"I left Vietnam through Bien Hoa Airbase, the same place I’d arrived. Under the scorching 110° sun, a couple hundred of us stood on the tarmac, sweating, vulnerable, waiting for the “freedom bird”—the plane that would carry us home.
Mortars rained down on the base regularly, and the enemy seemed to know when soldiers were leaving, their attacks intensifying as if to taunt us. I stood there, heart pounding, terrified that after surviving a year of hell, I might die just steps from freedom. I wasn’t alone in that fear; I could see it in the eyes of those around me.
When the plane finally arrived, its pink and orange Southwest Airlines colors felt surreal against the grim backdrop. Tension gripped us until the moment the wheels lifted off the tarmac. A collective gasp—loud, raw, relieved—filled the cabin. We’d made it out alive.But landing at Travis Air Force Base in San Francisco wasn’t the homecoming I’d imagined.
For two hours, they kept us on the plane, ordering us not to wear our uniforms. It stung, that cold welcome, but I was too numb to care. I just wanted to move on.
I headed to Los Angeles to reunite with my nurse friends from before the war. Late that night, their warm smiles were a balm—someone was finally happy to see me. But the next day, reality hit hard. Culture shock blindsided me. An ambulance screamed by, siren blaring, and I dove into the footwell of the car, instincts braced for an attack.
My friend Ellie stared, stunned, and I was just as shocked by my reaction. Later, at a supermarket, the automatic door flew open when I stepped on the pad, and I leapt back, heart racing. Rejoining society wasn’t easy; it took time to feel normal again.
I stopped telling people I was a nurse who served in Vietnam. The silence was easier. In 1970, I married another Vietnam veteran, and we built a life, raising two children. But in 1981, the past clawed its way back. Driving to work, I heard “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Around the Old Oak Tree” on the radio, dedicated to the US hostages returning from Iran. Suddenly, emotions I’d buried for thirteen years flooded out. Why did they get a hero’s welcome? What about us? The war, the PTSD—it’s a gift that keeps giving, uninvited, unrelenting, even all these years later.”
- Sarah Blum
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