In the early 70s, I lived on an Hickam Air Force Base on Oahu. My father's previous tour and his next one had him based at the Pentagon, so my only real memory of military base living was on Hickam. The Vietnam War was raging. When the POWs were released during Operation Homecoming, their first stop on American soil was on Hickam.
The flights would arrive at all hours, and families just like mine would be on hand to welcome the POWs home. I remember meeting one man, an Air Force buddy of my friend's father. I was in a cavernous room with so many men, newly released, who had faced God knows what and who would face terrors of a different kind for likely the rest of their lives.
This man and all those other POWs and their dead comrades-in-arms, from that war and those before and since, are the ones I remember today.
May what they gave never be forgotten.
[Photo courtesy 548th Reconnaissance Technical Group's site.]
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