2004 West Coast
Party
April 19-22, 2004
Palm
Springs, CA
Dear Mr.
Barrett,
I just wanted to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for posting my
message to Mr. Gene Frice in my show of respect and my sadness for the passing
of his wife, and also for the very kind words that you at the beginning
of the "mail call". Also, for being such a great friend over the last several
years and helping me look for information on my grandfather. I truly value
our friendship more than you will know and I regard it as an honor to
be able to call myself your friend, as well as the honor of the other members
of the 517th considering me as, sort of a "grandson of the 517th". Of course,
I have also met some really great, brave men (the bravery means even more
since you guys were, in actuality, only kids back then) through the 517th
& also because you have always treated me with such respect, even though the
respect should be given to you and your fellow brothers. (soldiers) You guys
are the true heroes along with my grandfathers. My contribution to this
country, as just a regular small business owner, is so insignificant compared
to the mind numbing, bloody, terrifying, exhausting, heated combat that you
guys had to go through in ww2, giving the rest of us the biggest gift that
could ever be given, freedom. I have never taken my freedom lightly,
although, I didn't give it the due attn. That it deserves, before you and I
began looking for information on my grandfather which resulted in meeting many
other veterans, hearing their stories from the war, and, reading documents and
books from world war 11 and the 517th / 82nd parachute infantry/ the battle of
the bulge / and the attack on pearl harbor as well as the attack from the
Ardennes forest resulting in the battle of the bulge where my grandfather
fought along with his brothers (many of you). Unfortunately, so many
Americans take their freedom for granted and I hope that the (spineless)
attack on our mainland soil on September the 11th opened some eyes. After
9-11, I talked it over with my wife, and, after a few days of doing a whole
lot of thinking and praying, I decided to visit the recruiter's office and try
to convince them to allow me to join either the "82nd airborne" or the ground
infantry and my wife was going to quit her job and run my business.
Guaranteed infantry was my only "demand" in joining. Although this really
worried my wife because we spend so much time together as best friends and a
couple that loves each other more now, after 11+ years, than we did in the
beginning of our marriage, she still knew that this was something that was
very important to me and she knows how much I love my country. Anyway, the
army recruiter unfortunately turned me away since I’m 31, 20 #. Heavier than
the "ideal weight" (which would require a dang anorexic) , and i have mitral
valve prolapse and a history of anxiety attacks (caused by an imbalance of a
brain fluid called ceritonin). I really wanted to fight for my country and,
dead or alive, (preferably the latter) know that I’ve participated in a
mission of freedom for countries that are ruled by an iron fist and terror,
and, most important, putting all of my cards on the table to protect our
county from some evil and ruthless leaders, giving me the opportunity to pay
you guys back by protecting you for a change. Although I wanted to join the
marines in '91, I (regretfully) made the choice to go with advice that I
received. (from people who had negative experiences in the military - there's
only certain types of people who are actually like the order, the clean
lifestyle, (in today's military), the growing experience, the discipline, the
physical benefits, the debt paid back to our veterans and the honor. (I’m one
of those people and I’ve always been very attracted to that way of life. I
guess that type of feelings skip a generation but I have always wanted to be a
soldier or a police officer.)
I guess I better get back to work.
Thanks again Mr. Barrett. That 'mail call' really meant a lot to me.
Your friend,
Chris Liddell