Group active since Thu, May 29, 2014
I wanted to create a group where we can honor those who have and are serving our country.
It started as military but will be expanded to include our brave first responders also.
Some members of Just A Pinch are in countries other than the U.S.A.
Please feel free to join us with your stories about your military friends and family members.
This group is not for sharing recipes but rather for sharing the love and the stories of those we know who have served or are serving.
Treat this as a tribute group for the brave men and women who make our freedoms possible.
May 29, 2014
Those who made it home came home physically in 1 piece but suffered many different issues as a result of war.
I have always been deeply affected by military people.
When VietNam happened I was horribly angry when we had POW and MIA people .. that just wasn't right.
I began campaigning to make people aware and to do my little part to bring our people home one way or another.
It was approximately 1997 when I came upon a website called Operation Just Cause.
This website was all about our POW and MIA people.
They had an "adoption" form there. I read it and signed up immediately.
What happened was very cool. I was given the name and history of a military person, from my state, who was MIA in VietNam.
At the time I had a website and decided to include a special area for military.
My adopted MIA is named RoberT Wayne Altus.
Captain Altus was an Air Force pilot. He and his weapons and systems operator 1st Lt. William
Phelps were shot down Nov. 23, 1971 over Laos.
Neither of them have ever been found.
I built a page on this person. When it was done I asked the organization to get in touch with his family so they could see what I had done.
His sister contacted me within 2 days via telephone. She told me that his mother had just passed away but his father was still alive. She had shown the page I created to his father and it moved him to tears knowing that a complete stranger cared enough about his son to try and keep the word out about our POW/MIA people.
As time went by I got to meet these 2 wonderful individuals. The sister was so much fun and very helpful and informative. It was almost as though we were sisters. His father was quite the character. He was such a sweet old man. He died in 2006 and the sister passed in 2008.
My time spent with them was very special and will forever be precious in my memory.
We went together to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall in Portland Oregon one afternoon. We found Robert's name and I have to tell you that it was such a powerful moment to see that name and to touch it.
We did a tracing of his name and spent a fair amount of time in silence holding hands and shedding a few tears.
Here is a link to his story (not my webpage)
And here is a photo of my MIA ... RIP Robert Wayne Altus.
Jul 9, 2017
Ronald L. Ridgeway was “killed” in Vietnam on Feb. 25, 1968.
The 18-year-old Marine Corps private first class fell with a bullet to the shoulder during a savage firefight with the enemy outside Khe Sanh.
Dozens of Marines, from what came to be called “the ghost patrol,” perished there.
At first, Ridgeway was listed as missing in action. Back home in Texas, his old school, Sam Houston High, made an announcement over the intercom.
But his mother, Mildred, had a letter from his commanding officer saying there was little hope. And that August, she received a “deeply regret” telegram from the Marines saying he was dead.
On Sept. 10, he was buried in a national cemetery in St. Louis. A tombstone bearing his name and the names of eight others missing from the battle was erected over the grave. His mother went home with a folded American flag.
But as his comrades and family mourned, Ron Ridgeway sat in harsh North Vietnamese prisons for five years, often in solitary confinement, mentally at war with his captors and fighting for a life that was technically over.
Last month, almost 50 years after his supposed demise, Ridgeway, 68, a retired supervisor with Veterans Affairs, sat in his home here and recounted for the first time in detail one of the most remarkable stories of the Vietnam War.
As the United States marks a half-century since the height of the war in 1967 and ’68, his “back-from-the-dead” saga is that of a young man’s perseverance through combat, imprisonment and abuse.
He was 17 when he signed up with the Marines in 1967. He was 18 when he was captured, 19 when his funeral was held and 23 when he was released from prison in 1973.
“You have to be willing to take it a day at a time,” he said. “You have to set in your mind that you’re going to survive. You have to believe that they are not going to defeat you, that you’re going to win.”
About 9:30 on the morning of Feb. 25, Pfc. Ridgeway’s four-man fireteam charged an enemy trench line.
The curving trench seemed empty when they got there. But as Ridgeway and the others made their way along it, suddenly an enemy grenade dropped in.
“We back around the curve,” he recalled. “It blows up.”
“We throw a couple grenades,” he said. “We backed off. . . . Then we realized the firing [from Marines] behind us had almost died down to nothing.”
When they stood up to look around, they saw North Vietnamese soldiers walking through the underbrush toward them. “I guess they thought we were all dead,” he said.
“We cut loose on them,” he recalled. “They were easy targets.”
Ridgeway had been part of a platoon of about 45 men sent out from the besieged Khe Sanh combat base, in what was then northern South Vietnam, to find enemy positions, and perhaps capture a prisoner.
The enemy’s noose around the Marine base had been tightening, with heavy mortar and artillery fire, and the patrol was hazardous. Six thousand Americans were surrounded by 20,000 to 40,000 North Vietnamese soldiers.
On that foggy morning, the patrol’s leader, 2nd Lt. Donald Jacques, 20, strayed off course and was drawn into a deadly ambush, Jacques’s company commander, Capt. Kenneth W. Pipes, said.
More than two dozen Marines, including Jacques, were killed.
One of the Marines in the trench with Ridgeway, James R. Bruder, 18, of Allentown, Pa., was cut down as the enemy returned fire, according to author Ray Stubbe’s book about Khe Sanh, “Battalion of Kings.”
“Stitched him across the chest and killed him,” Ridgeway remembered.
The fire team leader, Charles G. Geller, 20, of East St. Louis, Ill., took a peek, and a bullet creased his forehead, knocking him down.
“Everybody’s dead,” Geller said, according to Stubbe’s book. “Everybody behind us is dead. . . . What are we going to do?”
They had to retreat. Geller left first, running back across the field where they had charged, followed by Ridgeway.
The son of a Southern Pacific railroad worker, Ridgeway came from a working-class neighborhood of Houston. He had a younger brother.
His parents were divorced. He had left high school and joined the Marines because “I wanted to get away,” he recalled.
As he and Geller ran to the rear, they came upon Willie J. Ruff, 20, of Columbia, S.C., who was lying on his back with a broken arm.
“We were in a hurry,” Ridgeway said. “But we stopped. He was wounded.”
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