THEY GAVE THEIR ALL
PFC.DANNY LYNN STEPHENS 101st Airborne Division
KIA ~ Mar 31, 1968 THUA THIEN, SOUTH VIETNAM
"The Mansions of the Lord"
Words by Randall Wallace
To fallen soldiers let us sing
where no rockets fly nor bullets wing
Our broken brothers let us bring
to the mansions of the Lord
No more bleeding no more fight
No prayers pleading through the night
just divine embrace, eternal light
in the mansions of the Lord
Where no mothers cry and no children weep
We will stand and guard tho the angels sleep
All through the ages safely keep the mansions of the Lord
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Once a year say a prayer for me
Close your eyes and remember me
CWO ROBERT OREN HILL JR USARV
KIA ~ Sep 27, 1970 QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM
SGT JUAN ANGEL ELIAS
KIA MAY 29, 1968
QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM
MSgt Richard C. Keefe
1st Cav Division, Length of service 12 years
Tour began on Jul 4, 1967, Casualty on Jan 7, 1968
QUANG NAM, SOUTH VIETNAM
Hostile, died while missing,
HELICOPTER - NONCREW, AIR LOSS, CRASH ON LAND
19 years old
KIA Aug 18. 1969
Bing Long S. Vietnam
Tour began on Dec 16, 1969
Casualty was on May 7, 1970
In , CAMBODIA
HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
GUN, SMALL ARMS FIRE
Body was recovered
TO PAY TRIBUTE TO OUR FALLEN
The Quang Tri Med-Evac The APP's were screaming in the air Awakening the dawn
The choppers lined up stem to stern: Another Viet morn.
The crew chiefs scurried to and fro, Inspecting every craft.
They knew the structure of each plane Was suspect pylon aft
There was no thought of quitting, Or turning in the "skins "
It's just another danger That we choose to keep within.
The pilots did the charting, The planning and the like
The crew chiefs and the gunners Were loading for the strike.
The call came in an instant, In the same was answered back
The rotors started turning For a Quang Tri med-evac.
The lead took its position, The chase was right behind.
We didn't even say good-bye Or pay it special mind.
They left the ship and headed West Across the China Sea
The mountains and the jungle Were upon them 1-2-3.
Mike Laymon was the gunner- He normally would crew.
But today the Gunney signed along It's what he had to do.
Major Moyer made quite certain That the plane stayed right on track.
The engines were both screaming For the Quang Tri med-evac.
As they closed on their location, The men began to tense.
They crouched behind their weapons, Trusting instinct over sense
They circled their objective, Not certain they were right.
But Merriman was first to see The smoke that marked the site.
Lajeunesse was at the ready For the scene yet to unfold
He knew the same for Laymon As he heard him lock and load
They descended in a spiral Their speed was not the lack.
They had no other purpose Than the Quang Tri med-evac.
The trees came up to meet them, They skimmed across the top.
The sense of danger in the air Would never make them stop.
They slowed at 20 feet of height To only 20 knots.
They knew they'd be a target If the zone was proven hot
While Laymon manned the 50 And the Gunney hustled aft,
The ramp was fully opened, Giving access to the craft
He was carried in a poncho, Not known if white or black.
They only knew they had to save This Quang Tri med-evac.
The Marines let down the poncho In a gentle sort of way
They touched their wounded comrade With nothing more to say.
Some said he should not be there He's only in his teens.
He heard the people say the same When joining the Marines.
The Corpsman did his job full well He eased the young man's pain.
As young as he, the Gunner smiled And peace was in the plane
His training got him through the bush, With armament and pack.
He never would have thought he'd be The Quang Tri med-evac.
The throttles went against the stops, They needed every turn.
To reach the ship for this Marine, The miles they'd have to burn
The take-off was impressive, Full collective made them soar.
They manned their guns and stations Beneath the engines roar
They rose above the treetops And searched the ground below.
They saw Marines dispersing- In the bush they had to go
They headed for the ocean, Full speed to get them back.
For time was of the essence To this Quang Tri med-evac.
The plane seemed always ready And willing for commission.
But something just prevented it From finishing the mission
Perhaps it was the landing, Or the thousand made before.
Or maybe it was stress induced By the pitch, the roll, and yaw.
There was no hint or warning, No visual or sound.
The plane exhausted, fully spent, Went plunging to the ground.
God had shown them mercy So make no doubt of that
They had no time to suffer With their Quang Tri med-evac.
There was no joy in Mudville As the saying goes.
The Tripoli was silent As we mourned our missing 'bro's
The years have passed and dulled some pain, But we will always know,
We'll always keep them in our hearts And never let them go.
Marines are always faithful We shout our "Semper If"
We never leave a one behind - In body, spirit, mind.
Our brothers now in peace they rest, We'll take another tact.
We honor them in memory With our Quang Tri med-evac.
~ Respectfully submitted by Rick O'Neil - Crew Chief/Gunner ~
Friday, April 21, 2006
SGT. DAVID DICKINSON
75TH RANGER REGIMENT
KIA ~ 12/6/67
BINH DINH, SOUTH VIETNAM
CPL LARRY JOE WILLIAMS~USMC
KIA ~ March 24, 1967
Quang Nam, South Vietnam
Robert's brother, Bruce Hill, also a Vietnam Veteran, holding grandaughter
C 1965 SOUTH VIETNAM
The young dead soldiers do not speak
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
Who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night
And when the clock counts.
They say: We were young. We have died.
They say: We have done what we could
But until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives,
but until it is finished...
NO ONE can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
They will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths
were for Peace and a new hope
or for nothing we cannot say,
It is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say...
We have died;
by Archibald MacLeish,
“LEST I KEEP MY COMPLACENT WAY,
I MUST REMEMBER...
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE A PERSON DIED FOR ME...
AS LONG AS THERE MUST BE WAR,
I ASK AND I MUST ANSWER...
WAS I WORTH DYING FOR?"
~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~
KIA ~ Vietnam April 12, 1968
Drafted by the Dodgers & the US Army, at the same time.
Update on Donny from his sister Bonnie Lollar
Feb. 12, 2017
Garnet wanted you to know that out of the blue Thur I got an e-mail about Donny.
A gentleman by the name of Joseph Mesa had been looking in the Hall Of Heroes and found the picture of Donny (the one that you did) and read where he had been drafted by the Dodgers, so happens his son Matthew works for Dodger Org. He wants to honor Donny this 2017 season and wants the family to attend (will look like The Beverly Hillbillies) Will let you know as things progress
I Wonder, God...
If You'd Wait at Your Door?
(As published in the Orlando Sentinel 12/16/67)
"Look God, I have never spoken to you:
But now I want to say, how do you do.
You see, God, they told me you didn't exist
and like a fool, I believed all of this.
I saw your sky...
I figured right then, they had told me a lie.
Had I taken the time to see, the things you made,
I'd known they weren't calling a spade a spade.
I wonder, God, if You'd shake my hand?
Somehow I feel that You will understand.
I had to come this hellish place,
before I had the time to see Your face.
Well, I guess there isn't much more to say,
but I'm sure glad, God, I met You today.
I guess the zero hour. will soon be here,
But I'm not afraid since I know You're near.
The signal... Well, God... I'll have to go
I like You lots... this I want You to know.
Look, now this will be a horrible fight,
Who knows, I may come to Your house tonight.
Though I wasn't friendly, with You before,
I wonder God, if You'd wait at the door?
Look...I'm crying - me - shedding tears
I wish I'd known You these many years.
Well I have to go now God...
Strange, since I've met You...
I'm not afraid to die."
Written by PFC George Gunn, 173rd Airborne Brigade
Before his death in Vietnam
"Thanks to Jim Bracewell for sending this to me"
A PAIN, NO ONE CAN HEAL...
A MEMORY NO ONE CAN STEAL...
A SOLDIER'S DEATH GIVES MORE YET...
IT LEAVES BEHIND A LESSON TO IMMITATE...
A LESSON, NO ONE SHOULD EVER FORGET.
Louis J. CURTIS
48th Armored Infantry Batallion, 7th Armored Division
on the outskirts of St. Vith, Belgium, during the Battle of the Bulge
Length of service 2 years
His tour began on Jun 22, 1968
Casualty was on Sep 12, 1968
In BINH LONG, SOUTH VIETNAM
HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY. GUN, SMALL ARMS FIRE
Blessed is the warrior
who hears the whisper of peace
in his heart" ~ Anonymous ~
SGT - E5 - Army - Regular
101st Airborne Division
Length of service 12 years
His tour began on Jul 8, 1965
Casualty was on Feb 4, 1966
In , SOUTH VIETNAM
NON-HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
Killed in action in "The Battle at Hill 70" along with 15 other Marines with India Company.
March 30, 1967
Hoyt Lakes, Minnesota
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