makes the nightmares go away. Thereâs not enough pills or booze to make the nightmares go away, but painâ¦. In jail I
made
them do me [beat him]âgrabbed a guard and beat him so theyâd do meâ¦. If I get hurt bad it helps the nightmares go away faster.â
Wiry is an intelligent, capable man. After discharge from the Navy, between 1970 and 1985 he held himself together by being a workaholic, building up and repeatedly losing businesses, both legal and illegal. Hestarted a successful delicatessen and then destroyed the business when his symptoms flared up. He describes âcertain points where I get erraticâall fucked upâand whatever I have going at the time is irrelevant.â He has worked as a caterer, as a tractor-trailer driving instructor, and as a trucker. Several of his businesses were criminal, âin the rackets,â for which he has served prison terms.
One such criminal business involved stealing locked safes from business establishments and then expertly opening them elsewhere with explosivesâa civilian application of his trained military skill. He informs me that an ordinary auto tow truck is quite up to the job of pulling a safe through the wall of a building with its cable and then driving away with it.
His first VA hospitalization occurred in January 1985 when he was employed as a trucker. His truck broke down in the cold, and he called in to his employer, who promised to send help. Wiry waited in the truck, but help never came, resulting in the development of hypothermia, for which he had to be hospitalized. He now understands that he experienced this as a replay of being abandoned in the Mekong Delta after being blown off his boat. At the time, however, he did not see this: âThey left meâ¦. [After release from the hospital] I went off and I shot up the warehouseâ¦. I made the people who owned the company get down on their kneesâ¦. I treated them like [Vietnamese] prisoners.â
Treatment in the VA since the mid-1980s has only partially stabilized Wiry. He remains highly symptomatic, highly mistrustful, and highly explosive. In the periods around Christmas and around the anniversary of Tet in March [that is, of a period of thirty-five consecutive days of fighting during the Tet Offensive], he has gotten himself beaten up almost every year. He does this by going into a bar and attacking the largest man in the place. Wiry weighs no more than 140 and is about five feet seven, and, of course, wiry in build.
Speaking of his criminal activities he says, âItâs not the money, itâs the
action.â
His skills, his cunning, his craftâa precise word, because it means both highly developed skill
and
cunningâall become valuable again in âactionâ in a way that they never are in civilian life. To my knowledge, he has never read Tennysonâs poem
Ulysses,
but would readily subscribe to the following:
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnishâd, not to shine in use!
As thoâ to breathe were life â¦
He shares the disdain that Tennysonâs Odysseus has for the civilians: they merely âhoard, and sleep, and feed,
and know not me.â
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What kind of recognition and acknowledgment would have let Wiry feel he was âknown,â understood, and valued? Any kind? Would it have affected his need for âactionâ? I believe that a unit association of Riverine Force veterans, such as exists now thirty-plus years out, could have made this difference had it existed at the time.
Some readers will angrily accuse me of perpetuating the âcrazed, criminal, out-of-control Vietnam Veteran Stereotype.â
Absolutely nothing
I have to say here is distinctive to the Vietnam War. War itself does this. War itself creates situations that can wreck the mind. If Wiry has lost his reason at times, he had good reasons. Iâll put it as bluntly as I can: combat service per se smoothes the
Naomi Mitchison Marina Warner