Vietnam Wall; Vietnam Veterans Memorial

You may be gone Uncle Dale,but never forgotten.You are a hero to all the neices and nephews and all their children and grandchildren. Vern May

Dad (J Bell) I never got a chance to meet you but mom has always reminded me and Jeff of you every year when your birthday comes around.

All gave some but these men and women gave all. We owe them a debt of gratitude just as a debt of gratitude is owed to their surviving brothers and sisters. This brings home the real meaning of war and it is very personal and humbling. May God richly bless them all Paul Curtis Past Commander AL Post 291 Newport Beach, California

As an American Red Cross Donut Dollie who served in Vietnam (1969), I want all those who served to know that you are forever in our hearts. Welcome Home.

As a survivor - I commend your extreme sacrifice - you will never be forgotten - rest in peace in the arms of the Lord Jesus - Herb Winn

This site brings back so many memories, good and bad, but it is necessary to never forget...I loved my Marines and my fellow Hospital Corpsmen...So much so that I put 24 years in the Navy Medical Corps....Never, ever forget..Then and now, the sacrifices our young men and women give for our freedom. Michael O'Regan Koehler, R.N. Algonquin, Illinois 1stMedBn, 1stMarDiv 65'66' docmichael2004@yahoo.com

We never got the chance to meet you. But know that you are thought of often Roger. You would be so proud of your nephew and great nephew and I know you are proud of your sister and the wonderful woman she is. Thank you for your service. Our family will always honor your sacrafice. -Machos-

I have visited the Wall while touring DC and shed tears as I read name after name of so many young people that made the ultimate sacrifice for their country. This site again touches my heart as the names become people - with a short story of their lives,an occasional photograph and lots of love, yes even after all these years the hearts have not stopped loving. Benjamin, Hertzlia, Israel.

US Army Captain Charles HEINE was my friend and high school classmate. I am a Vietnam Veteran and will NEVER forget the men and women who gave their service and lives for our country. Semper Fi, Roy Gehris

Iwould like to talk to someone who might have been with my dad in is unit Inever knew him and would like to know somethig about him. while he was there.

This is the first time that I have visited the site, thanks to a link at the Kim Komando website. When I located my childhood friend, Adrian J. Smith, I just cried. He was just 20 years old. The information about his death was never shared with us; things were different in the 60's. I have lost touch with his older sister and younger brother. And, I wonder where they are today. Amazing how, almost, 40 years later I cried for Adrian. He was my best friend...we had so many happy times as teenagers. I will never forget him. Jane Munro, Miami, Florida

I have been to the Wall and touched the names of some I knew and the pain of loss from other visitors was very humbling. It hurts all who knew someone on the Wall. They are proud to have known ones who gave their all for love of their families, friends, God and country.

Hello I am looking for any info on my birth father Mr.Young any help would be appreciated.

Carlos Carbajal Guzman , un buen amigo de la infancia y un buen hombre. Siempre recordado con carino y admiracion de parte de Domingo, Lombardo y Mario O. Robles. Tijuana, Baja California Mexico.

I served with Jehovah Graves(on the wall) I will never forget the lessons you taught me while in-country. You saved my life. cblack1733@aol.com

i have been to the wall and saw all my friends on it. for some reason you dont have chris delgato on this wall. that worries me are there others that arent on it. thanks

My name is Samuel Norfleet. I am looking for my Uncle's Lonnie Brown Jr. children he left behind in California. The year was 1969 when he was killed in South Vietnam. My contact information is norfleetsi@comcast.net

Michael,My brothers and I have never forgotten youEveyone in the neighborhood greived for you along with your mom. Now your have Myrna and my mom and dad with you.Will always remember . Mariana Koloski

Forrest Goodwin's name is on the Wall. He was a fraternity brother, friend, and a very fine man. My hope is that his and the thousands of others' deaths were not in vain..Don Gleason

John Jakovac remains in my heart. Your bravery will never be forgotten. Peace be your journey my friend. I host a site for you on The Virtual Wall as well. Linda Rodriguez

Ricky N Lowder - You have been gone for so long. You left just days before your 19th birthday and had been in Vietnam one day shy of a month when you left. We will always remember you and think of you often. And wonder what your life would have been like now if you had lived. And hope that your death was worth it. Of course, you are at peace and rest now. Sleep well, our friend. Mike and Jane

I'm looking for any friends or relatives of Willie Stark, died in Laos in 1966. Please contact me at janet212@pacbell.net. Thanks.

For those who may have known Lt. Denny Judson...Helicopter pilot.Died in 1967 when his Huey hit some wires landing in a storm at night, please e-mail me at jnovak0816@aol.com. He is listed on the wall as Hampden Cutts Judson Jr.. I put a comment there but my e-mail says ail.com and it should be aol.com. Thank you ...Jim Novak

Oh funny Robert, You were our class clown, and I know of no one who didn't like you. I was brokenhearted to learn of your death, and have touched your name each time I visit the Moving Wall. One day I will visit the "real" Wall in Washington, D.C., and again fondly remember our days in school and your wonderful life. J. King Texas

ROBERT ALLEN COFFEY GREENSBURG, KENTUCKY He was a well loved, well-liked young man, by his family and hundreds of friends and classmates. GOD rest your sould, robert---we miss you. Lydia(Adkins) Simpson

PFC. KENNTH "NORMAN" PETTUS U.S.M.C. MY FIRST GROWN-UP FRIEND , 40 YEARS OF A THOUGHT, TEAR AND YOU . BLOOD YOUR SMILE IS STILL CLEAR ! NEVER WILL YOU BE FORGOTTEN SMILE ON BLOOD FOR LITTE MAN STILL MISS YOU! JOEL ROCHER-HUFF 13TH ST. FOREVER

PFC. MICHAEL L. BEASLEY U.S.M.C. BROTHER TO BROTHER ONE OF ROMAN CATHOLIC HIGH'S BEST YOU ARE MISSED! YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN , SO REST WITH THE STARS. JOEL ROCHER CLASS 71 THANK YOU BLOOD.

Sargeant Joseph Thomas Pigeon Jr. died in 1968. He was from War. R.I. I would like to contact his sister Elaine, it has been many years. You can contact me through this site.

Jack Marston Harris went to school with me in the 8th grade in Roseville, CA and part of our high school years. When I was in 8th grade, I was 5'8" and none of the boys would ask me to dance because I was taller than most of them. Jack came over and asked me to dance several times, even though we didn't know each other very well. He was very tall and made me feel like a pretty girl when he danced with me. We became friends, and he was always nice to me in high school also. I later transferred to Citrus Heights and a new high school and we lost track of each other, but I always remembered Jack. I recall when he died and how very sad it made me. I've been to see his name at the Vietnam Memorial in downtown Sacramento, CA, and always think of him on Veteran's Day and Memorial Day. He made quite an impression on an 8th grade girl, and I won't ever forget Jack, his kindness, and his sacrifice for our country. If any of his family is around, I'd love to hear from them. Sincerely, Rita (Van Coutren) Hauf

Dear Randy, In spite of the years, there will always be an emotional spot for you. Think of it this way. You are still that buddy in high school. It is an image that brings a smile to my face. You always had that way of making us laugh. When I flash back to those days, I am always looking at you and your youthful enthusiasm. You see, Randy, time has moved on for me and the rest of your still earthly bound friends. There has been a spectrum of life events that you and your divine friends have, no doubt, witnessed. I suppose there is no need to tell you that sometimes it went joyously and other times, poignant agony. Do you remember those days at North Auburn Elementary? I suppose you know that it is now called Dick Scobee Elementary in honor of the Challenger commander and his crew that perished. Randy, your bravery and duty was just as important. So the school has been renamed, maybe we can get the playground named in your honor, The Randy Rogers Athletic Field. After all, we ‘owned’ that play ground. It was ‘our house’! I can remember riding my bike to the school and peddling across the field and up the embankment that bordered the playfield and on to your fenced back yard. I would open the back gate and knock on the back door. Your mom always had something for us. Milk and fresh baked cookies were the norm. Then it was off and onto the playing field for the sport in season. It was our fantasy football, baseball, and basketball. Your forte was baseball. You were one hell of a catcher. Back in those days, I thought you were of a Yogi Bera class. However, Randy, we all knew that you had the legs of Edgar Martinez. Don’t pout; your bat was just as potent. (Edgar plays baseball for the Seattle Mariners. Our beloved Seattle Rainiers and Sicks Stadium are gone, Randy). I remember your Little League and American League baseball awards. I recall you winning one All Star game with a late inning blast that did drive in 3 runs. Anyone else would have made in home, but you just squeezed into third base! Hour after hour of competition played out on that field. When I tell my own boys about simple games like work-up or baseball games with 3 man teams or even playing pitchers duel, they give me that glazed ‘deer in the headlight’ look. You were always one of the first picked when we chose up sides. The drama of those games was no less than World Series excitement; what fans would pay dearly to witness. When we moved on to junior high and then high school, the playground got left behind, but we were still in tight. We had our own group that showed up in the student center at 7:00 am every morning. We had our designated table. No one dared take our spot. They could join us, but it was an implicit invitation. That was the best hour of the day. Everything from sports to girls were on the agenda. We showed up early, because it was easier to ride with our dads to school rather than walk the mile and a half with all our books. Later, during our senior year, the discussions became more cerebral and serious. Viet Nam had entered into the vocabulary. As best we could, that one hour prior to school remained pure enjoyment. Food was a real important item for us. The senior boys had a special ‘training table’ for the serious eaters. It is hard to explain to the younger generation how delicious school hot lunches were and all for a mere 35 cents. The cooks put their hearts into the meals and they were giddy to see us boys go back for seconds and even thirds. The only constraints were the time limit of 30 minutes and availability of surplus entrees. Finally, graduation came and we started to diverge on our separate chosen path. I went to school and you chose to serve your country in that conflict that we called Viet Nam. I remember seeing your boot camp graduation picture from Fort Lewis. You were a mortar squad leader with a rank of corporal. Gone was the baby fat, you looked mean. That couldn’t be our team catcher, Randy Rogers, I thought. Wow, the military toughened you up. That fall, I had heard that you got engaged and were being shipped out to Viet Nam. I am sorry Randy that I wasn’t there to say good bye. Back in those days, you had to wait for mail or a phone call. Unfortunately, studies occupied nearly all my time. I didn’t even get a chance to meet your fiancée. Then in such a short time, we received the terrible news of your death in the Mekong Delta of Viet Nam. I received some word of the circumstances of this ambush while deployed from a gun boat. Randy, I shook my head; you knew you were not the fastest runner. How did you let yourself get into this predicament? There was a lot of anger, grief and disbelief. The funeral was especially poignant. I was too much like a class reunion gone badly. The images, Randy, are burned in my mind. Randy, I was allowed to continue with my life. That I am sure you are aware. I hope I have lived it in a manner that meets your approval. Someday I will get a chance to tell you, one on one, what mortal living was like. Anyway, years later, my wife, Anna, was so considerate to buy me a surprise ticket to visit Washington D.C... Let may say, Randy, that your place of honor at the black granite chevron wall called the Viet Nam Memorial is the most visited place in the capital. I spent a whole day there visiting that place. I found your name and etched with paper and pencil to create a carbon copy of the relief. I studied the names and all of the mementos left for your fallen comrades. Randy, it was a very inspiring moment for me. You will never be forgotten. You should know that there have been years of discussion about the wisdom of that conflict. Like a true soldier, you did not question the civilian authority to dispatch you and over a half million others. You will never be forgotten. As we used to say back in those more carefree, high school days, “LATER”!

Soldiers are the true heroes everyone dreams about and idolizes. They defend the ones they love, and those they don’t know, so people can all live safely and not worry about anything. The Wall lets us remember your name and memory. Sadly, it does not give you the justice you deserve. Because of The Wall That Heals, you will all be remembered forever for the greatness you have contributed to this country. However, the true effect and impact you have given to us all does not lie etched into The Wall, but carved in our hearts and souls. In commemoration of the twentieth anniversary of the Vietnam Veterans Roundtable, and on behalf of the student body of Charlotte High School, thank you then, thank you now, and thank you always for what you have given us. Thank you for giving us what you really deserved. Too many sacrificed a life of freedom, to selflessly provide each of us with a life of contentment.

I don't know if Robert Barnett has any family or friends out there, but if he does, I want them to know that I wear an MIA bracelet bearing his name every day. He is not forgotten. Christy Texas

Charles B. Thomas, my brother. I miss you daily, the tales of your childhood escapades have been told to our neices and nephews and our younger brother, who never got to meet you. I am the keeper of the tales, and have brought you to life for them. I still adore you. You made full Corporal 6 days before you were shot, but you didn't get that information. We all were so proud of you. If there is anyone who served with my brother, feel free to contact me at suze@olypen.com Thank you for the visitation 2 years after you left this earthly plane, it really helped me get through the pain of not having you here. I love you, little sis, Susan

RONALD NORMAN KELLER, Hospital Corpsman, 1st Mar Div, H&S Co, 2nd Bn, 3rd Marines. Ron is my uncle. He died at the age of 19, nine years before I was born. I would love to hear from anyone who knew my Uncle Ronnie, either in service, or prior to. Please contact me: cait0421@yahoo.com Thank you for your service and sacrifice.

Bobby Goding , Do you remember when you and your sister Donna and myself used to go tobogging down the hill behind my house-we laugh so hard as the snow kept blowing into our faces--boy what fun that was!!! how about going ice skating at the grade school rink-- right across from your house and the little ice shack with the pot bellie stove to keep our feet warm..I miss those great times with you and your sister Donna ..I heard that you were one of the best basketball player ever from Ashland. I will sign off for now B obby but I will show you your new Memorial next year at the Wall here in Brevard County , Melbourne Fla. Your fellow Veteran .Ken Brown

I was in the Pershing Rifles Drill Team at Florence State College with Felix D King Jr. He was a wonderful person. It is sad that his life ended so soon, and he never got to see his kids grow up. I think of him often. Jerry Williams jernan2@aol.com

Albert, It has been a long time sence our days in Franklinville high school,not a day goes past that I don't think about you and Richard Pixley. I miss the both of you and pray your Familes are doing well. A friend for a long time. Mr. Lauren Bushnell nam47c@yahoo.com

Dearest Kevin, Please know that you are thought of and missed very much. I want to wish you a happy birthday this coming Friday. Aren't we getting old?! I'll never forget your sense of humor - you're the pun-master. Kathy Valentine NHS Class of 1969

My cousin died in Vietnam on May 28, 1969. I did not know him. He was my grandmother's nephew. She found out he had died when she saw his picture on the cover of Life Magazine. His name was Thomas Jaseph Orr. He was with the 3rd Mar Div, E co, 2nd Bn, 9th Marines. If any one knew him or if he was your brother please contact me at "heysuzz@hotmail.com". Thank you, Sue

I am looking for anyone with any information on my uncle charles edward long. he was a sergeant in the 1st inf div. c co 1st bn in binh long south vietnam. anyone with information please contact me @ richardamarlena@yahoo.com. i never got to know him and i would like to put together a scrap for my two daughters so that when they get older his remembrance will live on.

I am looking for anyone with any information on my uncle charles edward long. he was a sergeant in the 1st inf div. c co 1st bn in binh long south vietnam. anyone with information please contact me @ richardamarlena@yahoo.com. i never got to know him and i would like to put together a scrap for my two daughters so that when they get older his remembrance will live on.

My friend James Allen Crosby is here and will be here much longer than I will be around. We came in the army together, went through all of our training together and were even on the same set of orders to the 1st Cav. At Camron Bay, I was changed to the 25thDIV, D Co. 2/14 Golden Dragons. That was the last time I ever saw Jim alive. We wrote each other, until my letters came back as undeliveralble. Jim was needless to say my best friend we did everything together and I miss him to this day. I live in No VA and it took me 10 years atfer the Wall was up before I could visit. Like so many other vets there, I located his name and when I stood in front of 33E and saw it in black and grey the tears just silently flowed down my cheeks, unbidden, The years washed away and I lost my best friend all over again. They say a person is never really gone as long as someone still remembers them. Well Jim I don't know about Janet or your mother but I still remember you and some day I will return your name tag to you at the wall. Barry W. Graves Fallujah, Iraq 12 July 2008

Dear Uncle Arthur Jr, I only remember meeting you once, it was on your last visit to Granny's house, your half sister and my beloved grandmother. From my memory and some of the storys it was the trip that you and the family made befre your last tour to Viet Nam. I only slightly remember your visit or you. I joined the Coast Guard and served 20 years. I am proud of you and proud to have meet you those many years ago. If any of his family reads this I would love to reconnect with you and find out more about my great-uncle. Please contact me manwithharley@roadrunner.com Glenn McGinnis, Jr.

To my uncle Dan Gallagher Marine Corp. Gone but forever embeded in our hearts. I am making sure that the next generation knows that you are a hero too. Your brothers in arms miss you deeply and there are several boys that have been named in memory of you. I love you uncle danny.