Letter to the Wall: During the summer of 1969 I worked as a counselor at a camp for Special Needs campers in Vermont, my home state. I was an undergraduate student at the University of Vermont in Burlington, Vermont. During the school year we rallied on the Green at the University of Vermont, and we marched in Burlington. My older brother, who had recently graduated from Harvard and a younger sister who was in High School came from St Johnsbury, Vermont and joined me on the UVM Green. Many of us gathered and carried signs. It seemed very obvious that many FBI photographers or FBI- contracted photographers were snapping our pictures all over the place. The spirit was good; but I think by that time we had our eyes wide open. We were beginning to get angry. We knew innocent babies, women, and men were being killed in Vietnam by the U.S. government, and we knew that the entire war made no sense. We witnessed the U.S. “officials” “in charge” seemingly playing a game that tragically seemed to become a joke. We all knew what was going on. Vietnamese were dying, and U.S. soldiers were dying. We knew what needed to be done: stop the war now! But the huge U.S. government/ U.S. military/ Political/ propaganda machine kept grinding on, and no one seemed to listen.
Brian Noyes Pulling
M.Div., Christian Minister and Social Worker
Maine and South Carolina
May 25, 2019
One of your fellow Airmen – who was in the operations building when the rockets hit – and saw you die – filed for mental disability in 2007. He had carried your death around with him for 37 years. In an official investigation of the April 8,1970 rocket attack and the Airman’s claim of PTSD, the VA stated, “… the Da Nang Air Base received eight incoming rockets resulting in light American casualties.”