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By Michel Robertson, WNC Military History Museum board member/Special to the Times-News
Posted Jan 2, 2019 at 10:52 PMUpdated Jan 2, 2019 at 10:52 PM

Building tunnels and forts with his friends in the swamps near Georgetown, South Carolina offered young Earl “Flynn” Trimnal excellent conditioning for the job he would someday assume in Vietnam — that of a “tunnel rat.”
“From the time I was about 6 years old, I wanted to join the Marine Corps,” said Trimnal, now a Western North Carolina resident. “My dad was in the Navy at Utah Beach in Normandy and I grew up wanting to serve my country. For three years, beginning in ninth grade, I worked after school, earning money to pay for summer school classes so I could graduate early. I wanted to get to Vietnam to help my country.”
The 17-year-old high school graduate entered the Marine Corps in October 1967. His training took him from boot camp at Parris Island to Camp Lejeune and then Camp Geiger for advanced training in the 106 recoilless rifle, flame throwers and demolition. In Okinawa, Trimnal continued his training. The day he turned 18, he was on a plane to Vietnam.

Congratulations, you’re a tunnel rat!
Trimnal was assigned to the 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion, 26th Marines.
“When I got off the chopper, this big old gunnery sergeant kept looking at me and scratching his head. I said, ‘PFC Trimnal reporting as ordered sir,’ and he said, ‘Congratulations, Private Trimnal! You’re our new tunnel rat.’”
During the Vietnam War, Communist guerrilla troops (Viet Cong) dug tens of thousands of tunnels, using them for intelligence work and as effective hiding locations after ambushes. American “tunnel rats” were combat engineers on underground search and destroy missions — small, thin and highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, armed only with flashlights, knives and pistols.
In the tunnels Trimnal found booby traps — grenades, mines and punji sticks — venomous snakes, rats, huge spiders and scorpions. Sometimes poisonous gases were used.
“I lived in constant fear of not knowing what I would encounter or who I would meet with each foot that I crawled, knowing I could set off a booby-trap at any moment.
“They would find a tunnel and call me in. Usually they’d tie a rope to my foot, so they could pull me out if I got shot. Several times I had to throw a grenade because there were people back there. The life expectancy for a tunnel rat is about 7 seconds, but I was never injured while in the tunnel.
“A young Vietnamese boy showed me a lifesaving technique. He gave me a small glass mirror on a telescope, which could be angled in different directions. The VC would put curves in the tunnels for ambushes, or they’d dig deep holes and fill them with water, so they could hear us coming. I’d get to a turn and put the angled mirror down to see around the corner. Then lob a grenade in there.
“I still have that mirror. It saved my life many times.”


Out of the tunnels to reconnaissance
Trimnal excelled at tunnel work and was eventually transferred to reconnaissance. He and his radioman, Calvin, scouted ahead of the battalion, gaining information about enemy activities in the area, avoiding direct combat and detection by the enemy.
Trimnal has a photograph of the two men, one tall, dark and lanky, the other short, pale and compact.
“They put us out in the jungle many miles ahead,” he recalled. “And while we were coming back we’d be cautious, always watching. If we saw movement, we would avoid contact and call in artillery. Calvin and I went on many recon missions and we were pretty successful.
“One day the VC spotted us. I told Calvin, ‘let’s go,’ and we started running. They were lobbing mortars in on us. I was shorter than he was and I could get down lower. A mortar landed near us and messed him up pretty bad. Rather than leave him there, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up behind some rocks. The radio was still on his back, so I called it in. I kept talking and firing my rifle and suddenly, I heard a tank. I knew it was ours and it was a good sound.
“But Calvin didn’t make it. He died. He was from Wilmington, but I didn’t even know his last name.
“After Calvin died, I went crazy. I felt that he was my responsibility. He had done his job and I should have done mine better. ‘Crazy’ became my nickname. Everyone wanted to be with me because they knew I was there for business. I just didn’t care.”

Promotion to squad leader 

After Calvin died, Trimnal was promoted to sergeant and made a squad leader.“One time at 1:30 a.m. we were about 15 miles from our compound when they called us on our radio and said, ‘avoid contact if possible.’ They estimated 150 North Vietnamese regulars in our area. I pulled my men into a small thicket. I could see an enemy soldier’s feet and if he’d taken one more step, he would have stepped on my rifle. He stayed there for what seemed like five hours but was probably about two seconds and then he walked on.“They never saw us. We waited until they got away, and then we called in artillery. The next morning there were at least 75 enemy dead.“Our job was always to know where the enemy was, and to call it in. Sometimes with a squad, we would engage if we had to. But after Calvin, I felt my first job was to take care of my men.”


Three times wounded in action
Trimnall was wounded twice and sent back into action.
“The last time I was injured my buddies and I were ambushed near an Esso plant,” he said. “We pushed them back and then pulled a sweep to pick up bodies. I came across a VC in a bomb crater, but I’d run out of rounds in my magazine. I jumped in there and we did a bayonet shuffle. A log had flopped down, and he was against the tree. I bayonetted him, and it went right through to that tree. Another VC came at me and bayoneted me in the side. I reached in for my ka-bar (knife) and got him in the throat.
“I don’t even remember that. When I woke up, I was on the USS New Orleans and I thought, ‘I’m still alive.’ My two friends came up to me and said, ‘Hey you’d do anything to get out of the bush.’”


No easy transition home
Trimnal recovered on the USS New Orleans during the two weeks it took to get back to San Diego where he spent a month rehabilitating and two months of light duty.
“When it was time to go home, I went to the airport, proud of my sergeant stripes and my medals. I was in my uniform with my sea bag. A woman came out of nowhere and spit on me and called me a baby killer.
“I turned around and went into the bathroom and changed into civilian clothes and I bought a first-class ticket home. I didn’t go on military standby. After that, I never wore my uniform off base.”
Like many other returning Vietnam veterans, Trimnal received no debriefing, no counseling and no preparation for his return home. He found the transition back to “normal” life almost impossible; in fact, he camped in the forest for 30 days, eating squirrels and fish and trading for supplies.
He distrusted the government, which had turned its back on him, and encountered numerous readjustment difficulties. Unable to obtain work in South Carolina, he moved to Florida.
“I just didn’t care about anything,” Trimnal remembered. “I would ride 150 mph on my motorcycle and not even think about it. Just to feel the breeze over my hair.”
After a failed marriage, Trimnal’s shattered life began a reversal when he invited a young woman named Jude to a South Carolina “Hell Hole Swamp Festival.” Although her friends advised against it, she accepted the date. They’ve been married for 26 years.


Getting help for PTSD
Post-traumatic stress disorder, once referred to by terms such as “shell shock” and “battle fatigue,” affected approximately 30 percent of men and 27 percent of women at some point following their Vietnam experience. Many veterans, especially those like Trimnal who experienced high levels of combat exposure, continue to suffer the effects of PTSD. In effect, they are still living the war.
Trimnal’s symptoms were severe. “I tried to take AutoCad in college in Charleston,” he said. “It was near an Air Force Base and when those planes and jets would fly over, I’d flash back. The instructor’s mouth would be moving but I’d be hearing bombs and explosions and mortars going off and I could see the flashes. I had to drop the course.
“I didn’t want to admit there was anything wrong with me. I was a highly trained Marine. I felt ashamed that I’d been wounded — that I wasn’t a good Marine. It wasn’t until 1995 that I finally went to the VA hospital in Asheville. Every time someone came into the room, or dropped something, or a phone would ring I would jump. A psychologist asked me why I wore camouflage. I said, ‘I feel ready, alert.’
“They took me to a room with a big round table with eight people sitting around it. There was one vacant chair near the door. I picked up that chair and took it all the way around to the other side of the table and said ‘What do you want to know?’”
After a brief conversation, Trimnal was told he had PTSD. “What’s that?” he said.
Trimnal and his doctors eventually found the appropriate medication which prevents agitation and takes the edge off for him. Most importantly, he joined a PTSD class. “Two other guys and I went through it all together,” he said. “We were supposed to dissolve after the class, but it helped us so much that we continued.”
The Moral Injury Group meets every Monday at the VA. “I love them,” Trimnal said. “They’re my brothers.”


Advice for PTSD sufferers
When asked what advice he would give to veterans suffering from PTSD, Trimnal replied promptly, “Admit you have a problem. Then find help.” He added, “If you’re experiencing thoughts of killing people, of cutting their heads off and putting them on a stick in front of your house, you need to go to the VA.”
Old feelings still crop up, but Trimnal has his friends and his counselor. And his faith. “I carried that grudge for so many years. Jude and I listen to Charles Stanley in the morning. One day he said, ‘for God to forgive you, you’ve got to forgive others.’ And I thought, ‘Oh my God.’ And the anger and hate left me, just like that.”
Coming full circle
Flynn Trimnal’s story has several happy endings. His wife, Jude, is his best friend and advocate.
“Sometimes it’s still hard,” she admitted. “But he’s a good man. When he has setbacks, he keeps trying and doesn’t give up.”
Trimnal’s other constant companion, a 10-year-old Jack Russell mix named Penny, provides comfort and a calming effect when Trimnal begins to feel anxious.
And there is another Calvin in Trimnal’s life.
In October, Trimnal and 80 other Vietnam veterans took the Blue Ridge Honor Flight trip to Washington, D.C., where they enjoyed a day of sightseeing and a hero’s welcome when they returned home.
On the return flight to Asheville, each veteran received a bundle of letters written by friends and local school children, thanking them for their service. One of Trimnal’s letters was from an eighth-grade boy named Calvin. Trimnal couldn’t believe his eyes.
He responded to the young man and Calvin and his family sent the Trimnals a Christmas card. They’re now hoping to bring Calvin’s school class to Brevard to visit the Military History Museum.
“I plan to stay in touch with Calvin, to follow this through,” Trimnal said quietly. “I feel as if everything has come full circle.”


To learn more about PTSD, treatment options, self-help tools and resources to help with recovery, call 800-273-8255 and press #1 to speak to someone. It’s a Crisis & Suicide Prevention line, but they will direct callers to the assistance requested.

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Gold Star mom honored 
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By Bill Moss, Published: October 5, 2018 - Hendersonville Lightning 

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A born soldier, Matthew T. Bolar died doing what a soldier does. Fighting the war. He was killed on May 4, 2007, in Iraq. There wasn’t much doubt what Matthew would become when he grew up, said his mother, Anne Adkins.“The first toys he wanted were toy soldiers, and then tanks,” she said. “His favorite channel when he was young was ‘The History Channel.’ It’s like he was born with some sort of interest in defending the country and the history of people who defended the country, plus his grandfathers were both in the war,” serving in World War II. At the orientation on Saturday for this weekend’s Blue Ridge Honor Flight to Washington, Adkins, who lives in Flat Rock, was the only one wearing a nametag that said Gold Star Mother. When she attended a fundraiser for HonorAir, the Veterans Healing Farm and WNC Military History Museum last spring, she met Jeff Miller, the cofounder of HonorAir. He invited her to go on Saturday’s flight as a guest of the organization.“I said, ‘I’m a civilian.’ He said, ‘You’re not a civilian. You gave your son to this country.’ Just a wonderful wonderful man,” she said. “I couldn’t believe it, I still can’t.”

After Sept. 11, Bolar, then 19, wanted to join the service. His mom encouraged him to finish college but he was eager to serve. When he turned 21 he joined the Army. 
Before he deployed to Iraq the first time, “he wanted to go to New York and the first place he wanted to go was the 09/11 (memorial),” she said. “He went and he stared at the destruction for a long time. And then he turned to me and he hugged me and he said, ‘You know, Mama, there are things worth dying for, my family and my country.’ He died where he wanted to be, doing what he wanted to do.” He came home safe from his first deployment and soon was scheduled to go back.
“I said, ‘Why are you going so quickly?’ He said, ‘Well, they’re asking the single guys first. And if I go, then somebody that has a family won’t have to.’”
Deployed with the 25th Infantry Division out of Fort Richardson, Alaska, Cpl. Bolar died when an improvised explosive device blew up near his unit during combat operations in Baghdad. He was 24.

Bolar had once said he hoped one day to shake hands with the commander in chief. His stepfather, Vernon Adkins, told President George W. Bush the story in a letter. About a week later, Bush invited the couple to the White House “so he could shake our hands in lieu of Matthew,” Anne said. “We were the only parents there.”
A couple of years after her only son died, Adkins quit her marketing job at Raycom Media Inc. and plunged fulltime into charity work for veterans. She helps the Veterans Healing Farm in Etowah, among organizations, and had always admired HonorAir, which has flown tens of thousands of World War II veterans to Washington to see the WWII memorial and other memorials. 


Blue Ridge Honor Flight has now expanded to include Korean War and Vietnam War veterans. Saturday’s flight is notable because it’s the first flight of mostly Vietnam War veterans. The flight includes 104 Vietnam veterans, many of them serving as guardians for other vets from that war. Experienced teams of paramedics, nurses, physicians, counselors and bus captains support every HonorAir flight.


When the two-hour orientation session for veterans and guardians wrapped up on Saturday morning, Adkins had gotten a glimpse of the military-like precision that goes into an Honor Flight operation.
“Our son’s here today,” she said. “He’s smiling.”
One of the stops on the tour is Arlington National Cemetery, where Matthew is buried.
“When he was happiest in both deployments was when he really wanted to be considered a good soldier, a good, good soldier,” she said. “A couple of his friends said, ‘He was the best soldier I ever served with.’”
What would she want the world to know about Matthew?
“There are so many things,” she said, then paused. “He was the soldier he wanted to be. He was the soldier he worked so hard to be.”

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