My Pops is neither.
Any Brothers on the Board here fight in Vietnam?
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Unfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
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Blessings to your father, sorry to hear about your loss....Unfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
Damn Fam. Salute to you and your Pops. My Pops is 69 and I try to enjoy every moment with him that I can. We will toast your father when I see my Pops again, which should be in a couple of weeks when I take my oldest for orientation on the yard.Unfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
It is a damn shame that I couldn't find a black soldier saluting. This will have to do in a pinch brah.
Unfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
RIP
Damn Fam. Salute to you and your Pops. My Pops is 69 and I try to enjoy every moment with him that I can. We will toast your father when I see my Pops again, which should be in a couple of weeks when I take my oldest for orientation on the yard.
It is a damn shame that I couldn't find a black soldier saluting. This will have to do in a pinch brah.
Bruh, he did hospice at home. I stayed with him until his last breaths. It was an honor to be in the room with him until he passed. We left nothing on the table. He still never said out loud he loved me, LOL! But he didn’t have to for me to already know.
He always talked about how he wanted to go out on that “good gas” (morphine). When it was time, I took on the responsible to ease him on his way. I didn’t feel bad. It was an honor that very few people get the chance to have with their father. I now have a new appreciation for death.
Enjoy the moments, fam. And thanks for the toast. One for him and another for your Pops as he is part of a unique generation of black men.
And I also could not find a Black soldier saluting. Lol.
Damn Fam. Salute to you and your Pops. My Pops is 69 and I try to enjoy every moment with him that I can. We will toast your father when I see my Pops again, which should be in a couple of weeks when I take my oldest for orientation on the yard.
It is a damn shame that I couldn't find a black soldier saluting. This will have to do in a pinch brah.
LOL. Mayne if I don't watch out, my Pops would kiss me right on the forehead. I hope I can be right there too. That dude just means so much to me that it makes me well up just thinking about the possibility of him passing on. All that I am is because of him. He has inspired me to be the best father that I can to both of my boys. I hope I am inspiring them the same way.
No gif or a black man saluting...
Same here. He blessed me with all the tools I needed to be the best I could be. I can honestly say, I had an excellent relationship with him. I respected him as a man, and he was patient with me when I was unruly as a youngin.
Sounds like your Pops has done for you what mine has done for me.
Pops Wobble Wobble was over there when I was born. The next 40 years were a blur of alcohol and worse. Then he happened to meet a Brother who had been in the same unit, who convinced him to visit the country. He saved up and I matched him. He visited for two weeks with other Americans and came back a changed man. Went back a year later and stayed a year, working for room and board, cleaning a hospital. The Vietnamese understand that it wasn't the soldiers, it was the policy, and they are forgiving.
My first real conversations happened after he went back to Vietnam. Except for when I told him I was going into the Army. Then shit got real for a day.
He died, wasted away, from leukemia. No doubt from more than a year in the Boonies.
My first real conversations happened after he went back to Vietnam. Except for when I told him I was going into the Army. Then shit got real for a day.
He died, wasted away, from leukemia. No doubt from more than a year in the Boonies.
Unfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
You said all that honor and respect but ended with a gif of David Swimmer a fake solider. Who was an idiot in the role he played in Band of Brothers. What a let down
An assist and a salute to @4 Dimensional 's father's service.Damn Fam. Salute to you and your Pops. My Pops is 69 and I try to enjoy every moment with him that I can. We will toast your father when I see my Pops again, which should be in a couple of weeks when I take my oldest for orientation on the yard.
It is a damn shame that I couldn't find a black soldier saluting. This will have to do in a pinch brah.
Unfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
Salute to your Dad, my pops served and just turned 70 Monday. As the son of vet I can tell you man PTSD and mental illness is no joke. Took my pops years to get help glad he’s finally did.
Rip to your dad.
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Vietnam was faught in the late 60s early 70s, so those guys would be 65 and overNam was fought in the 50s if I'm not
mistaken. If you were in your 20s back
then, you'd would be in your 80s now.
Why you being so foul?
Korea was 50s
Sorry to hear about your pops. As a veteran, I lost a brother. Though we never met, many of our issues and struggles were similarUnfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
Fair Winds and Following Seas
Vietnam War/Period:
Nov 1, 1955 – Apr 30, 1975
The Vietnam War, also known as the Second Indochina War, and in Vietnam as the Resistance War Against America or simply the American War, was a conflict in Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia from 1 November 1955 to the fall of Saigon on 30 April 1975.
My pops went to Vietnam in 1970. He came back to the world in 1971 a much different man than the one that left, according to my grandma. His schizophrenia (which led to self medicating and life long drug addictions) started over there and he struggled with that for 46 more years until he passed in 2017. Vietnam didn't only affect the brothers that were over there, it also affected their seeds and other loved ones as well. My pops went through hell over there, brought that hell back here and passed that hell down to his kids. I loved him dearly though. His issues were not his fault, he was just one of the tens of thousands of walking casualties of Vietnam.
When I enlisted in the Marine Corps, he warned me not to do it. He never talked to me about his experiences in combat, but his warning was one from experience. I went through my own crucible of combat in Iraq and Afghanistan, but luckily, I did not develop the issues he got from Vietnam and I was able to spare my children from the mental aftermath of combat. My issues from combat did not require me to self-medicate and develop addictions, thank God.
The brothers that fought in Vietnam will always have my utmost respect. They went and fought for a country that did not care about them, but they did it anyway to protect the man to his left and right. The hell they went through can never be quantified and if there are any brothers on here that were in Vietnam, I salute you, fam. Future black vets stand on your shoulders.
When I enlisted in the Marine Corps, he warned me not to do it. He never talked to me about his experiences in combat, but his warning was one from experience. I went through my own crucible of combat in Iraq and Afghanistan, but luckily, I did not develop the issues he got from Vietnam and I was able to spare my children from the mental aftermath of combat. My issues from combat did not require me to self-medicate and develop addictions, thank God.
The brothers that fought in Vietnam will always have my utmost respect. They went and fought for a country that did not care about them, but they did it anyway to protect the man to his left and right. The hell they went through can never be quantified and if there are any brothers on here that were in Vietnam, I salute you, fam. Future black vets stand on your shoulders.
Props to you for realizing this. It took me years to realize the same thing.
Unfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
Damn man, didn't mean NO harm with
my comment(s) about those vets
being dead or in elderly homes. The war
started in mid 50s and I just didn't think
my comment(s) through before I posted.
I was wrong for the post and I am sorry.
I thank them (and you) for their service.
Unfortunately, my Pops went to the crossroads two weeks ago and he was a Nam vet. He was 70 years old.
He was proud guy. Nam was a major part of who he became as a person. He always wore his dog tags.
I held on to them as a source of strength during his passing. He was honored with a military service. He would love you to known he was honored that way.
Black Nam vets have always been misunderstood. My father was part of a Veteran club for black Nam vets. They’ve been so great in helping my mom get paperwork in order. They also take up funding for the widows to help out.
Pops always wore a Vietnam hat and had Vietnam’s vet decals on his truck.
Man, I’m going to miss that dude. Rest In Peace old man.
Now, I done made myself sad this early morning.
SALUTE to the SOLDIER !!!
How old was Pa Dukes when he passed on to a higher life???
you stfu nigga ain’t even post a real soldier saluting.
I searched for "Black Soldier Saluting" and found quite a few.
Vietnam Era Steel Pot style:
That white chick's salute was terrible. I was always taught that you "shoot yourself in the temple", so your index and middle finger meet your templeI searched for "Black Soldier Saluting" and found quite a few.
Vietnam Era Steel Pot style:
Nam was fought in the 50s if I'm not
mistaken. If you were in your 20s back
then, you'd would be in your 80s now.
Why you being so foul?
There are tons of Vietnam vets around hell there are WW2 vets who get treated at my VA hospital
As a young kid, my grandma always instilled in us that his issues were caused by the mental illness he brought back from Vietnam. All of his issues stemmed from Vietnam. The rare times he was actually professionally medicated, he was a different dude. Unfortunately, he would not stay on his meds.
It’s all good. It’s was the gesture that mattered to me. Not who was doing it.
Yeah man. I grow up being around a lot of those kats and they were all heavy drinkers. It was sad at times too because some of them couldn’t get outside of themselves.
My pop’s didn’t start getting benefits until he was 58. Happen to a lot of black vets because nobody knew how. Once one of them figured it out, it spread like wild fire.
My pop’s didn’t talk much about, but when he did open up he talked about it in sound mind.
He was 70.
He would always say, “they trying to trick me, cuz. But I ain’t going to let him. I got something for ‘em.”
Lol. Someone been trying to trick him as long as I have known him. He was determined to always stay ahead of whatever. Even in death, he still manage to have everything my mom needed for the after life.
It’s wild how impactful a short span of a person’s life can last forever. I didn’t realize how much Nam impacted my pop’s life until his battle with cancer.
He even expressed regret for all the drinking he done and I ensured him he had nothing to regret. I’ll take the same guy all over again and wouldn’t change a thing about him.
He’s been with my mom for over 40 years, raised 3 kids which all 3 of us are doing well.
And honestly, he out lived all his immediate family members. His mom, dad, and sibling all passed before 65. He lived a very filling life.
Black Nam vets are a special type of people.
My father was also in school when segregation ended. Many Nam vets was fighting racism in the states before they got drafted. He said when he got back, both his parents were dead, wife divorced him while he was gone, white people was still on his neck for being black, black people was on his neck for fighting a white man’s war, folks calling him baby killers, and people are scared of him because they think he is crazy.
So when I hear all those white folks talking about the flag when folks kneel, I realize they have no idea what they are saying. I’ve told my students that I could bring my father in and they can say that to him and they all shit the fuck up. Because they know a Black Vietnam vet is a person you can tak that type of shit to.
A lot of people do not take the time to really understand the complexity of a Black Nam vet. It wasn’t just the war. They were still fighting racism in the war. Pops told me if a black solider got killed, a white soldier would mysteriously get killed. He said to me on more than one occasion.
The Vietnam War was incredibly complex.
You already know. Nam really fucked up the black community, we are the lucky ones that had our fathers come back home.Same here. He blessed me with all the tools I needed to be the best I could be. I can honestly say, I had an excellent relationship with him. I respected him as a man, and he was patient with me when I was unruly as a youngin.
Sounds like your Pops has done for you what mine has done for me.
That’s a whole documentary right there, fam.
Thanks fam, that's crazy. Out of all of our people that's serving, nill.