David Hudson
d.hudson8@verizon.net
brother
415 Fairview Terrace
Sierra Madre, CA 91024 USA
Dayne was my brother and my best friend. He gave his life so that others could live and he will always be my hero.
Saturday, December 29, 2001 |
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Grateful American Living in the Land of the Brave
On October 17, 1968, a group of Marines were being transported by amphibian tractors during operations north of the Cua Viet river in Quang Tri Province - just south of the demilitarized zone (DMZ). Without warning, one of the vehicles hit a hostile landmine, immobilizing the tractor, and trapping the driver inside. The radioman rushed to the vehicle and attempted to pull the driver out, when he was killed instantly by a subsequent explosion. A call went out requesting a helicopter to evacuate the driver, who survived. A crew of five boarded their CH-46 helicopter, along with HM2 Dayne Scott - a Navy Corpsman attached to the Unit. Coming out of Con Tien racing to the site, they were hit with an enemy rocket propelled grenade and crashed into a nearby mountain. All six men onboard perished in the crash. Source: Bruce Swander, Washington DC, USMC/66-70
Sunday, September 26, 2004 |
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Grateful American
Fellow Californian
American Hero
Thank you HM2 Scott for your ultimate sacrifice. Rest well brave Sailor/Marine, for you, Sir, are not forgotten.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004 |
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Manuel Pino Jr.
mpjr54@msn.com
Fellow Medic
REFLECTIONS FROM THE MOVING WALL". I am a monument to a black period in this countries history.I am the Vietnam wall.,composed to two angled granite walls,inscribed with the names of fifty eight thousand,one hundred thirty four American men and women who died in hell (that was Vietnam) Many people come to see me. strangely they come mostly in silence-old people,young people,children,mothers,fathers,widows,and veterans.all for reasons of their own.they bring gifts,pictures,letters,flowers,poems and cigarettes.the letters speak of grief and loneliness and regret.they ask forgiveness.they are an out pouring of pain.the people softly touch names on my face.they water my grass with tears.then they leave in silence and I hope in peace.for I am more than two stone walls.I am a thank you from a nation that forgot.I am a long past due apology.I am healing for wounds too long left untended.I am a tribute paid to fallen warriors.I AM THE VIETNAM WALL. "America has forgotten the wars.will she remember her warriors"? you may be gone , BUT YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN.
Thursday, October 14, 2004 |
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