The Sarge: Reflections of Vietnam

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August 19, 2013

The best thing about promoting my books is meeting and hearing the stories of those who served in Vietnam. These are a few of  the unabridged musings and memories of Forrest L. Gomez, a ‘Nam vet and hero.


I get called Sarge because I hate “Forrest,” something family members still get away with. I was born at Camp Stoneman, CA when my dad was a soldier. Grew up in the San Pablo/San Francisco Bay Area when the land down there was still sane. Graduated 182nd out of 772  from Skyline High School, Oakland, CA.

Tried college for one quarter; they asked me not to come back. Joined the Army in 1967. Nam 68-70, Salvador, 81-82. Did tours in Germany and Belgium. Worked in communications, infantry, and special ops. Left the Army in January 1990, and let the young folks fight the First Gulf War. Hacked around in security and body guard work for awhile. Worked at Thornewood Castle on American Lake in Wa for over five years as caretaker. Got fired by the new owners and went into business for myself as an independent gardener, just before Nine-Eleven. Been at it ever since. While at Fort Dix (first as a drill sergeant, then an instructor), I got degrees in history and business management.

I’m on my fourth marriage; two women left me for other men and my last wife succumbed to insanity. I am married to Cathy Fritz now, a retired nurse who is frail and often ill, but manages to find time to spoil me terribly. I have two daughters, both by my second wife, and one of whom lives with me with my grand son and grand daughter. (Abandoned by their father.) I have a step daughter in college in upstate New York, and adopted daughters and sons all over the world, thanks to the internet. I have been Christian since 1979 (that’s a story in itself), I am a Christian conservative, a VFW member, an NRA member, and I own lots of guns and an assault rifle.

I used to be a Democrat, but I grew up after a Democrat congress denied funds to President Ford and allowed 300,000 Vietnamese refugees to die at sea. I love God, and I fight my bad memories by immersing myself in His Word, family, friends, and church. Feel free to ask me about anything else, beautiful sister. – The Sarge


MEMORIES OF DAYS GONE BY: The Indifferent (Communist Sympathizer) Media 

People often wonder why I have such contempt for the mainstream media. Even my wife shakes her head sometimes at my attitude towards CNN, the New York Times, etc. Well, I have a short story I would like to share. I am entering the winter of my life, and this small fact of history needs to put out there one more time, since few who remember it are still alive.

In 1969, during the Southeast Asia war games (we came in second), the Vietnamese police called my team to a local Catholic school. The priest and the nuns at this school ardently supported the South Vietnamese government, and tried to encourage their students (all girls) to do the same.

What I saw that day was positively the worst atrocity I have ever seen anywhere. All of the little girls were shot dead and stacked like cord wood, with blood and brain matter streaking their starched white blouses and pleated skirts. The older girls were taken to their dorms, raped, then strangled to death. The priest and all of the nuns, except the oldest one, were made to kneel, and were clubbed to death with rifle butts. The old nun said that a Viet Cong force had come to the school during the night, and the rest was self explanatory.

We called the reporters to come see this ghastly result, but nobody was interested. Everyone was talking and writing about My Lai. Well, we got a Montangard tracker and went after them. 31 volunteers went out, and 18 of us came back on our own two feet, but we got them all. We took no prisoners, and they offered none. There was a drop off in attendance at Catholic services in that area for a long time. People said that it was like there never was a God.

I know some people won’t believe this, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Thank God I have my Cathy, when I wake up from the nightmares. God’s ways are not always to our understanding, but He is the blessed controller of all things. Commend your spirits into His hands this day and always, brothers and sisters. – The Sarge

MEMORIES OF DAYS GONE BY: Note to a Vietnamese (Sweetheart)

Lanh, I am getting old now, and it’s been many years since that dreadful war in your homeland took your precious life. I remember the times we had together (too few), in between patrols and missions, when we talked about getting married. I will not dwell this day on might-have-beens, but suffice it to say that life should have been better to you, for you were so good to life. We were so busy when our compound was under siege by some of the toughest Viet Cong troops in the war, that it did not occur to us that they would send a detachment to your little town and kill those who worked for the Allies.

You and fifty-one others gave your lives that day for the perpetuation of the worker’s paradise. Lanh, I remembered the things that you said about God and His Son. It took awhile, dear lady, but eleven years after your cruel death, I became a soldier for Christ. We did not win that awful struggle, but your people are a brave and noble lot, and I believe the cruel masters of Vietnam will soon go the way of the old Soviet empire. We Nam vets have little to show for our efforts except a magnificent wall and memories of love and comradeship, but perhaps that is enough.

Lanh, I hope you don’t mind, but I married a wonderful woman named Cathy. She is a nurse (now retired), she loves me and spoils me, and I have someone to cling to when the nightmares come. My country and this world are not at all everything they should be, but we have read the Book, and we know that God and His people win in the end. Rest in peace, dear and lovely lady, and know that we will all meet again. Lord, into your hands I commend my spirit. – The Sarge

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