In Honor Of The Fallen Vietnam War Brothers Of North Adamsville Whose Names Are Now Eternally Etched In Stone At Town Hall And Down In Washington

In Honor Of The Fallen Vietnam War Brothers Of North Adamsville Whose Names Are Now Eternally Etched In Stone At Town Hall And Down In Washington

By Frank Jackman  

Recently I mentioned that I was probably the surprise choice to take up an  assignment honoring a couple of my Tonio’s Pizza Parlor corner boys, Rick Rizzo and Donald White, from the early 1960s who grow up in the desperately poor Acre section of North Adamsville and laid down their young heads in some now forgotten battlefields of Vietnam.  A key reason for that judgment when the other guys asked me to put a little tribute together that this year is the 50^th anniversary of my struggle as a military resister to that same war. A very, very different storyline from Rick and Donald’s. I was the only one from our crowd who at that time joined the internal Army resistance. I had refused orders to Vietnam, did stockade time and that was that. I have, and others have too, gone through the particulars of my experience elsewhere so that need not detain us here. Besides this is about Rick and Donald (nobody ever called him anything but Donald so I will stick with that).     

Rich was a gung-ho guy, a tough little bastard who imbibed all the anti-communist red scare stuff that we were being force-fed but he was a true believer, a guy who really did want to eliminate every enemy of America. In the early 1960s during what was still the deep Cold War even if there had been some abatement in the national red scare epidemic I had been almost as firm in my beliefs about the “commie menace” as the next guy although maybe not as much as Rich. When Rick blasted us about the latest atrocities by the Communists somewhere we all went ho-hum, even the Scribe who was the most political of all of us. There were a few other guys, maybe Frankie Riley whose parents were rabid Irish Catholics and serious archenemies of the commies, who hung around Tonio’s like Rick but most of us just wanted to get laid and have some booze, stuff like that. Regular high school guy stuff then, and almost mandatory for life among the corner boys.

Rick signed on the dotted line right after high school in 1964 I think with the idea of making the military a career, a choice of many not going to college guys looking to grab a skill while serving their country. In those days in the Acre, the serious working- class section of North Adamsville and home to all the corner boys, not many of the guys expected to, wanted to, or were smart enough to seek the college path. Life was -graduate high school, get a job where you might pick up a skill, get married, have kids, and after a billion years retire and nobody would have been surprised if some young man decided to go into the military rather than be drafted to have some choice in learning a skill. That was Rick to a tee.    

When Rick came home from basic or maybe it was AIT he was all spit and polish and frankly we looked up to him whether we ourselves would enlist or not. (With maybe a couple of exceptions for guys with some kind of medical problems or sole support of the family every guy in the roving Tonio’s corner boy crowd served in the military.) Sometime in late 1965 he got orders for Vietnam and we had a big party for him, as it turned out the last time we would see him. In August of 1966 somewhere in the Central Highlands of South Vietnam during a major confrontation Rick got blown away. The news when it came to us was a shock and each one of the corner boys whatever our subsequent views on that Vietnam War, or wars in general, probably to this day has a little sorrow in his heart for Rick’s too young fate.

Donald White was slightly different. He had gone to college for a year but just couldn’t cut it, was not his thing. Donald never was much of a student, could not bear when the Scribe would start reading stuff out loud.  (Some recruiter from North Adamsville Junior College came through the school senior year and grabbed a bunch of kids including Donald who were not qualified to get into a four- year college to enroll with the idea of eventually going to some other school). That drop-out subjected him to the getting very familiar notice to report for induction from his “friends and neighbors” at the local draft board. Instead of waiting for the other shoe to drop he decided to enlist and grab a clerk’s job, maybe as typist, as his MOS. Two unfortunate things befell him. One the war in Vietnam was raging out of control with call-ups of addition manpower every few months and so despite his clerical training he was assigned to an infantry unit in-country when he got orders in 1967. Two, there were really no battle-lines in that damn war like in Europe in World War II and so even lowly clerks had to act as infantrymen, build perimeters, lay mines, dig foxholes and do sentry duty    or get blown away. He from what one of his Army buddies told us later was in the thick of the firefights when unit positions were under attack. One night when “Charlie” came over the top Donald fell down, laid his golden blonde hair down in some muddy field.           

All of us guys still standing, pro-war, anti-war, Vietnam vets or “era” (like me) still around agree that there was a very big difference between what got Rick and Donald to join the war effort without qualms before 1968 and what TET and the endless calls for escalation, more bodies as did to the morale of the American forces and the possibilities of winning. Most of us who did our military service did so in the post-1968 and that reflected the chance in spirit even among those who had not the slightest desire to resist (by the way not one of our Tonio’s guys was a draft resister and like I said before I was the only military resister).

All this to say whatever our personal attitudes then or now we had no wish for the death of any individual soldier. Certainly not Rick and Donald. So maybe that is why I was the guy selected to give this late eulogy for our Tonio’s fallen.