We are the Fire Swept.
44
LEST WE FORGET
Hospitalman Russell H. Jacobson lay among the seriously wounded. Hit more than a dozen times as he raced up and down the FIRE-SWEPT TRAIL to pull casualties to safety, the “doc” had finally been felled when a slug ripped into his right hip, destroying it.
Edward F. Murphy, The Hill Fights (Presidio Press, 2003), p. 44
I started telling my dad's story for his legacy, for closure, and to finally understand what he went through.
Then I realized I'm one of countless families with a story like his. Stories that will be forgotten one day unless someone writes them down.
We cannot forget what you and your families went through for this country. Find yours below, or tell me who you carry with you.
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His full story lives at russelljacobson.com
My father, Russell Jacobson, was a 20 year old Navy corpsman in Vietnam. On Hill 861 in 1967, he ran up and down a fire-swept trail pulling Marines to safety until he was nearly killed. Friends of his never made it off that hill.
He came home anyway. Home to a country that didn't want to hear about it, so mostly he didn't talk about it. The war took the rest of his youth and left him a body he had to work around for the rest of his life. He built a family and a life anyway.
Then, decades later, what our own government sprayed across Vietnam caught up with him. In 2015 he died of lymphoma, one of the cancers the VA links to Agent Orange. I've watched it take men like him slowly, painfully, without dignity.
They survived the war. We can't let them go quietly, and we can't let their stories go quietly either.
“Fire-swept trail” comes from page 44 of the history book where I first read what he did. It became the name of this project.