“It was just a scratch,” he recalled afterwards, “I think one of our grenades hit a tree and bounced back.” [Bob Dole in recalling his first wound, for which he was not hospitalized and first Purple Heart.] Yet he belittles Kerry’s first for which he was not hospitalized.
Though I never could cotton to his cracker barrel conservatism and ugly digs shrouded under wry humor, I nevertheless, admired Dole for his role as a hard working senator and his service in WW II requiring a grueling comeback from a serious wound, earning him his second Purple Heart. Now there is even some question as to his Bronze Star citation that seemed to be cooked up by the War Department’s self-serving blurbs.
Is there no end to this madness?
Should I question the 370 Bronze Stars and 132 silver stars issued — many posthumously — to my comrades for bravery on Okinawa? That it was but a trumped up recording of heroism for glorified consumption on the home front? I could argue either way that these are overblown or fail to take in account tenfold the number of incidents that should have been noted in the records of merits. Would I not be pressing sour grapes? Or that I, too, should have been honored with a Purple Heart for the ten hours I was deaf and taunted with pressure headache on the front lines because of a concussion grenade that landed five feet from me as I approached a cave? Of course not — there was no red badge of courage — I thank my lucky star it was not fragmentary. I would have dishonored myself and my mates on the lines had I copped out and sent back to triage even for a while.
Swifboaters for truth out of political outrage, rather than out of a sense of honor for those who faced the enemy, do a disservice the all the unsung heroes gripped by the fangs of war.
How many of them I wonder would expect the gymnast, Paul Hamm, to return his gold medal?
Copyright © 2004 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: August 28, 2004.