Dear Vietnam Troopers:

I know I should have written much sooner.

I can’t say why I did not. Out of fear of admitting to myself that you were there,
fighting a war. Or, maybe ashamed. Ashamed that I never accepted the things
you felt you had to do. Whatever it is, I know how it must hurt.

Believe me when I say it hurts me more. I have the burden of your hurt, plus that
of my own. The pain of not being able to show my true feelings towards you.

I am not writing this for the months you served in Vietnam, but for the many years
you were along with only your brother Veterans.
You served proudly and it went unmentioned.

For a long time, I’ve wanted to express the words.
The words a honorable veteran needs to hear.

For a long time, I’ve wanted to hold you during your times of pain.

GOD knows I wanted to.

And only HE knows why I never found the courage.
I do no remember what I use to say; maybe I do not want to remember.

All I know is I hope that it is not too late to give you those things now.

For years you tried to be a part of my world. Doing everything to please me, just
to be noticed and given a little time and understanding…

I look back and see the demands I placed on your shoulders
when you were young.
“Fight your weaknesses,
and always show strength to others around you.”
Who was I to make such a demand?

I sit here with tears in my heart: finally admitting to myself the one weakness you
must have seen in me and never questioned.

My inability to say the words that I know would have meant so much to you.

“GARRYOWEN and Welcome Home.”

You served your country honorably.

Please hear these words now, from my heart.
Please give me chance to be part of your world now.

These world I should have been part of long ago.

Love,
America