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| Sgt Robin B Miller 12/5/1949 – 3/9/1969 |
My brother, Robin was and is my hero.
Robin was 18 when he enlisted in the Army, and was sent to Viet Nam. The year was 1968. I was just 10.
I have many memories of Robin, most of them involved his working on the farm that we lived near or hunting muskrats in the winter. He loved to be outside and he loved his friends and family.
I remember the day we took him to the Philadelphia Airport. That was the last time I would see him alive.
I looked forward to the letters he sent to my parents on a very regular basis. I actually have the box of them in my room right now. I try to read them, but I don’t get to far before sadness overcomes me. Even 41 years later.
He tried to make a difference while he was in Viet Nam. Sharing treats sent from home with the village children they would encounter. He was a good soul, in a bad bad place.
Robin’s next trip home was in a casket. He was killed on March 9, 1969. I never saw his face again. the casket was closed for his funeral. Our family was never the same again.
Although he had a military funeral and received many medals and honors for his service and his actions on the day that he was killed, most people during that time did not look at the soldiers fighting in Viet Nam to be heroes. They fought in an unpopular war.
Robin did what he was called to do by his country, and for that he was and will always be a hero to me!
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Martha
I remember your earlier tribute to Robin. I was young too during that war, but I recall how unpopular it was among many people. It's a shame that so many took out their anger on the soldiers who were only doing what they were called to do. Robin is a hero for serving his country and making the ultimate sacrifice to keep our way of life. God bless you Martha.
I'm so sorry for your loss. As a retired Marine myself whose son also served three tours in Iraq, I know only too well the sacrifice Robin and your family made.Robin is a hero indeed."Some gave all; all gave some"Popping in by way of the A-Z Challenge. I’m blogging at:Write, Wrong or IndifferentMarie Anne’s MissivesIn the Garden With Sow-n-SowEvery Day Crochet
So sorry for your loss. I'm part of that generation and understand some of how you feel. I had a cousin (like a brother to me) over there. He survived, but was terribly wounded, in a coma for a year. We're lucky, he's done well for himself despite the head trauma. I got angry at people who railed against the soldiers. I could separate protesting the war and honoring people who fought, where others couldn't. I think we're doing better in that department these days, though not as well as we could. The 60s and Viet Nam was such a turbulent and difficult time. God bless your brother and your family.
Robin is a hero, for all of us…During the Vietnam war I was really too young to understand what our young boys and their families were being put through. It is only now when I read stories like this, that my heart breaks for the lives that were forever changed by this war.I've read your posts about Robin in the past and I never tire of being reminded of what he gave for all of us. Thank you for sharing Robin with us once again. And as always, I am sorry for your loss.
I agree with Matty – the public anger should have been directed at the misguided leadership (Politicians) that send our young boys out to be killed but never "fight from the front" like they should.I'd say more – but that would mar this beautiful tribute to your hero – your brother.