LOOKING FOR ROSS DOUGLAS CABE
. . Contributed By Cher Newell On Thursday, December 08, 2005
Looking for Ross Douglas Cabe who was from the Miami/Ft. Laudedale, FL area. Served, I think, in the 1st marine Airwing WMS17 DaNang, Vietnam from Jan 1968-Aug 1969. He & my friend served together and were best buddies. Trying to locate him as a surprise Christmas present for my friend. If anyone knows how to contact him, please contact me or have him do so. Can provide verification facts if needed to the right person.

Do you know I exist?
. . Contributed By Erika On Thursday, December 08, 2005
For many of us Vietnam babies we wonder did our father's make it? Did he even know he was going to be a father? I know for myself, I have wondered if my father even made it through the war and if I would have been daddy's little girl.We can't change the past but if I had one wish .I would like to meet my father. He was one of thousands of hero's I am sure.but for sure.he is a part of me and I would love to meet him. If you were stationed in Ft. Wolters TX around Christmas of 67-68 and knew a Mike Kulisek? that dated a Sandy Reed please email me. I am not asking for anything but to fill the void. In the subject matter please use reference Kulisek-Ft Wolters. Happy Holidays to you all! God Bless

Wall visit
. . Contributed By Robert Flournoy On Sunday, December 11, 2005
The Wall The second time I went to the Vietnam Memorial was more meaningful than the first. That initial time in 1982 was a circus. Absolute carnival atmosphere that agitated, angered me. Balloons, snacks, crowded, an absolute lack of the sober subdued holy atmosphere that I expected, and that in my mind the shrine demanded. The place was still relatively new, and it was a summer Saturday with the sun shining which encouraged the throngs to turn out, including, unfortunately, a couple hundred guys who thought that they needed to dress up like bikers in old fatigues which were plastered with ribbons and patches, boonie hats and the obligatory granny shades. And head bands. And drooping mustaches. All carrying on with one another, hugging, power hand shaking, crocodile tears, milling around on the path directly in front of the black depths of that wall, here I am check me out. Dude. Total bull shit. I have found that for every ten guys who tell you they were in 'Nam, many of them are probably lying, and when it comes to who did what, most of them were airborne ranger CIB gunslinging bad asses who stalked the jungle with cold steel resolve and by God I've earned my booze but don't talk to me too much about it because once established that I am the real deal then we just don't go there, you know, man? Total bull shit. Second trip was also a Saturday, many years later, in the fall, nippy with some bluster in the wind, fading color in the hardwoods. A couple of dozen older people pausing reflectively in front of the mirrored, shining sea of names, some hesitantly rubbing the inscriptions off onto various flimsies and fabrics, almost apologetically, standing silently looking down at their work to see if some magic would appear, some who looked at the name they had sought out with a sense of bewilderment, trying to comprehend after 30 years or more. A few guys my age, jeans, sweatshirts, light jackets, graying, thinning hair, standing off a little with arms crossed, unmoving, looking for something that they were not having any luck finding; quiet, pensive, detached. I stood awhile, apart, eyes glazing off into the distant depths of the marble, wandered off, found a to go coffee and drifted back onto the grass to resume watch for awhile longer. I didn't seek out the names this time. I knew where they were. And I left.Bob Flournoy Arty FO, 2/8th Inf 1st Cav rwflournoy@aol.com

Heroes Carved In Stone
. . Contributed By Bryan Stidham On Sunday, December 11, 2005
My daughter wrote this last year and has dedicated it to all who served in Vietnam and the families of POW/MIA's. She'll see the wall for the first time this February. "Heroes Carved in Stone" By Sabrina Stidham I stood staring in awe as my gaze settled upon a black granite wall of memories. As I stood there not a muscle in my body twitched, except for the rhythmic beating of my weary heart. Before me, a great wall, with the names of Fathers, Sons, Bothers, Daughters; Soldiers; Heroes.carved in stone. As I looked at the granite I saw behind it. A scene of tangled jungles, mud covered boots, people crying, as their lives came to an unwritten end. On the ground I saw the bodies of fallen soldiers, bloody and cold from death. In my heart I felt their pain and fear, which lingered in their unforgotten souls. In my mind I could see them standing around me, in what was left of their tiger-striped tattered camouflage. Blood covered, dirty calluses had formed on their hands, and memories of home were lost in the emptiness of their stares. I saw beside me the American Flag, still and unmoving in the bustling air. I shivered at the eerie sight. Suddenly, I felt that I wasn't alone, as though I were in the presence of a soldier; I paused, not believing in my feelings. A chill went down my spine as I felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned to see a woman; a mother, with tears in her eyes, reading the name of her son. At that moment I realized that the soldiers have not been forgotten. They live on in our hearts; then, now, and forever. As I turned to leave, I hesitated; looked back at the wall and said aloud, "Thank You", and I swear I heard a voice carried on the wind whisper."Never Forget".

To find Bob Mac Culloch(or Mc Cullough)
. . Contributed By Claudine Auger On Monday, December 12, 2005
If you have known this man when you were in Vietnam ,give me information and read my correspondence on the 20th of november.Thanks so much.

Casualty by Vietnam Location
. . Contributed By Dennis Stroup On Saturday, December 17, 2005
Is there a web page that sorts casualties by location? I remember where I was but need names of fallen comrades in a particular area in Vietnam.

3/17th Air Cal Vietnam 1967/1968
. . Contributed By Dennis Stroup On Saturday, December 17, 2005
Looking for any members of the 3/17th Air Cal serving in Vietnam in 1967/1968.

Looking for James Hall Jr.
. . Contributed By Howard E. Campbell Jr. On Monday, December 19, 2005
James Hall is one of several buddies I have been trying to locate for since 1972. We were members of the 506th Transportation Army Depo located at Long Binh in Vietnam. We were part of a group of guys that beacame very good buddies. For me it was the brothers I never had. It was harder for me to leave them behind in Vietnam than it was to leave my Family for my 14 monthS "Tour of Duty". I never knew what it was like to have friends and a bunch of guys that you could count on. My reasn for trying to locate Jim is, I just need to know if he is okay and that he returned home safe and sound. Max Gilmore had been a good friend to Jim evan before they were assigned to the 506th. During the time we spent together along with ,(last names only), Langraf,Wetzel,Eastherday our duties inpart was convoys,staging areas,and many times going on those convoys searching for Flatbeds and Semis. As for my self I had aquired a couple Nike Names, one was SOUPY AND THE OTHER WAS B.J. I got that second one because whenever I had Beef Jerky I shared it with every one. During my Tour, I would get a lot of care boxes each one would be shared with everyone. Come Christmas time it was difficult not knowing if these guys would get cards from home. Thats not saying they did't get letters from home but mail call for them was on the light side most of the time. After I returned home everything was differant, or at least it felt that way. I have never been able to have friends ater my TOUR OF DUTY, only because they could compare to the ones I left behind in Vietnam. I made a vow that I could not allow my self to have another friend/friends and that close of a bond again in my life. I truly felt that had lost the best friends that anyone could hope to have. After almost 35 years that still holds true. Most likely they will never know how much they meant to me and still do.

Looking For Capt. John Dwyer
. . Contributed By Bob Bertoldi On Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Capt. John Dwyer was battallion Commander of HHC, 2Bn, 14th Infantry, 25th Infantry Division, Cu Chi Viatnam, 1967. I was his Senior Medic and closely served with John through many battles throughout the year of 1967. I left Vietnam in November of '67 while John had another four month to serve. I dearly want to reconnect with this great leader of soldiers to thank him for such a professional job he did for the 2nd Bn, 14th Infantry. If anyone knows of a Capt. John Dwyer please email me at: Bobbertoldi@aol.com

73rd Engineer Co CS
. . Contributed By Bob Uccello On Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Looking for members of 73rd Engineer Co CS who served in Vietnam. We were in Phu Tai near the ammo Domp. So of Qui Nhon on hwy 1. It been a long time