Orlando Gallardo Ussf2@aol.com A brother I never met 5700 Winvelly Drive Columbus Ga. 31909 USA You'll never be forgotten. You are with us! I met Bruce (your brother) during a visit to the wall on my birthday. Since that day we are friends and family in more ways than one. Now I have a second family. It seems like I met you before. All the good things I hear from your family makes me feel like I knew you. Your sacrifices are not lost in a dark hole, many people owe you their life. We'll see you in the future. You are loved by a wonderful family, a dedicated loving brother (Bruce) and magnificent ladies (your nieces) this family is nothing but true love for you, you are in their hearts and minds every second of the day. God Bless you and I love you too....Orlando Apr 20, 2010
davy b davybaker@suddenlink.net Another Brother Kilgore, Tx Remembrance Honoring, another young hero, today and everyday. Thank you, for your dedication, courage and your service, to our nation. 'TO LIVE, IN THE HEARTS OF THOSE, YOU LEAVE BEHIND, IS NEVER TO DIE.' ~Robert Orr~ May God bless and keep you, hold you, in His loving arms and comfort, your loved ones. Rest in peace, Robert Oren Hill, YOU, ARE NOT FORGOTTEN!!! Nov 23, 2008
Garnet Jenkins Grand Junction, Co. ~ You, Are Not Forgotten ~
It is an Honor, to pay tribute to Robert Oren Hill, with So Much Gratitude, for his Courage, Service and Dedication, to our Country and for Freedom. Rest well, and know, that you will, NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. I'am the sister, of Sgt., David Dickinson, who also made the Supreme Sacrifice, in Vietnam, 1967.... ~TREASURE, THIS YOUNG HERO, LORD, IN YOUR GARDEN OF REST, FOR WHILE, HERE ON EARTH, HE WAS ONE, OF OUR BEST.~ Dec 8, 2007
Sharon Strout Cullenberg sharonasc@hotmail.com Farmington ME 04938 USA We Honor You Today Bobby, Although we never met, I feel as thought I know you. Your brother, Bruce somehow connected with me as I was seeking information about the death of my brother, Philip W. Strout, 5th Special Forces Group who was killed on May 23rd, 1969 in Cambodia. Please know that there are many, many people that honor you today and will never forget your ultimate sacrifice. My thoughts and prayers are with your family today. Sharon Strout Cullenberg May 28, 2007
Manuel Pino Bco 2/8th 1st Cav 68-69 mpjr54@msn.com Fellow Vietnam Army Vet 237 MED DET Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings, Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things. You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung, high in the sunlit silence, hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace, where never lark, or even eagle flew, and, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God. By John G. Magee, Jr.
Oct 31, 2006
Bruce Hill b.hill3@verizon.net Brother 1132 Sterling Road Herndon, , VA 20170 US GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
From my daughter -for my brother. Bobby, here's something Kim wrote during competition for a college scholarship. If you could have dinner with anyone in the world, who would it be? Of the millions of people in the world, there is one person that I would give anything to meet and have dinner with. The same person is one that I will never be able to meet in my lifetime. My uncle Bobby was a hero. He died fighting for his country in Vietnam. For as long as I can remember I have heard stories, seen pictures, and heard audio tapes he sent home from Vietnam. These things have given me a special connection to my uncle and a special love that transcends time. I can remember a special trip to DC quite vividly. It was a warm spring day and the bustle of activity in Washington, DC, captivated my attention. There were men dressed in black leather riding loud Harley-Davidsons down the street. The sidewalks were lined with trucks selling everything from hotdogs to tee-shirts. The faint sounds of a concert in the distance drifted over the chaotic chatter of passersby. I was only seven years old and my small hand grasped my dad's in an effort to remain together. My dad wore his army fatigues and I proudly wore his Green Beret and carried a small American flag to leave at the wall we had come to visit. After a long walk we arrived at the long, black granite wall. "This is it," my dad said, his smiling face becoming somewhat somber, "the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial." We walked down a stone path alongside the wall, down a slight incline. My dad hoisted me up onto his shoulders and pointed out my uncle's name so I could run my fingers along the granite. As I ran my fingers over his name, Robert O. Hill, Jr., the cut in the smooth stone tickled my fingers. My dad told me stories he remembered of his brother how he was always looking for a way to make someone laugh, how they would go camping together when they were Boy Scouts, how he once replaced the contents of the sugar bowl with salt to surprise everyone at breakfast. I knelt down and placed the miniature flag at the base of the wall. I stood up again. Looking into the wall, I could see the reflection of myself reaching just past the waist of my dad's reflection. His body trembled slightly and the smile had disappeared from his face. I grabbed my dad's hand and looking upwards towards the sun, I mouthed, "Daddy, I love you." He squeezed my hand and smiled, "I love you too, Brownie-Brown Eyes." The day my dad and I spent together in DC had a great effect on me, even as a young girl. Seeing the way the loss of my uncle has affected my dad has had a profound effect on my own life. I somehow feel a great attachment to my uncle, someone I have never even known. It is hard to explain how I can have so much love for a man I have never met, but there is a love that grows deep inside of me. It is the love that can send a shiver up my spine each time that I run my fingers along the smooth, black granite wall of the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial. It is the love that makes my thoughts turn to my uncle at the sound of a helicopter nearing overhead. It is a love that stems from seeing the love my dad has for him. The photographs of my uncle and the rubbing of his name that I made at the wall are the only two material attachments that I have to my uncle. But I also have the memories of my dad and the dreams and stories I have created in my own mind. I know in my heart that my uncle is a hero. No one knows this better than the man whose life my uncle died saving, and the others who served with my uncle in Vietnam. Hearing the gratitude, love, and wonderful memories that these men have of my uncle is comforting. The flowers and notes that have been left at my uncle's grave by unknown people show how much he is thought of and missed by other people. I believe that the people who were able to meet my uncle were truly blessed. It is an opportunity that I would give anything for. I would love to have even a few minutes to meet my uncle, and tell him how much he is loved, and how greatly he is missed. I would show him my silver locket which holds his picture inside. Kimberly A. Hill
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Armond "Si" Simmons psysim@coosahs.net A fellow, DUSTOFF pilot 104, Wadsworth Lane, Pell City, AL., 35128, USA DUSTOFF, Vietnam Memorial http://psysim.www7.50megs.com/dustkia.htm On behalf of fellow DUSTOFFers, please accept my condolences to the family of our comrade, Robert Hill. I invite, family and friends to visit the official webpage, of The DUSTOFF Association, a nonprofit organization for Army, Medical Department, enlisted and officer personnel, aviation crewmembers, and others who are (or ever were) engaged in (or actively supported in any capacity) Army aeromedical evacuation programs in war or peace. Many loved ones, of our fallen comrades have found solace in visiting the site, found friends who served with their loved one and enjoyed having their family, become a part of their loved one's DUSTOFF family, a relationship that we fellow DUSTOFFers cherish and respect. All the best - Si Simmons - psysim@coosahs.net -The DUSTOFF Association webpage: -http://www.dustoff.org/ - My DUSTOFF wepage: - http://psysim.www7.50megs.com/html/dustoff.htm Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Bruce Hill b.hill3@verizon.net Brother Miss you will NEVER forget you! Bobby, we all miss you and think of you OFTEN. I will never forget our meetings in VN. Have spoken to many people who knew you in VN nurses and fellow pilots they too will not forget you. Spent Veteran's Day 2002 at the Wall with Mike's family-quite a 'reunion' sad but so important for all of us. Cindy and Mindy send their love. We visit you often at the Wall. I'll be there soon for a chat. Happy birthday, big brother. I love you. Sunday, February 08, 2004
Richard Boyd radio_relay@yahoo.com In country together God bless you my Brother, and rest forever in peace. I will have the highest honor to be reading your name at The Wall on November 11. You are gone, but will never be forgotten. Welcome Home! RBoyd USMC '68 - '71, RVN '70 Sunday, October 27, 2002
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