View of Diamond head in the distance, Stephi, Davie, Al on playground next to our cabin with kids (Kailua Military Camp on big island of Hawaii), Cafeteria & Fran.  All pictures taken by Fran except the one of her (it was taken by Barb in Pearl Harbor HI).

VIETNAM By: Frances M. McCrory-Meservy Sept 1969-Oct 1970 (June 5 - June 20, 1970 in Hawaii)

Our children and I moved next door to my mother while Al was in Vietnam and we started going to church again. I had grown up in this church and felt at home.

Eight months after Al left for Vietnam, the college kids came home for the summer. They were in my Sunday school department. Immediately they brought the war into the department. They were against the Vietnam war & bombing of Parrots Peak about 50 miles from where Al was stationed in Nah Bay (the communications repair center). I thought Nah Bay was one of the prime targets of the munitions' build up at Parrots Peak. The college kids were verbally abusive and militant in their protest.

 After that, I would go to a cafe next to the church during Sunday School, purchase a newspaper, read it and then go to the worship services after Sunday School was over.

I was very concerned that Al would be killed in Vietnam and realized that I still loved him and did not want him dead. By not going to Sunday school, I avoided being emotionally upset.

I was home for another eight months and during that time, not one person came to talk to me about coming back to Sunday school or to console me about my husband. I felt betrayed by my church and did not go to church anywhere after we moved.

Seven years later, God showed me I had to forgive the church and reconcile myself to the fact that people in church are not perfect. I was only hurting myself and needed Christian leadership and friends to encourage me.

Had I stayed in a Navy town, I would have had the help and support I needed from the church while Al was in a war zone (shore duty/not on a ship). My hometown was the wrong place to be and could not understand my problems because others there did not have the same problems.

Vietnam was a hard time for families left behind with a liberal news media and militant anti-war demonstrators. There was no where to escape the prejudices. Good did come out of this: I hate all kinds of prejudices and so do our children.

In May 1970, Al got R & R to Hawaii and the kids and I flew out to join him. We had one week together at Kailua Military Camp on the big island. We loved it there and hated to leave. It was really strange though. The war had changed Al and he was distant. I felt like I was shacking up with a stranger. I've been told it was because we were separated for such a long time; but we had been separated for 5 to 7 month cruises before. This was different. I guess it was just the war.

Al flew back to Vietnam. The kids and I stayed a week with Lee and Barb. They were stationed at Pearl Harbor. Barb showed us all the sights and I thoroughly enjoyed our visit with them.

Mat 18:21-22 Then Peter came to Him and said, "Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?" Jesus said to him, "I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven.

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