So i'm sitting in Sociology class and we're doing this Veteran's day project. The whole thing is kind of mind blowing. I think i'm going to ask Grandpa if he would do an interview. He's a good man with a heavy heart and solid values. Every time we'd have bring your grandparent's to school day everyone would always say "Sam your grandpa looks like Abraham Lincoln". I couldn't help but laugh. He's a little Indian man no more than 5'5'. He's been through a lot, raised by Great grandma Ruth and his dad who I really know nothing about. He reminds me of my own father. Same morals, values. Both bone breaking hard working men. They once owned a business, where they worked on cars; extremely blue collar. That's the country in me, the Nascar loving daughter and granddaughter. :) I grew up around my grandparents and at one point in my life lived with them. Even then being only 6 and 7 my all was expected. Washing the dishes spotless, and sweeping until the floors would sparkle. The values my grandfather instilled into my father were once again instilled in me. Grandpa was a Vietnam war veteran, and I know his experience was more than chilling. It's the one thing that we never really discuss, almost like a silent burden. If i could get behind his eyes and witness the things he did, I'm sure I'd be just as different as him. Vietnam lead him to alcohol- alcoholism, lead him into a world of pain, self doubt, shame. It's sad really someone who gave so much, left behind three babies, a wife and a life in the United States. Traveling only to harm people just like him. If I ever got him to open up and let me into to what happened, I know it'd be this unheard bond between. This is why I am choosing to interview him for this project. I want to know, I want to feel, I want a taste of what he went through. I know that what I get won't scratch the surface of what he's been through; what I do know is to try. He's my family, an important person. Even though the war was so long ago it's almost as he still fights it everyday. A mark place where this man once stood. A mark placed on his arm. Only to remembered as one of many who fought in the war.
Richard Buck Sr.
Vietnam Veteran.
My grandfather.
(I'll try to find some pictures)
-Samantha J.