This happened many years ago, in a faraway country. It is not a parable. It is a true story. Although it’s always worth remembering, a recent event IMO makes remembering it now vice on its anniversary apropos.
A Tall Man
It had been a long day already. The tall man was tired.
He’d been flying for hours already, providing support for his fellow soldiers. They were catching hell from the enemy.
The tall man was no longer a youngster. In less than a week, he’d turn 38.
This wasn’t the first time he’d been to war. In fact, this was the tall man’s third war.
As a youngster, he’d quit school at 17 to serve in World War II. He served in the Navy, on a fleet oiler – supporting strikes against Luzon and Formosa, and operations at Iwo Jima, and at Okinawa. He’d survived. He’d seen Tokyo Bay after the surrender.
Then he came home and was discharged. He finished high school. He married his girl.
But as a boy, he’d always wanted to be a soldier. So he joined the Army after he finished high school.
The tall man had something special. By late in the Korean War, he’d become a First Sergeant. He saw more action, this time at Pork Chop Hill. He survived again, receiving a battlefield commission afterwards.
The commission opened another door for the tall man – or so he thought. Another of his boyhood ambitions was to be a pilot. As an officer he could apply to go to flight school. He applied.
The Army closed that door quickly, though; they turned him down. He truly was a tall man. At 6-foot-4, they said he was “too tall” for pilot duty.
But a couple of years later, the door opened again. Regulations had changed, and the tall man was no longer “too tall”. (The nickname had already stuck, however, and would follow him for the rest of his career.) He reapplied for flight school. This time he was accepted. He passed and became a pilot.
The tall man served in various dangerous assignments. He flew mapping support missions over remote locations worldwide. He made friends – one, in particular. They eventually parted ways, but would meet again.
Eventually he ended up in Vietnam. He also ended up working for an old snake – one he knew well.
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