To close out the month of May, I wrote a column paying homage to all our fallen service men and women in recognition of Memorial Day. At the end of that piece I talked about a follow up for Veterans Day, when we would publish an article about living veterans and their stories. The 3 men we spoke to were all active during Vietnam, and shared separate tales of survival and perseverance. The fact that we only spoke to men from the same era is not in any way discriminatory, it is just that these are the people we found who were willing to share their stories.
There was no apprehension in his voice when Douglas Elliott reflected on his journey, which goes back more than 4 decades to May 2, 1966. It was 5 months after he celebrated his twenty-first birthday, when Mr. Elliott of Grinnell, Iowa was building a wooden bridge to make a passageway for 3 American tanks that were trapped. He actually spotted the enemy and chose not to open fire, and that decision turned out to be a costly one. “I was walking along the road and they blew me up,” said Elliott. “I never lost consciousness–just my eyesight.” With fragments all over his face, Mr. Elliott had to crawl to safety with the assistance of an officer.
Almost 4 years later on April 7, 1970, Alpidio Rolon, a native of Puerto Rico, found out what it was like to walk a mile in Mr. Elliott’s shoes. Rolon, only 20 at the time, said he remembers it like yesterday when that grenade exploded about eight feet away, waking him up at about two in the morning and discovering that he had been blinded. “I started screaming medic, medic,” said Rolon. “Then I heard the captain say ‘Tell him to shut up!’ I did, because if I didn’t they’d be able to find us and get us.” After about an hour he was air-lifted to a hospital, and several weeks later he was transported to a rehabilitation center.
Mr. Rolon and Mr. Elliott had no problems with the services they received in the aftermath of being injured. “A few weeks later a guy gave me a cane and took me to the room for physical therapy,” said Rolon. “After the third day, he said ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, but I’m not coming to get you.’ He told me, ‘I expect you at 10 in the morning,’ and I often tell people that the approximately 200 meter walk to get there was the longest walk of my life.”
Mr. Elliott was not only pleased with his rehab, he is even more complementary of the financial benefits he received. “I’m glad that the country pays me some money,” said Elliott.” I’ve always worked and I believe that blind people should work because that’s what I fought for. I’m a guy without a high school diploma, but the government was able to help me get a masters degree and I like that.” Mr. Elliott used his college education and applied it to social work, from which he is now retired.
After losing his sight, Mr. Rolon has spent his years fighting to make Puerto Rico a better place for the blind to live. “I’ve basically been an activist and a militant in terms of rights for the blind here.” Speaking about Mr. Rolon, Mr. Elliott said, “I don’t know him hardly at all, he’s just one of my heroes.”
Neither Mr. Elliott nor Mr. Rolon are acquainted with Roberto Diaz, another blind Veteran who resides in Naugatuck, Connecticut. Whether they know it or not, all 3 men have several things in common. They have no regrets, and just enjoy helping others. Mr. Diaz, who did not lose his sight during combat, recently became blind as a result of being electrocuted on the job as a fire fighter. Now he is working to obtain his college degree, with aspirations of becoming a teacher. “I want to teach the kids no one else wants to teach,” said Diaz. “Essentially last stop before jail schools. Between me being a street guy all my life, serving the country, working as a fire fighter, and being bilingual, I don’t anticipate not being able to connect with these kids.”
This week, many people will be connecting in honor of Veterans Day, and no matter what era they served, it all contributes to our freedom. Mr. Diaz said, “On Veterans Day, I make it a point to toast those that have gone before me, those that I was with, and those that are there now.” Mr. Rolon can certainly appreciate that sentiment of respecting the past but also not dwelling on it. He spoke about his tour of duty and summed it up rather precisely. “I never look back at that and regret that,” Rolon said. “I work on a 24-hour plan and I’m going to do what I can do today and let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.”