Where Have All The Flowers Gone, Long Time Passing…

January 27, 1973 marked a significant day in history for Baby Boomers.  On this day, the Paris Peace Accords were signed, thus formally ending United States involvement in the Vietnam War. It would be two more months before the last U.S. troops are withdrawn, and two more years before the fall of Saigon.   But, January 27th was a pivotal day in our history, and one I like to observe. Alone. With my memories.

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Each of us has our stories from those days.  We all know where we were, and what we were doing regarding the war. I do not know anyone from our generation who was untouched or unaffected by it, in some manner, during those years. Some served; some who stayed behind were more outspoken than others, protesting and demonstrating whenever and wherever the opportunity arose, determined their collective voice would be heard; some prayed day and night, fervently desiring their loved one would come back home, alive; and everyone wanted the war to be over, just finally over.

As I reflected on how long it took negotiators to complete their task, I remembered the issue of the table.  That’s right.  Table.  I wondered if anyone else recalled the delay in the Paris Peace Talks at the outset, because the negotiators would not agree on the shape of the table around which they would sit. The representatives of North Vietnam, including the Viet Cong from South Vietnam, wanted a round table which would indicate all were equal in their importance. The South Vietnamese wanted a rectangular table which would demonstrate there were opposing sides in the conflict.  After much time and maneuvering, a compromise was reached; the North and South representatives would sit at a circular table, and all other parties sat at square tables surrounding them.  There you have it.  It was 1968; the peace negotiations would take five more grueling years to resolve and agree to the following:

  • Beginning on 27 January 1973 at midnight, Greenwich Mean Time—in Saigon time, 08:00 on 28 January—there would be an in-place ceasefire. North and South Vietnamese forces were to hold their locations. They were permitted to resupply military materials to the extent necessary to replace items consumed in the course of the truce.
  • Once the ceasefire is in effect, U.S. troops (along with other non-Vietnamese soldiers) would begin to withdraw, with withdrawal to be complete within sixty days. Simultaneously, U.S. prisoners of war would be released and allowed to return home. The parties to the agreement agreed to assist in repatriating the remains of the dead.
  • There would be negotiations between the two South Vietnamese parties—Saigon and the Vietcong—towards a political settlement that would allow the South Vietnamese people to “decide themselves the political future of South Viet-Nam through genuinely free and democratic general elections under international supervision.”
  • Reunification of Vietnam was to be “carried out step by step through peaceful means”.

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I am not a diplomat, nor do I pretend to understand all a diplomat’s job entails, but I do believe, with sincerity and purpose of mind, I could have hammered that out in about an hour, maybe an hour and a half, if we stopped for a quick box lunch.  And just for a little perspective, during the five years between 1968 and 1973, while deliberations plodded forward at a snail’s pace, approximately 26,292 members of the US military died.

The war finally ended, and our men and women came home.  None was ever the same, but they were back. Some adjusted readily, moving forward with their lives, loves, families; expressing gratitude and vigor, seizing every opportunity they could from those set before them.  And some did not adjust.  The toll was too costly, the demands exceeding what reserves they initially carried, until they were done, gone, forever lost to the hope and potential that once was theirs.

In time, the Vietnam War Memorial was built, and visiting it is an experience unlike any other ever encountered. Actually, it seems to me one of the most respectful tributes conceived and constructed in our country.  I wish everyone would visit it, and have the opportunity to images (20)sense the spirit of the place, the honest, from the gut expression of appreciation and love for those whose names reside on the wall from those whose names do not.  And as a personal side note, I would hope those who visit would perhaps remember the ones whose names are not written there, but who also did not survive the war.  It just took them a little longer, and in a different place for it to end; the final, unrecognized casualties of a long ago war, in a far away place.

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?                                                                    Pete Seeger                                                                                                                                         May 3, 1919-January 27, 2014

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About Valleygrail

Native Californian by birth, Pacific Northwesterner by choice. Jack of all trades, master of none; always wishing I could stick with just one thing long enough to become expert. But then what about all those things left unattended? See? Not possible. I love life, my family, friends, a good book, Irish music, rain, fog, and a pint of Guinness. It's a good journey, and sharing with companions makes it even better. Thanks for being with me as I embrace it and you!
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15 Responses to Where Have All The Flowers Gone, Long Time Passing…

  1. Thanks for a beautifully-written remembrance of a tragic period. Reminds me that we really need to be strong against those who always seem to feel that war and military action should be the first (instead of the absolute last) resort.

  2. valleygrail says:

    Thank you so much for your comment. Those were difficult days, but we learned to dig deep, and refine in what we believed. Good lessons for any age!

  3. Lynda Davis says:

    Although I did not remember the specific day (although some Canadians took part in the war, we were not part of the war) I certainly remember the “table” issue. No wonder we’re still fighting wars. It’s sad that ego’s supersede peace and harmony.

  4. alanj2014 says:

    We will never forget!

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  6. janebardwell says:

    What a touching comment relating to such a troubled time. Vietnam fell in the middle of my formative years. As a country we must be very careful to assure that the maize of complexities created when we choose to go into conflict has some discernible way out, from the beginning. So many lives are at stake.

    • valleygrail says:

      I so agree with your comment. It was a difficult time, and we all suffered too much loss. I keep hoping we learn from these things, so we do not have to continue repeating them. Thank you so much for dropping by! I like your reading your blog!

  7. Later ALL the returning prisoners were at the banquet Nixon prepared for them – the largest in White House history. There is a utube video – I cried. Thanks visit my blog.

    • valleygrail says:

      You are very welcome. I like your blog!

    • Beth says:

      The reason for the war may have been totally wrong. The boys who went may have done wrong, but they were still our boys. They did as they were told and learned hard lessons. My opinion is that one reason they were doing wrong, is that they could not tell who was from the North and who was from the South. To Americans, they all looked alike.

      I did not have a TV at the time, so I missed a lot of the news and of course the “homecoming” too. I believe I would have cried had I seen it.

  8. Beth says:

    Great post! We think alike.

  9. BETH says:

    Reblogged this on MULIEBRAL STUDIES and commented:
    There was a time when everyone did his part. Few doubted the validity of service back in the early years.

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