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A 2/5 1st CAV KIA's 67-69

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"A time to laugh...a time to cry...a time to live...and a time to die"

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Knew some for a week...a month...knew others for 5 months or 8...you get the picture...The way our tours of duty were
set up the only ones you knew anything about were the ones you came over with and not all them were assigned to your
company or squad and such....alot of paths were crossed and overlaped.......

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VietNams Once Unknown Soldier...Air Force 1st Lieutent "Michael
Jones Blassey" before being returned for re-burial in St.Louis,Missouri..
 
 

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Unless you went thru training together or knew each other before the service...the men you fought with and entrusted
your life to...were total strangers...in time and by the grace of God you got to know them and they you...as well as either would allow..

Wheither you knew them or not...really did't matter anyway...when word came down or the choopers came in for your dead and wounded...another part of you was lost...alot of the wounded you loaded you never heard from again...you didn't know if they made it back to the world alive or not...
Until "The Wall"....if you knew their real names...

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Broadus Vernon 4dec68
John Hill1mar68
Thomas Conkel 4dec68
Philip Greene 29feb68
Marvin Gaines 26nov68
Alfread Smith 6apr68

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37 W.....LINE 43

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42 E.....LINE 17

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48E.....LINE 34

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37 W.....LINE 38

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38W.....LINE 66

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42E.....LINE 05

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It took many many years before I could bring myself around to go to The Wall but finally...with the help and love of one particular and fellow brothers...I went...and I...as many before me "lost it"...the hairs on my neck are now standing up as I relay this...I went back down on the 15th annversary and have been back at least once each year....
It is called the "Healing Wall"and my brothers...it truly is....and once again that generation of Kids...now grown and with families of their own...gather at a "Wall" in our Nations Capitol...this time to pay respect and to honor the Kids that died beside us...To laugh and cry once more among Brothers and Remember....There are no strangers there....

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Wayne Skolits 4dec68
Samuel Evans 21nov68
Robert Lauber 29mar69
John Vogelsang 6jun69
George Ingalls 6apr67

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38 W...LINE 25

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38 W...LINE 30

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23 W.....LINE 94

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18 E.....LINE35

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Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond's glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there. I did not die.


Author Unknown


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22 E.....LINE 69

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28 W.....LINE 79

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Rodney Lawson 12mar68
Curtis Kaupp 21nov68
Ronald Meyer 29mar69
Charles Prchal 29mar69
Martin Canavan 29mar69
 
 
 

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44 E.....LINE 28

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28 W.....LINE 79

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Ever since VietNam...each day of my life...as I say my nightly prayers...there is always one there..for not only our fallen brothers and sisters...but for all the families whose lives were forever changed.....and for not only ours but for all the POW/MIA's
HONOR...COURAGE...LOYALATY...
RESPECT...REMEMBERANCE....Much much more then mere words...Words to live by......and to die for.......

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With every laugh...there is one for my brothers....with every tear and heartache and every hurt and joy....There is one for my brothers....Their memory and the events will live in me forever and in my children and in their children....this is our charge..for if not....how will anyone really know the truth??...

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These brothers above fell in honored service to their country and their people from 6Apr67 to 6June69...........If any
one knows of any others and they would like it posted just send their name and it will be added to the page......

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Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen. Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.




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