Vietnam: Stories From the Wall

I went to the Wall, I found Orange's name and did the only thing I knew to do. I cried and 'gave him twenty.'

I never knew you and have felt an emptiness all of my life.

He was the FUN Uncle.

He was walking the point when we were ambushed.

The last time that any of his fellow prisoners heard from him, he was singing "God Bless America" at the top of his voice from his isolation box.

You told her you were not coming back and you had seen it in a vision, that you made peace with it.

They transmitted garbled words that included 'fire' and the aircraft disappeared from the radar screen.

Dallas was my first love...We got married on May 30, 1969 and we had two and a half wonderful weeks together before he went to Vietnam.

At your funeral, I cried like a little baby. The next day (on your 19th Birthday) I boarded that plane to the other side of the world.

I wish we all kept in touch.

I was your Casualty Escort. I met you at Dover AFB and escorted you back to VA for your funeral.

You are the whisper in the night that says I'll keep you safe...no one will ever harm you...and that tells daily how proud you are of me.

He was shot down in July 1967...only needing 7 more missions to come home.

He was so kind and gracious, and made me feel like I was going to make it.

We were all so close growing up, and it wasn't easy when the news came that Everett had been shot down and declared missing.

They died as they lived. Helping others and with honor.

His goal was to return to school and become a Dentist after serving his country.

I will always remember him with 7 kids riding in his shiny car smiling as we ate ice creams he bought us on that hot day long ago...

I think it's important to note that John frequently asked me to allow him to fly my routepac mission since I was married and he was not.

So all my hopes that you came back and married your highschool sweetheart suddenly went black and now I mourn.