In 1995, in Chicago, veterans of Silver Post No. 282 celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of their victory over Japan, marching around a catering hall wearing their old service caps, pins, ribbons and medals. My father sat at his table, silent. He did not wear his medals.

My parents, Gil and Gladys Palast, on their wedding day during World War II.

He had given them to me thirty years earlier. I can figure it exactly: March 8, 1965.

That day, like every other, we walked to the newsstand near the dime store to get the LA Times. He was a Times man. Never read the Examiner.

He looked at the headline: U.S. Marines had landed on the beach at Danang, Vietnam.

As a kid, I was fascinated by my dad’s medals. One, embossed with an eagle and soldiers under a palm tree, said “Asiatic Pacific Campaign.” It had three bronze stars and an arrowhead.

My father always found flag-wavers a bit suspect. But he was a patriot, nurturing this deep and intelligent patriotism. To him, America stood for Franklin D. Roosevelt and the Four Freedoms.

My father’s army had liberated Hitler’s concentration camps and later protected Black students on their way to school in Little Rock, Arkansas. His America put its strong arm around the world’s shoulder as protector. On the back of the medal, it read “Freedom from Want and Fear.”

His victory over Japan was a victory of principles over imperial power, of freedom over tyranny, of right over Japan’s raw military might. A song he taught me from the early days of the war, when Japan had the guns and we had only ideals, went,

We have no bombers to attack with,

We have no fighters to defend the flag with,

But Eagles, American Eagles,

Fight for the rights we adore!

“That’s it,” he said that day in 1965, and folded the newspaper.

The politicians had ordered his army, with its fierce postwar industrial killing machines, to set upon Asia’s poor. Too well read in history and too experienced in battle, he knew what was coming. He could see right then what it would take other Americans ten years of that war in Vietnam to see: American bombers dropping napalm on straw huts, burning the same villages Hirohito’s invaders had burned twenty years earlier.

Lyndon Johnson and the politicians had taken away his victory over Japan. They stole his victory over tyranny.

When we returned home, he dropped his medals into my twelve-year-old hands to play with and to lose among my toys.

This month marks the 50th Anniversary of the Vietnamese victory over US occupation. I had lucked out on the “draft lottery,” which should have been called the “death lottery,” so I did not have to kill nor be killed.

But In 1995, my wife Linda and I went to Vietnam. She was there to help out rural credit unions lending a few dollars to farmers so they could buy pigs and chickens.

On March 8, while in Danang, I walked up a long stone stairway from the beach to a shrine where Vietnamese honor their parents and ancestors.

Halfway up, a man about my age had stopped to rest, exhausted from his difficult, hot climb on one leg and crutches. I sat next to him, but he turned his head away, ashamed of his ragged clothes, parts of an old, dirty uniform.

The two of us watched the fishermen at work on the boats below. I put one of my father’s medals down next to him. I don’t know what he thought I was doing. I don’t know myself.

In 1945, on the battleship Missouri, Douglas MacArthur accepted the surrender of Imperial Japan. I never thought much of General MacArthur, but he said something that stuck with me.

“It is for us, both victors and vanquished, to rise to that higher dignity which alone benefits the sacred purposes we are about to serve.”

This story was originally published by the International Herald Tribune and the San Diego Union Tribune which resulted in threatening phone calls to my elderly parents, both veterans. The photo of Gil and Gladys Palast is from their wedding, both in uniform, during World War II.

This story can also be found in my book, The Best Democracy Money Can Buy, in the original edition, a New York Times bestseller of which there a few copies extant. You may obtain a signed copy by donating to the Palast Investigative Fund.

Greg Palast (Rolling Stone, Guardian, BBC) is the author of The New York Times bestsellers, Billionaires & Ballot Bandits and the book and documentary, The Best Democracy Money Can Buy.
His latest film is Vigilantes Inc.: America's New Vote Suppression Hitmen