Back in the sixties, like many of my generation in Australia, I was called up for National Service and ended up on active service in Vietnam. As an artillery signaller I went out on a number of patrols, mainly with my fellow Aussies, but also on an occasion with an American unit.
On Thanksgiving Day 1968, one of my mates and I, had the honour to be invited to attend a Thanksgiving Dinner in the mess of an American heavy artillery battery attached to the Australian Task Force in Nui Dat. The warmth and the hospitality shown to us on that day of Thanksgiving was wonderful. I was with a great bunch of guys and I learnt that no matter if you were American or Australian we were all just the same. We were kids, patriotic to our own countries, determined to do our duty with courage, as our fathers had done in a previous conflict a quarter of a century earlier, and we were all homesick.
I still carry some of the demons from Vietnam and there are many visions I try hard to forget, but the memory of the hospitality of that day is still very dear to me.
Thanksgiving this year will fall on my 65th birthday so I will undoubtably be having a couple of glasses of amber beverage. I will however be proud to take the time to toast you Americans on your day.
Roger.