"Dear Bill, Today is February 13, 1984. I came to this black wall again to see and touch your name, and as I do, I wonder if anyone ever stops to realize that next to your name, on this black wall, is your mother's heart. A heart broken 15 years ago today, when you lost your life in Vietnam." -Eleanor Wimbish, in a letter to her son, William Stocks, left below his name at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C.
Dear America: Letters Home from Vietnam offers powerfully personal insight into the experience of American servicemen in Vietnam. Through its curated collection of letters home, Dear America addresses a nation, calling on it to better understand, and to not soon forget, the toll of war on those we send to fight, and those who eagerly await their return home.
The letters are organized like a tour, with the early pages dedicated to informing loved ones of their imminent deployment, and the closing pages the heartbreaking letters that would arrive home, but not those who penned them.
As the preface makes clear, "With the possible exception of his rifle, nothing was more important to an American in Vietnam than his mail."
This book accomplishes everything it was designed to accomplish, and it is a profound tribute to the 58,000 Americans who died, the 300,000 wounded, and the countless others who either served in Vietnam or supported them from back home.
5 out 5
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Excerpts that Moved Me
"I'm real glad I have what I have. It seems poor to you maybe...but after seeing the way these people live, there's no comparison. We are more than millionaires to these people - they have nothing."
In describing what an M-16 automatic rifle can do to a man when fired at close range: "The only conceivable comparison is swatting a bug with a chain-mail glove."
"And when we next go out again
At night to kill more killer men,
Or else be hunted to our end,
Will it prove The Cause is ours?
How can we ever 'know we're right,'
Lost in this dark, primeval Night?
Must we kill them, as beasts must fight,
Until the Earth is torn?"
In a letter which also describes a medic's fatal wounding while treating others: "I often wonder if what we're fighting for is worth a human life."
"[I] feel kind of ashamed of the way I've thought and acted over here. I realize that I've actually enjoyed some of the things I've done which would be repulsive to a healthy mind. This place does make you sick in the head. When one starts to enjoy the sickness of war, he is sick..."
In a letter from a father to his son serving in Vietnam, "Let me say here and now that I'm extremely proud of you, son. Not because you were awarded the Heart, but because you did an honorable thing. I know that you were bitterly against going into the service and rejected our reasons for being in Vietnam... It may not matter at all to you, but you are coming home a hero to us."