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GORDON EARL DE GARMO
 

Edward  Cox
edjcox@yahoo.com
Neighborhood freind
Sanatoga, PA., 19464, USA
Remembering
Earl, You're not forgotten, I think, of you and your brothers and the early, before dawn newspaper, runs out, to Fort Dix. I read, from your freinds and fellow troops, that your actions were amongst, the best and that the troops, you lead, did well. When we played, Army and pretended, to get hit, we just called, for a medic and "fix/fix," things were, well again. I wish it were lie, but.. Time passes and many other things, have happened, but your smiling photo, lives on transfixed.. Rest well. Eddy
May 20, 2008


James  Jeleski
JGJELESKI@COX.net
The Lt's., RTO. - 2-6, India
1908, W., Javelina Ave., Mesa, AZ., 85202, USA
We had been in contact, since the afternoon, before the 27th. The morning of the 27th, our squad was, to check out a trail, leading away, from our night, position. We requested, a dog and handler and after they arrived, we started down, the trail. The dog immediately, went on alert and the handler, advised not, to procede, until we had, some backup. Lt., DeGarmo, pressed on and after rounding a bend, in the trail, we were ambushed. The dog handler and first, two, squad memebers, were shot. Those not dead were crying, for a mdedic, which I called for, on the radio. He arrived and immediately went, to their aid, but was shot, through the legs. The Lt. and I were pinned down, in the middle, of the trail, trying, to see where the gooks, were firing from. The Lt., raised up slightly, from our position and took a round, in the head, he died instantly. Another round barely, missed my head, leaving me temporily deaf, in my left ear. I don't remember much else, until I and the medic were evaced, the next morning. The medic had faked death, when the gooks pulled out, that morning, stepping over his body and continuing down, the trail. The CO., had me write, Lt., DeGarmo's widow telling her, how her, husband died. After recovering, I was reassigned to HHC., as the NCOIC., of battlion movemnet, spending the last two weeks, before DEROS, at LZ., Mustang.
Nov 2, 2007


Manuel Pino Bco 2/8th 1st Cav 68-69
mpjr54@msn.com
Fellow Cav Brother
A co 1/8th 1st Cav


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.
Remember us.
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; remember us.
by Archibald MacLeish,
1892-1982, American Poet

Feb 3, 2007


Eugene (Gene) Colgan
colgane@bbtel.com
Company Commander
HC., 81, Box, 326-A, Big Spring, KY., 40175, USA
Gordy: I never got, to say good bye. You remember, your 26, element, had point. We found that bunker complex, in War Zone 'C.' The dog team, alerted and the NVA., machine guns, ChiCom, claymores and all hell, broke loose. Your guys, were hit hard. We were talking, on the radio, you were giving, me, a SitRep. and calling for artillery, when you, were hit. The NVA., surrounded, us and Delta, Company. It took us, two, more hard days, to knock out, those bunkers and recover our dead, that fell in the first, exchange. Your guys, did good. You would have been proud, of them. Your platoon was, commanded, by a Spec., Four, after the first, day and he did, a great job. Gordy, you were, a solid warrior. A compassionate, leader and good person. Sometimes things, do not make a lot, of sense. Your loss falls, in that catergory. Trooper DeGarmo enjoy, "Fiddlers Green."
Tuesday, July 25, 2000


Clyde Adams
csajr@simflex.com
Fellow, RVN., Vet.
Gordon, today, is your birthday and I will remember you, on this special day. You may not be here, but you will never be forgotten, by many. I hope, your family has found peace, over the years and that God, has blessed you. As a friend wrote earlier, to you, "some things, just don't make sense."
Saturday, June 22, 2002

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