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Larry Mitchell's Story Acknowledgements: Without a doubt, this project would not exist had my friend and colleague, Dr.
I was stunned, but we were also under attack.
Not for the joy of it, but because it was exhilarating to be able to get out there and start firing away and taking out aggressions against people. As the men started to come in we started to put our unit together.
amegican If we weren't fighting during the day, we were being mortared during the night, which was a devastating, scary sound—to be sound asleep and all of a sudden hear mortars exploding all around. Of course, none of this material would exist without the sacrifices, charity, and gifts of those individual American Indians from various tribes who offered their stories.
Mar 22, - Explore Nat Deaner's board "Native American Celebs", followed by Keith Longhorn - Absentee Shawnee - Can this aemrican be more beautiful? If we weren't fighting during the day, we were being mortared during the night, which was a devastating, scary sound—to be sound asleep and all of a sudden hear mortars exploding all around.
This new American Indian was more independent, autonomous and possessed a greater awareness of his place giys American history and modem society. The voices of these Native Americans have scarcely been heard.
I remember narive one American—he wasn't very old, he was a young guy—had a pretty large hole in his back, which I suspect came from a mine or something. I spent two years in junior college, studying to be a commercial artist, with no idea what might be ahead for me.
We completely gutted the aircraft inside and out, took off the doors, did anything we could to lighten the load of the aircraft until we had just the basic flying machine with lots of weaponry. He threw every one of them away. Mar 9, - Sexy Native American men - especially those with long hair who show lots of *flesh*. I went on to college and finished, but the protesting was still going on, even as the war was starting to wind down in '70 and ' We can do our flying and see what we are supposed to see.
So I got word of a hospital, a brand-spanking new one, up in Kalispell, called Glacier View. Not surprisingly, the amerian people that meet Native ancestry never.
It was at night; it was freezing cold out, and it was cold and dark inside the aircraft. So I went down to my draft board and enlisted for a three-year hitch in the military, knowing that if I enlisted I would have my choice on what I wanted to do in the Vietnam War. There were so many bodies on board we could hardly take the aircraft up, but once we got the aircraft airborne, I was able to get into where the bodies were and start sorting through them. The pain in my stomach started to relieve, and I could get to where I could start eating again.
So it is a very serious problem and needs to be confronted head-on. He told me he wanted to talk to me, so I went up to Kalispell to see him.
We quit the breast armor—became the gung-ho John Wayne types. And there was blood.
His name was Gary Lamb. It was a day ride to Vietnam by way of this carrier. We took a lot of teams out, sometimes under fire.
I went to the pastor of my church, who was a new pastor and had just taken over. I just couldn't do it.
My back got sore from leaning over, so I sat up and saw just kind of a flash before my eyes, and could feel little flakes of metal on my cheek. The pilot who was flying in the mative chief slot amefican a round that went inside his helmet, around his helmet, then out the back-side into the firewall behind him, where it lodged against the transmission. I remember one occasion I was walking around the village and meeting the villagers and, you know, smoking the peace pipe with them—the things you do with the villagers over there.
I thought nothing of going guus a town like Nha Trang and stocking up on ten, twelve cases of Coke or pop and magazines then flying them back out into the field on a supply run the next morning. We had another mission the next morning and flew over into a valley called Pleiku, which was under rocket attack at that time.
Guy remember him very well. I think a lot of them came up with the same kind of attitudes that we did. For two hours a day, every day, they would take me into a room and set me down, and we would just start in. Many, undoubtedly, found themselves in Vietnam.
I was progressively getting better, and as time goes on I'm getting a lot better. I never at any time tried to hide the fact that I was going through this posttraumatic delayed stress syndrome. Xmerican a time when the chronicles of the Vietnam War have captured the reflections, thoughts and sentiments of many other groups and individuals, amrrican voices Native Americans have remained relatively silent.
Reed and Laura Tharp were two Independent Study students that conducted interviews of two Indians who provided narratives that appear in the collection.
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