By Dr. Mark DePue
When meeting Springfield resident Tom Jones on the street or in a restaurant, you could always count on an infectious smile and a hearty laugh. It said a lot about Jonesâs character, for those who knew about his past could only marvel at his buoyant optimism and friendly nature.
Jones came of age on the south side of Chicago, learning to be tough while growing up in the projects. Nevertheless, he excelled in school and when it came time to take his U.S. Navy entrance exams in 1965, he scored very well. âYou should be a corpsman or dental tech.â said the Navy recruiter. Jonesâs response? âWhy would I want to be a dental tech and mess around with peopleâs mouths?â
He chose corpsman instead, having no idea what a Navy corpsman did. He found out soon enough; corpsmen were navy medics, and they often found themselves attached to Marine Corps combat units.

Thatâs how Jones ended up assigned to a Marine Long Range Reconnaissance Patrol in June 1967, working in the dangerous I Corps region of South Vietnam. The unitâs mission sounded simple enough. Their job was to be inserted, usually by helicopter, deep into enemy territory and collect intelligence on the enemy, all while avoiding being discovered.
Jones reached the disturbing conclusion that he was now playing a deadly game of cat and mouse, and he and his patrol mates were the mice. He learned that survival depended on all of his senses operating at the maximum. Success depended on moving through the terrain with perfect stealth, revealing nothing about their presence to the enemy.
âYou canât beat the jungle when moving through it, unless youâre hacking through it,â Jones said during an interview for the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museumâs Oral History Program. âAnd you couldnât hack through it because no one is supposed to know youâre there.â
Avoiding detection even extended to their diet.
âWe didnât want to smell like Americans and have heavy beef droppings because ⌠whatever you eat comes out in your sweat, comes out in your urine, comes out when you take a crap. And you can smell it.â That was how thin the line was between mission success and death for Jones and his patrol mates.
When asked what was real for him while in Vietnam, he didnât hesitate.
âWhenâs the next time youâre going on patrol? The real world is going on patrol, coming off patrol, going on patrol.â Life on patrol made sense to him while his life back home was merely an abstraction, albeit a pleasant abstraction. As Jones explained it, âhome was a mental construct in my head.â
By July 1968, Jonesâs tour in Vietnam was complete, and he returned to the place he had dreamt about for 13 months. But as he wrote years later, âLiving on the edge in Nam and coming home so suddenly was like driving a car off a cliff, then slamming on the brakes.â
âIt took me a time to realize I was different,â he said in his interview. âWhen you come back, youâre not the same person that left. ⌠My whole âwho I wasâ had been redefined because Iâve seen things; I did things I couldnât even conceive if I had stayed home ⌠All of a sudden you come home, and your normalcy is totally different than what you considered as normal before you left. Youâve been redefined to adjust and survive in [combat].â
And just as Jones struggled to readjust to civilian life, his wife and friends struggled to comprehend what had happened to him.
Part of Jonesâs years-long journey to adjust to life back in the âreal worldâ included writing a book based loosely on his experiences in Vietnam, âLost Survivor.â He followed that with a play about the difficulties of readjusting to life back home, aptly entitled âA Long Way Home.â

Not surprisingly, the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, D.C., carried a special meaning for Jones. Seeing the names of those he knew on the memorialâs polished granite wall resonated with him.
âYou could see men and family members just on their knees and crying, reading their names on the wall. That made the wall almost like a live, living thing,â he said.
Sadly, Jones passed away in October 2017, but when he did, no one could quibble with the fact that his was a life well lived.
Mark DePue is the Director of Oral History at the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library. You can listen to Jonesâs entire interview at www.oralhistory.illinois.gov and follow the ALPLM on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.