Trip to Vietnam Heals Veterans
By David Lamb
The Los Angeles TimesPHO VINH, Vietnam--It has been seven years since Steve Lemire last slept with a loaded .44 on one side of his pillow and a bottle of whiskey on the other. Buck Anderson has a new wife--his eighth--and the marriage is working. Chuck Owens is sober. Walt Bacak no longer thinks of suicide.
Progress. Real progress. But not home free yet. And that's why the Vietnam War veterans had returned to the land of their nightmares--why, middle-aged and out of shape, they were humping down a dirt road to a village no foreigner had set foot in for 28 years. They were headed toward a meeting with their former Viet Cong enemies and hoping that somewhere out here among the rice paddies and jungle-covered hills--or perhaps in the meeting itself--they would find the secret to finally coming to grips with one simple fact: The war is over.
"I feel like I've been walking guard for 30 years,'' said Mike Farquhar, 49 and five times married. "Up at night every two hours, smoke a couple of cigarettes, then try to sleep. Can't. If I get anything out of this trip, if there's something I'd pray for, it'd be to go home and get some sleep. The funny thing is, being back in 'Nam, I've slept really good every night.''
Only a tiny fraction of the 2.5 million Americans who served in Vietnam have returned. But for those still scarred by the wartime experience, tours such as this one, which was being led by Bacak, have become an increasingly popular--and successful--form of therapy. Bacak, who runs the nonprofit "A Quest for Healing'' out of his home in Lakewood, Wash., charges $1,675, including air fare, for the two-week trips he offers twice a year.
In a little one-room building used by the Communist Party, three former VC guerrillas awaited the group of American vets--12 in all, each wearing a baseball cap emblazoned with the words
"Vietnam: I Came Back.'' An electric fan groaned overhead, and a portrait of Ho Chi Minh hung on a blue wall. Outside, by the open door, villagers stood 10 deep, trying to get a good look at these broad-shouldered visitors who towered over their hosts, and the crowd kept growing until an old man in a frayed security guard's shirt arrived to shoo everyone away.
Airborne Admirer
Doan Vinh Quay, 62--who wore a fedora and over his best shirt had pinned a black medal commemorating his parents, killed by U.S. artillery in 1967--spoke first. He said he was honored to welcome the Americans back as friends. He showed them scars where a bullet had shattered his hand. He asked what unit each had fought with and noted, "They were good, very tough,'' when someone said 101st Airborne. He smiled when a soldier asked how long a tour of duty had been for a Viet Cong. It was for the duration, Quay replied. He had fought for 15 years, some of his friends for much longer.
Back in Quang Ngai, at lunch before the meeting, Bacak, 58, had tried to ease the Americans' apprehension.
"When you meet them,'' he said, "just keep it light at first. They won't speak English, but we've got a translator. Be polite. Ask about their families. Don't ask, 'How many people did you kill?' or [anything] like that. Then play it by ear. If they want to talk about the war, OK. You're going to find they're very gracious.''
So the Americans did as they were asked, and amid tea and picture-taking and conversation increasingly filled with banter, the ice melted, the anxiety faded, and it was clear to both sides that this was not a gathering of enemies.
No Animosity
"I just want to say that, during the war, we had a lot of respect for the VC,'' Lemire, 50, said. "You were good soldiers.''
With Bacak walking point, the vets from both sides--trailed by half the village- trekked the mile from Pho Vinh up into the hills to what had been 1st Brigade headquarters for the 101st Airborne Division. The big rock where a soldier nicknamed Wolfman used to howl at the moon after long-range patrols was still there. So was the crumbling asphalt of the helicopter pads. But the hill had been mostly reclaimed by jungle scrub, and little remained except memories from the days when 1,000 or more Americans lived here.
"Vietnam's sure a lot different from the first time around,'' said former chopper pilot Bill Meacham, 59. "What really surprises me is I don't sense any animosity toward us. Just the opposite, really. They had a job to do, I guess. So did we. Let bygones be bygones.''
"When I heard about the trip,'' said Bob Garrison, 49, "I said, 'We can't afford it.' And my wife says: 'Like hell we can't. You're going if I have to eat beans for a month.' She paid for me and Mike [Farquhar] to come over. And you know, I'm feeling a little softer inside already.''
'The One Place'
So with darkness settling on the abandoned hilltop base, the soldiers and VC pulled up shirts and rolled up pant legs to show one another war wounds. They shared wartime photographs and joked about building a veterans meeting hall for Americans and Vietnamese over by the old command post.
And the Americans remembered coming of age as teen-agers on hills like this. They remembered the adrenaline rush of combat, the dreamy calm of post-battle fatigue. Never had life been so terrible--or so exhilarating. Never had they known such camaraderie or had so much authority. For many, all that lay ahead would be a mere footnote.
Don Harris, 45, who has a rare heart disease, had chosen to spend "some of my last days'' with the one group he truly cares about--Vietnam vets.
"Vietnam,'' he mused. "This is the one place I really felt like somebody.''(c) 2000, Los Angeles Times
