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Poem by : Judith Hartley ~ The Drill by the Wall
 Memorial
 Charlie   Company
1/506th Infantry   ~   101 ABN (Airmobile)   ~   Vietnam
Name
Call Sign/  Nickname
Rank
Plt
Gone, but
Never Forgotten
This Flame Burns On As Proof That In Our Memories You Shall Remain
John H. Edward
Spec 4
February 6, 1968
KIA
James A. Patton
Sgt.
3rd
March 20, 1968
KIA
Allen W. McNeil
Sgt.
May 12,1968
KIA
Billie R. Acree
Spec 4
May 21,1968
KIA
Clarence Walker
Spec 4
1968
KIA
Richard L. Tirico
Spec 4
June 21, 1968
KIA
William H. Glaspie
Spec 4
3rd
June 21, 1968
KIA
Lawrence N. Coney
Sgt.
2nd
July 3, 1968
KIA
Charles A. Maria
Spec 4
3rd
July 3, 1968
KIA
Lyle W. Schroeder
Sgt.
1st
January 26, 1969
KIA
Oren Lee Crook
Spec 4


March 6, 1970
KIA
Glenn Lovett
Spec 4
2nd
March 7, 1970
KIA
James L. Davis
Spec 4
2nd
March 20, 1970
KIA
FSB Granite
Tinsley J. Wells
Spec 4
March 20, 1970
KIA
FSB Granite
Kent Longmire
Spec 4
2nd
April 20,1970
KIA
James Lockett
Ssgt.
2nd Plt Ldr
April 20,1970
KIA
Boyd Magee
Spec 4
3rd
April 25, 1970
KIA
Michael Hill
Pfc.
3rd
March 12, 1971
KIA
Mohammed Nazir
Spec 4
HHQ
Plt.
March 12, 1971
KIA
Gerald Welsh
Sgt.
3rd
March 12, 1971
KIA
John C. Hayes
Pfc
3rd
October 16, 1971
KIA
William Cartwright
 *****
Excellent Pointman
Little Joe
Pfc
1st
Vince Gazzara
Spec. 4
2nd
Mark Taylor
Doc
Medic
1st
Bill Garnos
Gabby
Spec 4
2nd
Doug Ketterling
Spec 4
3rd
January 2001

 

THE DRILL AT THE WALL
~~~~~~~~

It's Veterans Day in Washington, D.C. and I'm standing at The Wall,
I just had to come today to be here with you all,
We fought together in Vietnam and you died in my place,
So, I've come today to honor you, with grief that I can't erase.

As I look into the shining granite, I see my image there,
And as I watch my body move, it all seems so unfair,
Why is it you're not standing here, why did you have to go,
I'll always be indebted to you, a debt I'll always owe.

Some of you died in an instant, others in agony and pain,
But, I couldn't stop the suffering and that's driving me insane,
I'm sorry you gave your life for me and I'm here safe at home,
Yet, your memory lies deep in my heart, wherever I may roam.

Our flag looks so filled with pride as it waves there in the wind,
And in every star upon it lies a state you died to defend,
To me the stripes there on the flag shows pain you had to bear,
But, you died for her and she is free, that's why your names are there.

As I kneel before you, the sound of taps fill the air,
And a hand lifts my head just before I end my prayer,
I look up to the sky and I know that Heaven is real,
You all are marching on streets of gold and God leads the drill.

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Poem by: Judith Hartley
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