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

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.

To All The Vietnam Veterans
. . Contributed By Melissa On Thursday, December 29, 2005
I am 21yrs. old and am a honorary member of the of the POW-MIA committee of michigan. I wear two POW-MIA bracelets on my wrists of witch I am very proud to wear. And I am a proud supporter of ALL our troops past& present. I talk on a regular basis to some vietnam veterans with whom I am friends with and everytime I do I learn more about them and the war they were in and the hell they went though. I pray for all of them. My intrust began in high school, in our goverment (history) class we were assigned a report to do on the Civil War, World War, World War 2, Korea, Vietnam ect. Well the young fellow next to me got Vietnam he stood up and told the teacher that he would not do it because it was about "babykillers" I stood up and grabed it from him and gave him mine I had had the first World War. My dad is a vet and I took very serious offence to the statement he made. So I went interviewed vet's, had guest speakers, pictures. All together I had a slide show ,5 guest speakers, and a 125pg report. And in the end my grade was an A. I also recived an aplolgy. So thats where my instrust and support began. and still goes on every day. And just recently I lost one of my very good friends his Spencer Acres, 30yrs. And it has been very hard to deal with for me and his buddies. last week they had his memorial and there was not a dry eye in the house. Even the speaker who was giving his speach could not hold back the tears. And it really hits home when you lose someone you have known most of your life. But lest we forget. His memorie lives on. We will miss him. And GOD BLESS ALL OUR TROOPS where ever you are . When freedom is jepordy I know you will be there to protect it.

Anyone serve with MILTON LARRY KELLEY
. . Contributed By Jim Kelley On Friday, December 30, 2005
Name: Jim Kelley Email: old.salty.@comcast.net News Looking for details surounding the death of Milton Larry Kelley on April 7, 1969. Larry was serving with the 173d airborne in vietnam. From what I have learned to date, 10 other of his comrades from the 173d were also listed as KIA in the same province of lam dong and on the same day 4/7/69. I think he may have been serving with b3/503 and involved in operation darby punch II. Thank you in advance for any information you may have. Regards, Jim Kelley

Looking for 2 friends.
. . Contributed By Madelyn Robertson On Friday, January 06, 2006
I lost two very good friends in Vietman war. They were both my neighbors and we also graduated grammar and high school together. Does anyone know of Joaquim Vaz Rebelo,from Newark, New Jersey, Lance Corporal USMC, KIA 5/13/67, Quang Nam, South Vietnam and Leon Earl Bell, from Newark , New Jersey, USMC, KIA 7/2/67 Quang Tri, South Vietnam. If someone does know of either of these two please E mail me. The last time I saw them was before they were sent over to a place I barely knew existed . I know God is keeping them ever near and I also know that on their fatefull days they both went straight to heaven because they had spent their time in hell.

LEON D. ECHART
. . Contributed By CLARK K. HAMM On Monday, January 09, 2006
IN MEMORY OF LEON D. ECHART KIA. TAY NINH FEB.23,1967 I VISITED SISTER PEARL IN NOV.2005 ANYONE CAN GET IN TOUCH WITH ME CLARK K. HAMM B CO. 2/12 4TH.INF. DIV. VIETNAM 66-67 IRON TRIANGLE [MACHINE GUNNER]484-764-5866 SEE YOU BROTHERS!

project
. . Contributed By Esther Bair On Monday, January 09, 2006
hello, im 13 years old and im trying to do a report on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in D.C. i have questions that need to be answered for a grade, but i also have answers just for my own use. my dad was in the Vietnam War although i wasnt alive yet he has told me about it many times. i am very interested in this particular war and have chosen it many times before as an assignment. it is a most interesting time in our history, so if you couls help me out with this. any stories wouls be awsome or maybe pictures(only if you mind). thank you so much for listening. God Bless ~~Esther

Patrick Michael Loisel
. . Contributed By Rosemary Bridge On Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Patrick my darling cousin you have never been out of my heart and my memories.You are so special to your sister, Michelle, and I. I remember the day you were leaving, not our hearts, but our home. You were so brave and your smile is always in my memory.When the news came about your death, I refused to believe it.The soldier that brought your body home was able to tell us about your not wanting to get in to the tank, and you just kept up the fight. I was so angry with you, why did he do that? This soldier said even though you were hurt you kept shooting so the other's could get in and be safe. I love you Patrick, I miss you so much. Every May I remember you, every Memorial Day I pray for you, I weep about the unknowing if you suffered, where you were when you died. You were not alone, for God your Father was there with you, to take you home, no more pain, no more fear. I will see you again my sweet cousin, I have assurance of that fact, for I am a child of God, and God's son Jesus Christ is my Savior. All our Love and Prayers. Michelle and Rosemary.