
The year was 1968. The
war wasn't going well and my base located near the Cambodian border had
taken many casualties. I had started thinking about the statements I had
read in the U.S. newspapers -- about the soldiers who were fighting in
Vietnam were wrong, that the U.S. shouldn't be involved in a war against
communism in a foreign country, even though that country asked for our
help in a fight for survival, with enemy forces aided by numerous other
communist countries.
The questions being asked began to spark a question
inside me: Was what we were risking our lives for, what we were fighting
for, really worth the price; after all, the people making the case against
our aid to the South Vietnamese government were very reputable and intelligent.
I, on the other hand, was only a twenty-two-year-old soldier. Could they
be right? Maybe they knew something I didn't.
Well I didn't get much time to consider any of
these possibilities. Our forward base camp had come under fire, and I
was sent as part of a reinforcement/rescue team.
The battle for the camp raged for a day-and-a-half,
after which we cared for our wounded. Among those I gave medical attention
to was a young sergeant. I could see his wounds were critical, and, as
I applied bandages, he regained consciousness, looked up and asked if
he was going to be okay. I lied and told him that he was going to be just
fine.
Maybe it was something in my eyes, or my voice,
or maybe he just knew, but he grabbed my sleeve, looked straight into
my eyes and told me that if things didn't work out and he didn't live,
he would like someone to tell his parents that no matter what fate had
brought his way, he would always believe his decision to fight for the
freedom of the Vietnamese people was worth any cost or sacrifice he may
have to make.
Sadly, a few hours later, he died. I kept my word
to him. I wrote his parents and told them what little I knew about him,
along with his last message to them.
The letter I received as a response from his parents
was, for me, a source of inspiration, for which I will be grateful the
rest of my life: As I read the letter, I began to realize how privileged
I was to have known this soldier, even for a little while.
It seems that quite early in his short life he
had recognized and appreciated just how lucky he was to be an American.
He wanted the freedoms, rights, privileges and opportunities this country
offered to always be available -- preserved and protected for generations
of yet unborn Americans.
He, quite correctly, recognized these freedoms
-- we all take mostly for granted -- had a price, and sometimes a very
high price.
Freedom, it should be remembered, isn't free!
When he became old enough, he volunteered for
military service in the U.S. Army, and, when an opportunity arose, he
applied for the duty in the elite Special Forces. He was accepted and,
after training, he proudly accepted a Vietnam assignment, hoping that
his efforts could help make a difference.
In the end, however, world opinion and history
would be left to coldly decide whether the many sacrifices made by brave
men and women were "worth it."
However, we, as individual Americans can and should
make this decision for ourselves and from our hearts. If we, each one
of us, would do this, I think our answers would surprise us, as it did
me. I know now that any sacrifices, large or small, I make or have made
for my country are "worth" it and will always be "worth"
it.


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Mr. President & Congress:
Bring
Him Home... He is NOT Forgotten
Name: William
Theodore Brown. Rank/Branch: E6/US Army Special Forces Unit: SOA, Command
& Control North, (MACV-SOG), 5th Special Forces Group. Date of Birth:
20 February 1945 (Chicago IL). Home City of Record: La Habra CA. Date
of Loss: 03 November 1969. Country of Loss: Laos. Loss Coordinates:
154800N 1064700E (XD643674).
Status (in 1973): Missing In Action. Category:
2. Acft/Vehicle/Ground: Ground. Other Personnel in Incident: Gunther
H. Wald; Donald M. Shue (both missing); six Montangards (two missing,
four escaped).
SYNOPSIS: Bill Brown was born in Chicago, Illinois
February 20, 1945, the youngest of three boys. When Bill was two, his
family moved to California, where they remained, and where he attended
Cerritos College. Bill was an excellent swimmer and golfer.
In September 1965, Bill joined the Army and earned
his Beret and paratrooper badge. He was sent to Vietnam on December
14, 1967. He is a demolitions expert and fluent in the Vietnamese language.
In Vietnam, he helped train Montagnard tribesmen, and was so drawn to
them that he reenlisted after his tour and returned to Vietnam in May
1969.
On his second tour, Bill was attached to MACV-SOG,
Command and Control North. MACV-SOG (Military Assistance Command Vietnam
Studies and Observation Group) was a joint service high command unconventional
warfare task force engaged in highly classified operations throughout
Southeast Asia. The 5th Special Forces channelled personnel into MACV-SOG
(though it was not a Special Forces group) through Special Operations
Augmentation (SOA), which provided their "cover" while under
secret orders to MACV-SOG. The teams performed deep penetration missions
of strategic reconnaissance and interdiction which were called, depending
on the time frame, "Shining Brass" or "Prairie Fire"
missions.
It was on such a mission that SSgt. Brown, SSgt. Gunther
Wald, SP4 Donald Shue and two of the six Montagnards went missing. The
Americans and Montagnards were members of a patrol operating in Laos.
The patrol team was attacked by a numerically superior force 30 miles
inside Laos near Ban Chakevy Tai in Saravane Province. Four of the Montangards
escaped and returned to camp to report the ambush and capture of their
comrades.
When last seen, Brown had been wounded by a gunshot
just below the rib cage. He was lying on the ground as the attackers
shouted, "Capture the Americans." SSgt. Wald and SP4 Shue
were also seen to receive numerous schrapnel wounds from a fragmentation
grenade. The other team members were forced to withdraw leaving the
others behind.
Due to bad weather, a recovery team could not reenter
the area until November 11. They searched the entire area, but could
only find some web gear which was identified as belonging to three of
the indigenous team members and SP4 Shue. There was no trace of any
graves, or of the three missing Americans. They were classified as Missing
In Action.
This POW/MIA Ring site
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The U.S. did not negotiate
for the release of any of the nearly 600 Americans lost in Laos. No
American serviceman held in Laos has been released.
Tragically, the U.S. has received over 6000 reports
indicating that many Americans are still held prisoner today. Many men
were seriously wounded and survived captivity. No one saw Brown, Shue
or Wald die. They could be among the hundreds many authorities believe
to be alive today. If so, what must they be thinking of us?
I cannot emphasize enough how important it is to keep
pushing this issue inside the Beltway... The need to get specific answers
is more important now than ever before. If still alive, some MIAs are
now in their 70s... They don't have much time left. We have to demand
the answers from the bureaucrats and keep standing on their necks (figuratively
speaking) until they get the message that THEY work for US and that
we are serious about getting these long overdue responses. Diplomatic
considerations aside...
We can no longer allow questionable protocols established
by pseudo-aristocratic armchair strategists, to determine or influence
the fate of the men who were in the trenches while the diplomats were
sharing sherry and canapes and talking about "Their Plans"
for the future of SE Asia....




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