{"id":34504,"date":"2018-12-29T02:29:32","date_gmt":"2018-12-29T02:29:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=34504"},"modified":"2018-12-29T02:29:32","modified_gmt":"2018-12-29T02:29:32","slug":"time-of-my-life-part-9-shedding-emotional-baggage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=34504","title":{"rendered":"Time of My Life, Part 9: Shedding emotional baggage"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-34274\" src=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper.jpg 1800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve blogged already about my membership in the National Conference of Editorial Writers, a professional group whose title is self-explanatory. NCEW sponsored overseas journeys for those of us who wrote or edited opinion commentary for a living.<\/p>\n<p>A landmark journey occurred for me in the fall of 1989. It was my first extended overseas adventure that didn&#8217;t involve service in the U.S. military. That&#8217;s part of this brief chronicle of a chapter in a career that brought me great joy and excitement.<\/p>\n<p>In 1989, NCEW put together a trip to Southeast Asia. I got permission from my bosses at the Beaumont (Texas) Enterprise to go along. The trip would begin in Bangkok, Thailand; it would proceed to Hanoi, Vietnam; then to Phnom Penh, Cambodia; then back to Ho Chi Minh City (which the locals still refer to as &#8220;Saigon&#8221;). It was a fabulous sojourn to a part of the world some of us had seen up close two decades or so earlier while we served in the military.<\/p>\n<p>We toured the Hanoi Hilton prison where U.S. prisoners of war were kept; we toured the killing fields of Cambodia where the Khmer Rouge committed horrific acts of genocide against their own people; we saw the lake in Hanoi where the late John McCain was captured in 1967; we met with dignitaries in all three countries; we saw the capital of Cambodia, Phnom Penh, that was just beginning to recover from decades of war, misery and torture.<\/p>\n<p>The official portion of the trip ended in Saigon. Some members of our party went on to Indonesia; others of us ended the official tour at that point. I sought to return to Da Nang, where I served for a time as a U.S. Army aircraft mechanic. I was stationed at a place called Marble Mountain, assigned to the 245th Surveillance Aircraft Company; we maintained a fleet of OV-1 Mohawks.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to return there. The travel agent who managed all this arranged it for me and two of my colleagues to fly from Saigon to Da Nang.<\/p>\n<p>We arrived in Da Nang, checked into our hotel, caught our breath and then began touring the region.<\/p>\n<p>We drove out to Marble Mountain, about 8 or so miles south of the city. We got out of our vehicle and began walking along the sandy stretch just north of Marble Mountain. I noticed a few remnants of aircraft hangars. I saw pierced-steel planking we used to taxi our aircraft that had been repurposed as fences for residents; they hung flower pots from the PSP.<\/p>\n<p>Our guide, a young woman named Mai &#8212; a dedicated communist who also was delightfully efficient at her job &#8212; began explaining to me how the Vietnamese had swallowed our entire military presence there after we left the fight in 1973.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s when it hit me! Right in the gut!<em> The war was over!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The shooting was occurring when I arrived 20 years earlier; it was still occurring when I left. The war had ended. At that point, I broke down. I sobbed like a baby. My friends who came to Da Nang with me backed away, as did Mai. They left me alone.<\/p>\n<p>Then just as suddenly as it came, it stopped. I wiped the tears off my face. Took a huge breath &#8212; and realized I had just shed emotional baggage I had no idea I was carrying around.<\/p>\n<p>So it went. A career in print journalism enabled me to experience a kind of catharsis I never saw coming.<\/p>\n<p>How cool is that?<\/p>\n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve blogged already about my membership in the National Conference of Editorial Writers, a professional group whose title is self-explanatory. NCEW sponsored overseas journeys for those of us who wrote or edited opinion commentary for a living. A landmark journey occurred for me in the fall of 1989. It was my first extended overseas adventure &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=34504\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Time of My Life, Part 9: Shedding emotional baggage<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[568,3244,3736,5116],"class_list":["post-34504","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-international-news","tag-beaumont-enterprise","tag-ncew","tag-print-journalism","tag-vietnam-war"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34504","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=34504"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34504\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34505,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34504\/revisions\/34505"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=34504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=34504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=34504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}