Another hero that served during the Vietnam conflict in the reserves.
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My War
February 15, 2004
By LARRY DAVID
LOS ANGELES
I couldn't be happier that President Bush has stood up for
having served in the National Guard, because I can finally
put an end to all those who questioned my motives for
enlisting in the Army Reserve at the height of the Vietnam
War. I can't tell you how many people thought I had signed
up just to avoid going to Vietnam. Nothing could be further
from the truth. If anything, I was itching to go over
there. I was just out of college and, let's face it, you
can't buy that kind of adventure. More important, I wanted
to do my part in saving that tiny country from the scourge
of Communism. We had to draw the line somewhere, and if not
me, then who?
But I also knew that our country was being torn asunder by
opposition to the war. Who would be here to defend the
homeland against civil unrest? Or what if some national
emergency should arise? We needed well-trained men on the
ready to deal with any situation. It began to dawn on me
that perhaps my country needed me more at home than
overseas. Sure, being a reservist wasn't as glamorous, but
I was the one who had to look at myself in the mirror.
Even though the National Guard and Army Reserve see combat
today, it rankles me that people assume it was some kind of
waltz in the park back then. If only. Once a month, for an
entire weekend - I'm talking eight hours Saturday and
Sunday - we would meet in a dank, cold airplane hangar. The
temperature in that hangar would sometimes get down to 40
degrees, and very often I had to put on long underwear,
which was so restrictive I suffered from an acute vascular
disorder for days afterward. Our captain was a strict
disciplinarian who wouldn't think twice about not letting
us wear sneakers or breaking up a poker game if he was in
ill humor. Once, they took us into the woods and dropped us
off with nothing but compasses and our wits. One wrong move
and I could've wound up on Queens Boulevard. Fortunately, I
had the presence of mind to find my way out of there and
back to the hangar. Some of my buddies did not fare as well
and had to call their parents to come and get them.
Then in the summer we would go away to camp for two weeks.
It felt more like three. I wondered if I'd ever see my
parakeet again. We slept on cots and ate in the
International House of Pancakes. I learned the first night
that IHOP's not the place to order fish. When the two weeks
were up, I came home a changed man. I would often burst
into tears for no apparent reason and suffered recurring
nightmares about drowning in blueberry syrup. If I hadn't
been so strapped for cash, I would've sought the aid of a
psychiatrist.
In those days, reserve duty lasted for six years, which, I
might add, was three times as long as service in the
regular army, although to be perfectly honest, I was unable
to fulfill my entire obligation because I was taking acting
classes and they said I could skip my last year. I'll
always be eternally grateful to the Pentagon for allowing
me to pursue my dreams.
Still, after all this time, whenever I've mentioned my
service in the Reserve during Vietnam, it's been met with
sneers and derision. But now, thanks to President Bush, I
can stand up proudly alongside him and all the other guys
who guarded the home front. Finally, we no longer have to
be embarrassed about our contribution during those very
trying years.
Larry David, who served in the Army Reserve in the 1970's,
appears in the HBO series "Curb Your Enthusiasm."
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/02/15/opinion/15DAVI.html?ex=1077853178&ei=1&en=59a40a59917f972a