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<\/a><\/center><\/p>\nEarly last month, someone sent us this article about Gerry Morgan in Canada’s Chatham Daily<\/a>. The article has disappeared, but I figured it would so I saved the text for posterity. It seems that Gerry here claims that he’s another Canadian who was kidnapped by the US government and sent to Vietnam.<\/p>\n Sergeant Gerry Morgan muttered a profanity.<\/p>\n It was June 1970 and his head was still swimming from the morphine running through his veins. The 19-year old had woken up in a hospital bed in Vietnam. The room was filled with doctors, nurses and about 10 to 12 people who he was serving with.<\/p>\n Morgan\u2019s friends had just asked him: \u201cHave you seen your new silverware yet?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked down and saw that a lieutenant colonel had come in at some point and pinned both a Silver Star and the Purple Heart onto his chest. The Marine sniper groaned because, \u201cI hadn\u2019t gone to Vietnam to people-please. I had gone there to do a decent job in what I was trained to do.\u201d<\/p>\n Because of one ambush attack, Morgan\u2019s two-year tour in Vietnam was being cut short. To his count, he had 182 confirmed kills up to that point.<\/p>\n His leg that had been nearly ripped off in the attack but doctors managed to save it. But it\u2019d never fully heal. Bullets had ripped up his belly but that was stitched up too.<\/p>\n \u201cI was going stateside because once you get wounds like that \u2013 well, you need two good legs on you to fight.\u201d<\/p>\n As he was rolled off the plane, strapped into a gurney, he saw crowds of people around the fence.The spit from the anti-war protestors splashed onto his face as they hurled \u201ca never-ending barrage of insults.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBaby killer! Murdering bastards! You don\u2019t deserve to live!\u201d they shouted. Morgan was livid and threatened to kill one of the protestors from his gurney.<\/p>\n His rage was boiling as he was wheeled into the hospital.<\/p>\n CHILDHOOD, ARREST AND TRAINING<\/p>\n Morgan was born on June, 10, 1951 in London, Ont. to parents he never knew. He was adopted by Edna and Arthur Morgan. A doting mother, with roots in Glencoe-Rodney who wanted a son and a disciplinarian of a father who already had a family of his own in Alabama.<\/p>\n Within a year, the couple and their new son moved to Birmingham, Alabama where his father was the best moonshiner in the state and \u201cthe sneakiest, most deranged man I\u2019ve ever had the displeasure to meet.\u201d<\/p>\n He and his mother were routinely beaten by his father and he vowed to leave one day.<\/p>\n On June 8, 1966, he was driving his mother to a grocery store in his father\u2019s Ford LTD when a swarm of black cars filled with federal agents encircled them and the men drew their guns on them both.<\/p>\n His mother was livid, but the federal agents from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms were yelling about his father.<\/p>\n \u201cThe truck was loaded with moonshine. My father was making a run that night and there was something like 114 gallons of moonshine in the trunk,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n Morgan was charged with transporting illegal liquor across state lines, thrown into prison and spent his 16th birthday in jail. He was terrified being in prison.<\/p>\n After a few minutes in court, the lawyers and his father all came out smiling and laughing. Gerry Morgan was not going to serve time despite being called, \u201ca problem child.\u201d<\/p>\n Instead, the judge offered him this: \u201cWe\u2019re going to give you your choice of whatever flavour of the armed forces you want to join up with.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cProblem child? I was only taking my mum out for groceries,\u201d he\u2019d thought. With only a small wicker suitcase, two days later, he got onto a Marine bus already filled with crying teenagers.<\/p>\n They rode that bus all the way to Marine Corps Recruit Depot on Parris Island nuzzled in Port Royal, South Carolina. In bootcamp, he learned early on that he was a \u201cdead nut shooter\u201d which meant \u201cI could shoot the eyes out of a squirrel at 100 yards.\u201d<\/p>\n After more training as a sharpshooter in Camp Lejeune, in Jacksonville, North Carolina, Morgan became a Marine in the Gold Company 1st Battalion of the 3rd Marine Regiment of the United States before being shipped off to Vietnam.<\/p>\n \u201cIf a man tells me they weren\u2019t scared there, I\u2019d call them a liar\u2026 it was completely unsettling.\u201d<\/p>\n VIETNAM<\/p>\n Soon after landing in Vietnam by boat, Morgan said he only made one mistake early on.The first time Morgan killed another human being, he said his knees turned into jelly and learned that the harsh truth of kill or be killed.<\/p>\n While canvassing an area, he suddenly felt a rifle bullet zip by his ear which he described as a \u201cbuzzing mad hornet.<\/p>\n So he quickly set up his gun and burned off 40 rounds of bullets which seemed to melt away into the jungle.<\/p>\n Because, soldiers were promoted in battle, it only took him six months to become a top sergeant.<\/p>\n Multiple times, Morgan saw grenade explosions vaporize his friends with nothing left to ship home. He also saw men die from being stabbed with sharpened sticks in the ground.<\/p>\n After the adrenaline wore off, it became a ritual to ask around to see if anyone was bleeding. It was only until after the shooting that they\u2019d realize someone next to them, possibly a friend, had bought a bullet in the head.<\/p>\n \u201cGoing to sleep was the hardest,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019d remember the crackling of gunfire, people screaming, which was only natural, people were being killed on both sides.\u201d<\/p>\n He was forced to eat caterpillars and survive off the land when rations ran out. After battles, they would round up and destroy anything the enemy could use.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re in the dead of night with 11 other guys in your platoon and you\u2019re as valuable to them as they are to you,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd everybody wants to come back alive\u2026 we eat together, we live together and we\u2019ll die together.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was like \u2018I love you, brother,\u2019 not Don\u2019t Ask, Don\u2019t Tell kind of love\u201d he smiled.<\/p>\n SILVER STARS AND PURPLE HEARTS<\/p>\n In 1970, Morgan received a Silver Star rushing into a firefight to grab three of his men.<\/p>\n \u201cI wasn\u2019t even thinking. I knew that they were my people and I knew that they were down and I just started grabbing harnesses,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n His lieutenant would later tell him that he\u2019d never seen such a thing.<\/p>\n After only two days in hospital, he was back on the field because, \u201cwar didn\u2019t stop for nobody.\u201d<\/p>\n Soon after that, once he was back on patrol, Morgan was scouting up ahead for his platoon.<\/p>\n \u201cThen, I heard the crack from an AK-47, they got a very distinct sound and you knew right away\u201d he said.<\/p>\n Morgan ran up ahead 10 feet of his platoon and took a firing stance killing at least three Vietnamese.<\/p>\n Suddenly his body went flying from a sniper shot from above him.<\/p>\n The bullet tore him apart from the inside, Morgan said. He started dragging himself through the jungle when he saw his friend, Cliff Rayborn, rushing towards him, but before he get close enough, Cliff exploded right in front of him from a landmine.<\/p>\n The shrapnel tore Morgan\u2019s body and basically blew off his foot.<\/p>\n \u201cI was flat out of aces,\u201d he said. \u201cI didn\u2019t feel anything because I was so pissed off that I had allowed this to happen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n It was at point that another unit started firing back at the Vietnamese and they fled into the jungle. He thought he\u2019d never see the foot again as he was rushed into surgery.<\/p>\n I\u2019VE LIVED A HELL OF A LIFE<\/p>\n Six months had passed at Californian hospital before he could walk out with a cane. He was sent back to his Alabama where his father had no sympathy for Morgan\u2019s suffering. In fact, he\u2019d routinely berate and force Morgan to work the farm.<\/p>\n During one of his father\u2019s tirades, in a rage, Morgan himself gathered up all his citations and medals and without turning back, he threw all of them into a small river.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re in the bottom there somewhere. It was my Silver Star. It was my Purple Heart, it was my Crown Cross Sabres,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n Eventually, Morgan used some of his GI funding and impulsively bought a 1969 Plymouth Road Runner and just started driving north towards Rodney, Ont., where his mother was from.<\/p>\n During 1972, once in Chatham, he married a woman he says couldn\u2019t understand what the war had done to him. They had two children, which he admits he doesn\u2019t see very often, and he stresses that the war has left an indelible stain on him.<\/p>\n He\u2019s travelled across Canada as an oil rig worker, truck driver, gold miner in Alaska and even a mechanic these past 44 years.<\/p>\n Now 65, he been living the past seven years in Chatham and has been dealing with Post Traumatic Stress syndrome and the Agent Orange that went into his eyes. He says over the years he\u2019s dealt with a team of psychologists, psychiatrists and more case workers than he can count.<\/p>\n To help slow and calm down his mind, he has to take close to 70 pills a day. He doesn\u2019t think about Vietnam if he doesn\u2019t have to.<\/p>\n For the past 10 years, Morgan and several close servicemen meet once a year for the Remembrance Day ceremony at the Bradley Convention Centre. One of those veterans is Ray Consello, who actually served in the same Marine Regiment but in a different battalion.<\/p>\n Morgan has a woman in his life named Geri who he says is patient and understands him the most.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s been like a rock to me\u2026 she basically has the same name, I\u2019m sure that helps too,\u201d he jokes.<\/p>\n Six years ago, he had tried to get some of his medals back from the U.S. government. The way he tells it, whoever he spoke to didn\u2019t make it easy, insinuating that, \u201cThe queen loves you, but we don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n He renounced his American citizenship soon after because \u201cAmerica didn\u2019t do anything for me. That was the straw that broke the camel\u2019s back.\u201d<\/p>\n When asked if he\u2019d ever try again, he smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cGeri and I are getting up in age and truthfully, I just don\u2019t feel like I have enough room in my life for Vietnam\u201d he said. \u201cIt\u2019s taken up enough of my life.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Yeah, Gerry, the dingus, is wearing a Combat Infantryman’s badge, that’s not awarded in the Marine Corps. Marines get a Combat Action Ribbon. He’s wearing a big ornamental silver star on his shirt – that’s not what the Silver Star Medal looks like. The upside down crossed sabres he’s wearing are also Army, I’m not aware of any Marine Corps cavalry unit. Those crossed sabres he had tattooed to his arm are upside down, too;<\/p>\n He joined the Marine Corps more than a year after the North Vietnamese rolled into Saigon effectively ending the US commitment there. He had eighteen months of service before he was put out on the street. It looks like he never left Camp Pendleton, California except for the time he was in a hospital in Okinawa for some reason, then he was a cook, then he was in a confinement facility, then he was out on the street.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.azuse.cloud\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/1297971390739_ORIGINAL-168x300.jpg\")
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