There Are Two Storms In Our Life.
One Storm Is While Growing Up.
The Other Storm Is While Growing Old.
After You Have Experienced Both Storms,
You Will Understand What Your Life Has Meant To You And Others.
I was in the First Cavalry (Airmobile)"A" Co. 229th AHB as a door Gunner. I was in Vietnam from
June 1966 to June 1967. The base camp for the 1st Cav , when I was there, was at AnKhe, in the
Highlands. I am very supportive of the MIA issue. I have adopted an MIA my wife went to high school with.
We prepared for the worst and hope for the best. As I look back now, even though I still hate that war, I
wouldn't change anything, except to not see all those KIA's we picked up.
I hated being in Vietnam and I hated the war, but now as I recall some fond memories, I still think about all those
brave soldiers I would have never come into contact with had I not gone to Vietnam. Even today I still have the
pleasure of meeting Vietnam vets at the VA Hospital. I didn't realize it in Vietnam but we were truly
appreciated by the grunts we worked with. They hated to hear us coming to take them into battle but
they were sure happy to hear us coming to take them out of battle, or bring them a hot breakfast.
I remember feeling that same way every time I went into the field on a patrol. I had an infantry MOS, so all of us
guys that were 11Bravo would go on short patrols. It was a very empty, scary feeling when we got dropped off and
watched that chopper fly off, but it was great hearing them coming to get us. I have never met a grunt at the VA who
said anything to the contrary.
I flew in a Huey in November of 2002 for the first time in over 30 years. It was one of the best days of
my life. See the story "In The Shadow Of The Blade"
As others wish they could have, would have, or glad they didn't, I did, and am proud to say,
"I fought in Vietnam". Keith (Hacksaw) Bodine 1966-1967
My Son Kyle Was Always Proud And
Supportive Of Me. I love and miss you. Pop
Where has all the time gone,where the hell did it go
I was once looked up too, I was a war hero
Now I sleep wherever I can, with whatever I can find
My face is so old and wrinkled, life has not been kind
A half century ago, I served when I was called to go
I was a combat soldier, proud and brave, ready for the show.
My time in Vietnam prepared me for the rest of my life
But, drugs and booze were my strength, which led to my strife
Now I beg for cigarettes, I rest wherever I can
I am the people I hate, I am the one they can't stand
The life I knew before drugs, and being a boozer
Has almost, but not quite, made me a loser.
Then one day it happened, I had not thought of Him in years,
I fell to my knees in prayer and shed a half century of tears.
God told me to rise up, go forth, and again become a man,
Now today, I show others like me, what God will do and can.
© Keith Bodine 06/21/2007
"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and
said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I've never expected, or had much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod,
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
The blue is the emblem for Fort Benning where the battalion was activated as part of the 11th Aviation Group of the 11th Air Assault Division.
The Bayonet is for the infantry and the sky from which the assault will come.
The orange is the color of Army Aviation and it supports the winged spear also symbolic of "Winged Assault".
The Crest Of The 229th Assault Helicopter Btn.
Hand Carved By CWO (Ret.) Robert (Weird) Stanley- Thanks Weird
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