Vietnam was ‘the wrong war in the wrong place at the wrong time.’
Our government has no right to send American boys to their death in any battlefield in the absence of a declaration of war… and no war has been declared in Southeast Asia, and until a war is declared, it is unconstitutional to send American boys to their death in South Vietnam or anywhere else in Southeast Asia. I don’t know why we think, just because we’re mighty, that we have the right to substitute might for right. And that’s the American policy in Southeast Asia.
—Senator Wayne Morse, who with Senator Ernest Gruening, was one of only two senators who voted against the Gulf of Tonkin resolution, which gave the U.S. and President Lyndon B. Johnson a free hand to wage war.
More than half a million U.S. troops were sent to serve in what was in reality a civil war. B-52s dropped as many or more bombs on rural North Vietnam than they did on Nazi Germany. 58,209 American servicemen and women were killed, a disproportionate number of them conscripts, and 153,303 were wounded, many forever damaged in body and mind. Millions of Southeast Asians died or suffered grievous wounds.
The U.S. was defeated by a largely guerrilla force.
Historian Robert Schulzinger’s shrewd judgment in his book A Time for War: The United States and Vietnam, 1941-1975 cannot be easily dismissed: “Had all American leaders not thought that all international events were connected to the Cold War, there would have been no American war in Vietnam” And no Vietnam Memorial.
They quickly abandoned their colony, leaving the U.S. as its imperial successor.
The U.S. supported post-WWII France as it sought to retain its Southeast Asian colonies. That is, until 1954, when the French occupiers, having been badly defeated by the Germans and everyone else since the Napoleonic wars, were just as badly beaten by the North Vietnamese at Dien Bien Phu. They quickly abandoned their colony, leaving in their wake the U.S. as its imperial successor.
A conference at Geneva divided North and South Vietnam at the 17th parallel with a pledge by the conferees to hold elections. The southern ruling circles, many of whose leaders had served in the French army, and Eisenhower’s pugnacious Secretary of State, John Foster Dulles, balked at any election, leaving their erstwhile allies in the south to shape a viable government, which they never could.
Still, in May 1961, Vice-President Lyndon B. Johnson, as most American politicians who traveled to Saigon would do — that is, until the final American defeat in 1975 — chatted with U.S. Generals living in air-conditioned comfort, and then pontificated to the press and the nation that victory was just around the corner. Most Americans and the mass media agreed with him. For them, ignorant and indifferent, the war was justified.
LBJ also came away praising Ngo Dinh Diem, the American puppet, as the “Winston Churchill of Asia” though this ersatz version of Churchill would be assassinated in 1963 in a CIA-supported coup. By the time President John F. Kennedy was killed in November 1963, he had dispatched 16,000 U.S. military “advisors” to Vietnam and a few more to Laos.
After 1965 more and more American
troops poured in.
After 1965 more and more American troops poured in while, with very few exceptions virtually all VIPs, congressmen, and the Capital’s pro-war hawks saw to it that their draft-eligible sons avoided active military duty. During Dick Cheney’s 1989 confirmation hearings as Secretary of Defense, he was asked why he had requested five draft deferments, which kept him safely at home. “I had other priorities in the ‘60s than military service,” he answered. “I don’t regret the decision I made… Was it [the war] a noble cause? Yes, indeed, I think it was.”
In the Congress, political courage was rare. The post-World War II rise of anti-colonialism was drowned out by the obsessive and paranoid anti-Communism of every U.S. President and nearly every politician. Kennedy’s gift to his successors in the White House was Vietnam, where as early as 1963, the North had virtually won the war.
One year later the House of Representatives voted unanimously to approve the Tonkin Resolution, which allegedly resulted from two North Korean torpedo boat attacks against two U.S. destroyers near the North Vietnamese coast. Before too long this dubious incident — much like the sinking of the Maine in 1898 and the post- 9/11 fabrication about Saddam Hussein’s Iraq having weapons of mass destruction — was used by Johnson Administration hawks to urge on a somewhat reluctant president to what they avidly desired: a land war on the Asian mainland, against which many military experts had long warned. It was also used to persuade — and frighten — the American people that distant, insignificant, and rural North Vietnam posed a major threat to their country and the western world.
Two dissenters emerged: Wayne Morse of Oregon and Alaska’s Ernest Gruening.
Even so, two Senatorial dissenters emerged: Wayne Morse of Oregon and Alaska’s brave and principled Ernest Gruening, who would always vote against spending for a war he detested. And in the White House circle, senior advisor and Under Secretary of State George Ball stood alone as he warned against going to war, accurately predicting that a disaster lay ahead, only to be overwhelmed by Johnson’s inner circle and the capital’s foreign policy “elite” panting for war.
Cheered on by most Americans and the media who had been schooled to believe that the Soviets were out to conquer all and only the U.S. stood in their way, the Domino Theory was dreamed up by American theorists (that all of Southeast Asia and more would fall if Hanoi wasn’t stopped; of course, no dominoes ever fell) and became the unquestioned mantra until 1967-68, when at last a growing and articulate anti-war movement began taking shape, especially after Johnson’s pro-war Republican presidential successor, Richard Nixon, and his principle advisor Henry Kissinger arrived.
By 1968, popular opposition to the war at home was widespread and it seemed as if the nation was undergoing a nervous breakdown, especially after the murders of Martin Luther King, Jr., and Robert Kennedy and later, in 1970, the killing of Kent State and Jackson State students. When the Vietnam Memorial was dedicated and became a sacred shrine to the dead, no one in political authority who had helped dream up this colossal bloodletting was ever held legally accountable, thereby insuring that few if any lessons would be learned in the decades ahead as we charged into Iraq and the Greater Middle East.
“Now I hate every Memorial Day, no matter which president presides over it,” wrote Philip D. Beidler, a Vietnam combat vet and lieutenant of armored cavalry and now a professor of English at the University of Alabama, in his unflinching book American Wars, American Peace:
I’m fed up with hearing speeches from people who don’t know any better, profaning the memory of people who most always, at least as I remember it in the decades since I came home, died scared and alone holding their wounds, or with piss and shit running down their legs, or with chunks of them blown off — or even drowned in an overturned tank.
Vietnam was, to paraphrase General Omar Bradley when he famously criticized America’s decision to go to war in Korea in 1950, “the wrong war in the wrong place at the wrong time.” It was yet another defeat after Korea, which however, granted more Americans in the years ahead the courage and independence of mind to publicly question whether there are limits to American military power. Should such an admirable skepticism ever take hold our children and grandchildren will never again be mere cannon fodder, playthings for homefront warriors.
[Murray Polner co-edits the online Shalom: The Jewish Peace Letter and is the History News Network‘s Senior Book Review Editor. He is the author of No Victory Parades: The Return of the Vietnam Veteran and Rabbi: The American Experience, and co-edited Peace, Justice and Jews.]
- Read more articles by Murray Polner on The Rag Blog.
One of several things I learned in the Ken Burns documentary: Before we sent troops to walk in the shoes of the defeated French, we had largely funded the French effort to retain that scrap of empire.
Imperialism was illegitimate in international law from the end of WWI—any real estate occupied by the “former” imperial powers was supposed to be for the purpose of readying the indigenes for self-government, a pretense that got more ridiculous by the year.
After WWII, the last struggles against imperialism got converted to proxy wars in the great bifurcation between Communism and capitalism. That was Vietnam. Calling that war imperialist was anachronistic. There was no profit to be had there for the U.S., and it had been a money pit for France for some time before they turned loose.
While I knew the economic cost had come to exceed the benefit for France, I did not know that the US took up the slack.
There was the war my father attended, in Algeria. 1957. Same story. No declaration of war. He was ordered, much later, three times to go to VietNam. And three times they red-lined his orders. I was a spacey kind of kid. It’s why he got red-lined, that and my oldest brother had suffered a head injury early, and my youngest at the time sister had seizures for a while, and I’m autistic. There were 7 of us kids when he was AWOL, not as big a thing as it sounds, and some of his comrades were drinking with him and one of them who had fought in Algeria pulled a knife. Told dad he would kill him if dad didn’t kill him first. So dad got a manslaughter charge. Which was substantially more severe than AWOL. They upgraded his discharge to Honorable later, I went to the Air Farts myself. Until they discovered during Tech School they had diagnosed me as Autistic 12 years earlier. Funny thing about it, there had been a fire at the archives. So it took them trivial paper which you had to sign in triplicate for such things as exchanging a light bulb or an empty toilet paper core to get another one. The saying is the only thing that you didn’t have to produce a dead one to get a new one was a soldier. Or a hand grenade. But with a grenade you’re supposed to fill out a form detailing where and when and why the grenade was expended.
I mean, so much for what the Pentagoons think of when it comes to loyalty down. They demand loyalty UP, and get all sanctimonious about how they ‘match it with loyalty down’ yeah, right. My last name is Brown. Between Br and Bu there’s precious few surnames. Bs, Bt, so his records and dad’s were burnt up at the same place and time. Difference being that George Senior and Senator Prescott Bush were highly placed government officials. So Junior’s records piss-a-deered but the VA found dad’s records with a quickness when he was dying of cancer. So much for the crap they tell you about how your uniform is a great equalizer. Something about Bush Jr going awol and kept going, from a ‘champagne outfit’ post of the Air National Guard. The blatant class differential shines through. In a very real way the draft for all the un-declared wars is exactly that. The Upper Class gets to tell the Lower Income peasants to go to Hell, literally. The war wasn’t just about nationality or ethnicity. Officers were long considered aristocrats. It’s the reason suggested, that Nurses were given officer’s commissions, it was the not-even-necessary-to-explain reason, the Officers were the only ones allowed to date the Only Women In The Military. Fraternization between the Enlisted peasants and the officers was punishable under the UCMJ. “keep your peasant hands
off OUR women”.
The Higher Ranks believe the commoners owe their aristocratic masters absolute obedience. Just as the rich and mighty Empire gets to suborn and rule over the Peasant nations. The ‘superior’ class got their collective ass rolled up and that ass got beat raw. Too bad they don’t believe it fully… yet.
My even darker take on not just this series, but Ken Burns in general: http://socraticgadfly.blogspot.com/2017/09/if-youve-been-watching-ken-burns-on.html
nice post
Bravo!!!!