David Bowen 's ' The Red Scare ' Essay

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David Bowen was born just in time for the Red Scare in the 1950s that blanketed all of America and pitted neighbors and family against each other. If I was born at the same time in his home town of Virginia, we would have had a similar taste for life and nearly a carbon-copy of career choices. We would have both enlisted in the U.S. Marines and have been shipped off to the jungles of Vietnam. This would have been an unusual and petrifying experience for the both of us. We would have trudged through the mud, run patrols out in the rainy jungles and waist high rice fields, been harassed by the local populace, and routinely prayed to the big guy upstairs that we’d get home in one piece. As the days passed by in country, we would have seen new faces replace the wounded and dead. Those new faces wouldn’t have been known for long. Our faces would have exerted only pity for the unfortunate six foot lanky boys that had to flush out the Viet Cong spider holes and disgust for the men that fell into a bacteria infested punji pit. All the horrors of war, from being burnt alive to being reduced to a puddle of pink mush, we would have seen firsthand, whether we wanted to or not. I would have done my best to stick through all the tours in Vietnam with Bowen and beyond after his medical discharge. People wouldn’t have offered us a hero’s welcome home, but instead would have shunned us. They would have called us murderers, baby killers, monsters. The remainder of our days would most…

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