Trump Presidency 2017

 

The day has finally arrived as President elect Donald J. Trump swears in and steps into office.  While the country tries to give an image to the world that this is a flawless transition, in the background of reality those who are realist, know that it is not.

While we do not have the outright mass violence of many of a third world countries, today it is still a divided country both politically and in its people as we start a new presidency.

Never in my humble lifetime have I seen a more vicious and hateful attack on a presidential elect.  it is obvious to me that many in the Democratic Party and in the main stream media outlets, are anything but happy about the new President.

What they (the Democratic Party) complained about, and told the Republican party what they should not do if Hillary Clinton became President, is the very thing they are doing and with great disdain.

It is also my humble opinion, that the violence that many far left Liberal thinkers and groups in this country have displayed, is something that conservative and even the far right groups have not done in any protest.

Let us hope that as Americans we will realize that we have two paths we can now take. Destroy America as a third world country might do, or stand as Americans as we have always done.  Will we set the example for the rest of the world or not. There is no doubt in my mind at least, that even with all our imperfections, the world still looks to America for leadership and hope.

America has always stood for freedom, justice, and hope. But as the old and true phrase that have been stated through the history of nations has said: United we stand, divided we fall.  Let us hope that we continue to stand.

 

Roger A. Sanchez Sr. @ Gunny’s Mail Call 

More Writing in 2017!

 

Being that I’m fully retired now I’ve decided to get back to more writing as part of my daily routine.  I recently completed what I call my “War Room.”  It’s my place to read, think, and write.

While I’ll still rant and rave here on gunny’s Mail Call, I’ll be gearing more to thoughts about writing.  I know one thing for sure; if you want to imoprove your writing, you have to write,

I hope to also catch the eye of other writers here and maybe share some thoughts about writing.

Brothers In Nam

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Roger & Victor Sanchez, Chicago 1964

 

Fate or destiny, are words I think about often today, some forty-three years after my older brother and I, had left the Vietnam War behind.  My brother and I are exactly four years apart because we were born on the same day, four years apart.  He lives in Illinois and I in Oklahoma.   One thing I can say for sure, is that destiny sure kicked us around a lot.

My older brother was born in San Antonio Texas, and I in Waupun Wisconsin.  Our parents also hailed from San Antonio.  But when my brother and I were ages six and two, we ended up on the south side of Chicago.  There we would live our lives until the Vietnam War Broke out.

In our early years my brother and I being four years apart, had nothing in common.  Growing up he had his likes and friends, and I was the pesky little brother who was told to take a hike more than once.  We would go our separate ways, until fate stepped in and changed our lives forever.  We had no Idea that the Vietnam War would last long enough to see us both join the Marines, and be pulled into the war. It would be a war that would have a significant impact on American history.  It would be a war that split a nation, as did the Civil War.  Of course the Vietnam War split us only in ideology.

The war would bring my brother and me together in more ways than we could imagine.  My older brother was on his second tour of duty, when I landed in Vietnam in July of 1970 for my tour.  Again, fate stepped in, and my brother and I ran into each other at Da Nang Air Base, just before I was trucked out to my unit with Seventh Marines.   I was an infantry Marine, and my brother a Crew Chief in CH-46 helicopters.

 

Sgt V. Sanchez Jr. & Cpl R. Sanchez, Da Nang Air Base Vietnam, July 1870

Sgt V. Sanchez Jr. & Cpl R. Sanchez, Da Nang Air Base Vietnam, July 1970

 

I would see my brother twice with my unit in the field, as both those times it was his chopper that was re-supplying us.   Both times I signaled the chopper into the Landing zone, as my brother looked out the gunner’s door and spotted me.  As I ran onto the bird to unload supplies, we had a few minutes for a quick hug and a thumb’s up.  As the chopper lifted off, my brother stuck his head out the gunner’s door again and saluted, as I stood in the rotor wash in the LZ and returned his salute.  Both times I was asked, “Who was that”, and both times I replied with great pride, “That was my brother!”

 

Sgt V. Sanchez Jr USMC HMM 262, Vietnam, 1970

 

Cpl R. Sanchez USMC Vietnam 1970

Cpl R. Sanchez USMC
Vietnam 1970

 

My brother and I would make it out of Vietnam.  He after being shot down multiple times, and I, after being wounded in action twice.  We both ended up In Okinawa for a few months together before he rotated back to the States.  Our relationship from that point on again, had changed forever.  We were now not only brothers, but fellow Marines, and fellow combat veterans of the Vietnam War.  We would go our separate ways after the war, and not discuss the war with each other for over forty years.  But our respect towards each other was that of two fellow Marines, who had fought in a war that American history would rather bury than speak of.  It was a long and arduous road, and yet fate had seen us through.

 

Sgt. V. Sanchez Jr. USMC Okinawa, April 1970

Sgt. V. Sanchez Jr. USMC
Okinawa, April 1971

 

Cpl R. Sanchez USMC Okinawa April 1970

Cpl R. Sanchez USMC
Okinawa April 1971

 

 

 Roger A. Sanchez Sr. @ Gunny’s Mail Call.Com

A Warriors’ Dream

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Quang Nam Province, I Corps, South Vietnam, July 1970

 

In deep slumber I lay many years after my war

An American Patriot who answered the call

My war was not the one fought for independence

Nor the one fought at San Antonio

Yes, it was not the one to end all wars

Nor was it the big one where freedom hung by a thread

 

I was not at the Chosen Reservoir in Korea

So many had gone before me to stand for freedom

But not any freedom, but American freedom

It is an Ideal and type that many seek

Is was an ideal born of right spirit

The land of the free, the home of the brave

 

In dreams I still walk the rice paddies of Vietnam

My squad walks behind me spread out and watchful

I do not see them as clear as I once did

We are walking in a fog that sweeps in from nowhere

It is cold and wet and voices seems to emanate from it

It is the voices of those gone before looking for the sunlight

 

And yet from this dream I understood that freedom is not free

There is no true sunlight in war, or full days of rest

There is no let up against evil that lust for power and domination

A horrible truth I had learned at such a young age

That evil force, must be met with righteous force

While I wish with all my soul for only peace

I understood that it would never truly be

 

I wake up in a cold sweat and yell out into the darkness

My conscious mind slowly brings me back

And I think clearly, Iraq, Afghanistan, other wars in between

I see the faces of our young men and women

And in sadness I realize, we are still at war

 

GySgt Roger A Sanchez Sr.
USMC Retired
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