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is honored on Panel 8W, Line 67 of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

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    Posted on 12/26/13
    Mr. Marlatt,
    My name is Danniel Marlatt. I served four years active duty Air Force and Thirteen active US Coast Guard. I visited the wall to show respect to all fallen soldiers like yourself. I was curious and looked up my last name only to find one Marlatt on the wall. I know it's not a common name but whether I'm related to you or not, I hope to make you proud doing what I love defending this great nation as you have. Rest in peace my brother in arms. You will never be forgotten.
  • Remembering An American Hero

    Posted on 12/2/13 - by Curt Carter
    Dear SGT Roy Wayne Marlatt, sir

    As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

    May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

    With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

    Curt Carter
  • For SGT Roy Wayne MARLATT, USA...another of Pittsburgh's bravest of heroes, who gave his life for us

    Posted on 6/7/12 - by

    He loved us so.

    Every day, in a hundred ways, he told us so.

    In honesty, in affection, he told us so.

    He loved us so.

    Every day, in a hundred ways, he showed us so.

    With loyalty and bravery, he showed us so.

    He was our defender, and he kept us free!

    He took an oath to guard us, and fought for liberty!

    He loved us so, and we should know.

    For we loved him so.

    Sergeant Marlatt, you had been there and done that in defense of freedom and justice for all, risking your life for uss in that far-off land! You have given all that mortality can give! You were one brave man who did brave deeds for our America! Your name and fame are the birthright of EVERY American citizen! In your youth and strength...your love and had given all to defend liberty everywhere! You had brought honor to Pittsburgh, the home of heroes BRAVE AND TRUE!...Pittsburgh, the city where three rivers meet...and the home of the BUCS and the STEELERS! You had lived up to the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved ideal SO NOBLE that it arouses a sense of pride, and yet, of humility! I strongly believe that Jill Corey, whom Avonmore (her home town) and Pittsburgh (where she got her start) can claim as one of their own, and whom I greatly admire as one of my three top favorite songbirds of all time, the others being Julie Andrews, who is from England, and Dusty Springfield, also from England, but she passed on some years ago, would be very proud of your service to America, and the sacrifices made to keep our country free! Well done, Sergeant! Be thou at peace. ARMY STRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • To Put A Face With A Name

    Posted on 3/2/12 - by Carol (Cipriani) Haberchak
    Dear Roy, to honor your memory and the sacrifice you made for our country I want to make sure your photo will be displayed on your birthday each and every year when the Education Center is completed, so it is with great pride and humility that I post this remembrance with your graduation photo that was furnished to me by one of your fellow classmates, Bill Kegg, with whom you graduated in 1967 from Taylor Allderdice High School, along with my brother-in-law, Ed Haberchak. You are not forgotten and remain in the hearts of many all these years later. You have been designated to be one of God's special angels, along with the love of my life, who also sacrificed his life during this war 45 years ago. God Bless You, Roy, for being who you were and for all you did--we live in freedom to this day thanks to heroes like you.
  • A fellow grunt remembrance of a fellow soldier

    Posted on 7/30/11 - by Bill Johnston
    Roy we have the same birthday, we were born on the same date, the same year. We are much closer than that; we both were grunts who found ourselves fighting to survive in that country. I did not know you but I was in the same Brigade, the 11th Infantry Brigade at the same time you were in that war. We both turned 21 while in that country. We both became men in that war. What we both did and everyone who served in that war was done because our nation had asked us to do it. Our nation had called us and we went. That was what we did. We did not dodge. We did not run away. We served. We fought. We bled. We died. What more could we have done?

    I survived that war, that country, but I know too many friends like you who did not come home as many of us did. That is hard to take even today, now nearly forty-one years ago. I feel for your family and friends who missed you so many years ago and even today. I feel their sorrow, their grief, the pain of losing you. It is always terrible for the family especially for the families of men like you who died so young, in a far off land.

    Today we would have been the same age, 62 years old. You would be getting ready to retire as I have only recently done myself. It is always painful knowing that so many men gave their life in that war. Too many men like you died too young in that country. I was in the same war, at the same time as you. I was in The Bush; I was a grunt just as you were in that war. I was with Bravo 4th Battalion, 3rd Infantry, 11th Infantry Brigade and was a grunt in The Bush throughout my tour in that country. We both knew Duc Pho, our Brigade and our Battalion’s headquarters, though neither of us probably saw much of the rear. The only time we would be ‘off’ in this war was our Stand Downs. I am sure you enjoyed your company’s Stand Downs. They were about the only enjoyment the grunts would have in that country. They only lasted three days and two nights but they were great for the grunts. I remember finding the Duc Pho massage parlor on my company’s first Stand Down in Duc Pho. I imagine you found and enjoyed this little establishment too. That was about the only enjoyment the grunts would have in that country and the only good experience I recall while fighting that war. You went to the Duc Pho PX while on your Stand Down just as I did though you probably did not buy very much. Some film and a few snacks and that were about it, you could not carry much more in your ruck, it was already too heavy. We were always humping The Bush looking for this enemy we had been sent to fight.

    We both did about the same things each day we were fighting this war. I humped the boonies, I humped the rice paddies, I humped “those mountains”, and you did the same. We felt the same exhaustion after each day’s hump. We both felt the same fears as we attempted to survive in that country. We both were without food and water too many times, but we were both young and could survive that, it was the enemy we were fighting that made that country, that war so bad.

    In Nam, we always felt or at least I did, that our life was on the line every day we were in The Bush most especially when we made contact with this enemy. This would not end until my tour was over, just as it would be for all of the men in the infantry. This war was called a guerilla war, and I guess that was what it was, but at the time, it most certainly would always be different from anything I had ever faced. At no other time in my lifetime would I have men walking around with weapons looking to kill my fellow men. At no other time in my lifetime would we be walking around looking to kill our enemy. At no other time in my lifetime would so many men be seriously wounded and killed. This war was like every war that had come before us, men were walking around attempting to kill you before you killed them. These killings, these deaths are what have been for me so hard to get over. This was not the first war that men had killed other men, all wars had been this way, the difference now was that we were to be part of these killings and deaths. That was the difference. This would not be like sitting back in your living room at home and watching some old war movie on TV or sitting in the same room in your favorite chair while reading someone’s recollections of some long forgotten battle. This war would be a very dirty and deadly business where you and your fellow men’s life are uncertain every minute you would be fighting this war.

    My little squad of grunts was to be my family in Nam as I am sure it was the same with you. There was no one else who you would be so close to while you fought in this war, that especially being the case for the grunts. So it was to be throughout my tour. We would all be closer than brothers living and surviving as we did in that country. This by itself would make it very difficult to survive and live with after losing a friend in this war. It was always difficult seeing your fellow men wounded and killed in this country it was horrible for the men who survived. That was something that we all had been trained to do but living through those fights and battles was not something someone could actually prepare you to face. Our hearts were bleeding whenever we lost anyone in this war. Everyone knew each other we were around each other each day we were in this war. Our hearts were certainly bleeding when we lost a friend in that war and I am certain it was the same for your friends in that country when they lost you. They have not forgotten you. Rest assured, Roy you are not forgotten.

    Roy we never saw each other in that war, but we saw each other each day. We saw our fellow men we were all the same. The man next to me was just like you. The man behind and in front of you was just like me. The man sleeping while I was on guard in The Bush was just like you. You were digging our foxhole at our NDP site in The Bush and we would each take turns digging the only survival equipment we had in that war. We ate the same things, we had the same dreams, and we had the same fears in The Bush. We were comrades in war and though we never met, we were actually around each other each day we were in this war. We would be closer than brothers fighting this war and I am certain it was the same with all of the grunts. We only had our fellow men to survive with; there were no one else in The Bush except our fellow soldiers. These men, these friends were your family in that country. They would do anything for your survival and you did the same for them. We all were the same in that war.

    Being grunts, we both had many things in common. Getting to this war, we both found out soon who were fighting this war. It was the infantryman, it was us, it was the grunts that would do most of the fighting and most of the dying in this war. We both flew on our first chopper in that country. We both found ourselves doing many firsts in that country. There were too many things we had not expected to be doing but we each did them the best we could under the circumstances we found ourselves surviving in while in that war. We would both be looking for mail in The Bush, we were both hungry at times, we were both scared in this war. We were both doing our job, the job the Army had assigned us to do in that country. We did most everything the same in that war. Yet you gave your life. That is hard to take even though I did not know you. I knew guys just like you. These friends all wanted to come home but like you, these friends did not come home.

    It is always sad thinking about that war, the men killed, the men terribly wounded, the men suffering today. I look at The Wall and the names seem to go on forever. Look at any letter in the alphabet and there are hundreds if not thousands of names listed under each letter. Look under the listing of any state and you will find there are thousands of names listed under each, thousands of men who died in that war. I realize that each name represents a living person who gave his life in that country. Each was a human being who wanted to serve his country and a man who wanted to come home to his family and friends just as you wanted to come home but did not. Multiply that out by hundreds family members and friends or even more and you see that more than the men listed on The Wall actually died in that war. These men families and friends’ hearts died, their future died, their boy had died. What more could they have given. Perhaps too many have overlooked this when they see these names, these men. There are always many more people affected by these deaths. That is what is so bad about war. Too many young men were killed, too many lives are affected, and too many hearts are broken. I have not forgotten and I never will.

    Thanks Roy, thanks for your service, and thanks your family for the sacrificed they made in giving their son in this war. This was not easily given, much heartache, too many tears were shed, too many lives disrupted. But know that though we do not recall each man killed in this war, we have not forgotten that you gave your life those many years ago. It seems like only yesterday to me. It has been nearly forty-one years since I left that war, those killings, and that country but much of it is still remembered and will be by the men who fought in that war.

    God Bless you and all of your family and friends.

    Roy thanks for your service to your country and the many other men who died in that war. Roy know that you are not forgotten by men who served in that war with you.

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The Wall of Faces

Brought to you by the organization that built The Wall, the Vietnam Veterans Virtual Memorial Wall is dedicated to honoring, remembering and sharing the legacies of all those who died in the Vietnam War. Here you can go beyond the names on The Wall to see the faces, share the stories and read the remembrances posted by friends, neighbors, classmates and family members.

All of these photos will be showcased in The Education Center at The Wall on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. To learn more about the effort to collect these photos and ensure their faces will never be forgotten, visit