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Wednesday, February 12, 2020 1:00 am

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Vietnam veteran's grit holds lesson for today

It's June 30, 1966.

I arrive in Saigon. Two days later, I am in Nha-Trang. Yes, it's hot.

This is my company, 272nd MP CO.

Charlie Hall arrived around two months early. I received a letter from Mom and Dad about two months later that said Charlie had been wounded, but he was OK.

I arrived home 13 months 3 days later. I asked Dad where Charlie was living. He told me he wasn't home yet. I found out he was in Chicago at the VA.

In Vietnam in 1966, he got hit with a mortar round. He lost both legs, both eyes, a finger and was full of shrapnel in his forehead.

In 1968 or 1969, he married. They had three children, and he obtained a college degree. Then he got a job working for Bramble's of Angola. He went snowmobiling, he went swimming, he would wire cars. Yes, he did all of this without legs or eyes.

Today, college students want everything free.

Yes, 51 years later, Charlie is still going strong; he lives in Angola.

“90 Charlie”

Frankln D. Patterson

Fremont

Family celebration made even nicer

My husband, our daughter and I went to Casa Mare's on Parnell Avenue for dinner. My husband is 95 years old and in a wheelchair.

We had a good time together and a delicious meal.

When it came time for our check, our waitress informed us that someone else had already paid our check completely.

We have no idea who that might have been but want to take this format to tell them thank you and we also pray that their generosity will be paid back to them.

Nancy Lunde

Fort Wayne

Little Turtle more worthy of salute than Gen. Wayne

Few would argue that two indelible stains on the history of the United States are the wholesale theft of land from the native people who occupied it and the importation of African slaves to work that land. It is not unpatriotic to acknowledge those hard truths; rather, it is unpatriotic to gloss over our nation's troubled beginnings.

I thought of this when considering CityCouncilman Jason Arp's creation of General “Mad” Anthony Wayne Day. In interviews, the councilman implied it is unreasonable to criticize the local celebration of the Revolutionary War hero, as he is the city's namesake.

But Fort Wayne was named long ago, in a time when the voices of marginalized peoples were never taken into consideration. We are now living in the 21st century when, thankfully, those voices are finally being heard.

History tells us that after his Revolutionary War service, Wayne owned slaves on a plantation in Georgia and later helped drive the native people from this area we now call home. These acts were not considered controversial in their time, but we know better now (or at least we should).

Naming cities, schools and libraries for those who oppressed non-whites was standard procedure in the past. We are now in a new era, however, one which demands we stop celebrating those whose legacy was created through the suffering of people of color. This is not burying history, but merely stopping the promotion of the fallacy of white supremacy.

To this end, I say why not a local celebration honoring Chief Little Turtle instead of his white, slave-owning oppressor?

Bea Jonas

Fort Wayne


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