated, and they still can not sleep at night. They still live on pharmaceutical drugs that are so obviously not working for them. They still do not communicate with their families. Part of them is eternally left back in a place that most were forced to go to.

I often think that the lucky ones are on that wall.

As an American, I am so thoroughly disgusted at the disgrace given to these brave heroes who came home hated. How could anyone have spit in the face of anyone who was sent to do a job that they didn’t even volunteer to do? Yes, some did. Most did not, however.

As far as Iraq and Afghanistan are concerned, today, there is no draft in process in America and it is a completely different circumstance, whether right or wrong.

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