The Ralph Page: After Nam

Saturday, February 2, 2013

After Nam

AFTER NAM

After Nam

It took me a long time to realize

that every time it thundered,

some body did not have to die.

- Pete “Doc” Fraser

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About The Author - Ralph B. Strickland, Jr.

I am a Roman Catholic, husband to the most beautiful girl in the world, Drusylla - and you should see her soul, too - and the father of two wonderful children and I like to think a father to my lovely daughter-in-law who calls me Dad. I am also a disabled veteran due to exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam and PTSD from the trauma I suffered there.

I have taken forced retirements from the Cumberland County Sheriff’s Office, Smith Rodgers Law Enforcement Legal Consultants and Attorneys at Law PLLC [ http://www.policehelp.net ] and the Garner Police Department because Posttraumatic Stress Disorder from my 11 months and 25 days in Vietnam in 1970 have made me unemployable as an attorney. I say, “forced” because I agreed with the head of each organization that I could no longer serve them in my former capacity and at the same level of service as I was previously capable. I am just 66 years old. There you are.

I'm a Tar Heel with a BS and a JD from THE University of North Carolina without a hyphen. I wish that everyone could love his or her alma mater as much as I love mine. I was an attorney for over 35 years working almost exclusively as a government attorney for law enforcement officers - all of whom, especially in North Carolina I still consider my best friends.

My two greatest accomplishments in life I consider to be (1) convincing my wife to marry me and (2) then surviving Vietnam while my wife and three month old baby daughter waited for me to return. My wife looked exactly the same. NO! She looked better! But my daughter had grown in the 12 months and really changed. I told her I was Santa Claus and we got along right from the start.

I have always wished for a trip to the moon on gossamer wings, a Corvette with a passenger ejection seat for people I really don’t like and to slowly feed Kate Beckinsdale a whole Mars Candy Bar, tiny bit by tiny bit. {As to that last bit of fantasy my wife has said, "Bang, zoom, straight to the Moon!” See the old TV show, “The Honeymooners” with Jackie Gleason and you’ll get the joke. There will be no gossamer wings!}
For those of you familiar with military nomenclature, handle it carefully or it will blow up in your face. The EOD guys told me a half a bucket of any explosive would kill you. I carry mine around in teaspoons. MY DD-214 says I was in Vietnam 11 months and 25 days. I SAY 11 MONTHS AND 28 DAYS. Look, I can count to 362 correctly when I have 362 days to do it. A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

After Nam

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