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John W. Gabersek Jr. Memorial Scholarship
The Vietnam Veterans Wall -
November 16th 2008
Washington DC
Uncle
Johnnie and I visit the Vietnam Veterans Wall
and the Lincoln Memorial. This was our last visit to D.C.
The above photos were sent to me by a man also taking pictures at
the Vietnam Memorial. I have since lost his contact information so I
cannot credit him other than saying thank you so very much. They are
outstanding photos to say the least! They are some of the best ever taken
of John and myself.
Well these are the last pictures of Johnnie and I in D.C. Taken with my
Sony Mavica 88 Camera it was obvious that in comparison to those above shot by a
camera using a smart card rather than a floppy disc that I need to upgrade.
I did about a 6 months later as I prepared to go to France to correct Amin's
headstone, but it was too late to capture Johnnie at any of the Memorial's
around D.C.. None the less, it still captured the feeling and emotion we
gave out to everyone we met on "our missions". One of the last pictures I
took of Johnnie is below. There were many times that he was soldier, many
times a comedian and as in the picture below a little bit of both.
He made a difference, someone anyone could look up to, and in doing so, touched the lives of so many
people.
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The details regarding our visit there... John and I visited the Vietnam
Veterans Wall years ago and we had not been back in some time. With no
more
handicapped parking spaces at the WWII Memorial, (there are about six!) we circled the mall for another place
to visit. We found a perfect spot within a short walk of The Wall.
What was most special about this day was that this was the first time that my great uncle
Steve's uniform, Johnnie's brother in law, had been worn since wars end. I
felt so proud to wear it and it fit like a glove. Yet not all those at the Memorial were
impressed. The purpose for me dressing in WWII attire is many fold and
obviously I am too young looking to have been in service at that time. I
do so cause I am more mobile than John. While he usually takes a seat on
one of the benches around the various memorials I usually stand
and give those who will listen a brief rundown on John and the rest of the boys
in the family. In whatever uniform I wear, it grabs peoples attention, so
in turn, I can then focus their attention on John. So, with that being said, I
was approached by a man who represented some Vietnam Veteran's group which was
selling some literature of some sort. I was handing out cards to those
who stopped and talked to John and I. The cards have Johnnie's picture on
the front and a brief biography of his service and the web
address for our soldiersandsailors web site on the back. "What are you selling?" asked
this man. "Selling?" I replied. "Nothing sir."
"Your not selling anything?" he asked again. I replied, "My great uncle and
I have visited the WWII Memorial over a dozen times, we educate, inform and
allow people get to know about John and the rest of our family who served our
nation with honor and pride. I am handing out picture cards so people can
learn more about him." The man replied, "What's with the uniforms?"
I said to him, "Well this is my great uncle John, Combat Medic, WWII, who served
his country for more than 3 years, faced death and the horrors of war."
"And you?" My name is Eric Montgomery and I am representing my great uncle
Steven Simco, Corporal, 422nd Night Fighter Group, Battle of the Bulge veteran,
and today is the first time that his uniform has been worn in public for almost
64 years." I then handed him one of Johnnie's cards and urged him to
contact me once he visited the web site. He walked away and I never heard
from him again. Now the
reason I bring this up is this. In all the times we visited all the places
around D.C., we had never been questioned like this by anyone. It was
unnerving and insulting. Perhaps I shouldn't be wearing a uniform but I do
so to call attention to John and to those who paid the ultimate price in their lives and
unforgettable memories they carried with them until the passed onto history.
That is and was our purpose. With my uncle John now gone, I will continue to
wear proudly their uniforms so they will never be forgotten by anyone, including
this man.
Even at 89, John knew what price for freedom our boys have paid.
The expression in his face shows the seriousness of his patriotism.
When John and I went somewhere, we always made new friends.
It was cold out so as the sun went down we hustled back to the car
and had a nice meal before returning back to his home in Alexandria.
the Memorial Garden to visit my WWII Memorial Photo Gallery.