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  • Date of Birth:10/23/1946
  • Date of Casualty:12/22/1967
  • Home of Record:DETROIT
  • County of Record:WAYNE COUNTY
  • State:MI
  • Branch of Service:ARMY
  • Rank:PFC
  • Panel/Row:32E, 42
  • Casualty Province:LONG AN


  • Date of Birth:4/14/1949
  • Date of Casualty:12/22/1967
  • Home of Record:DELANO
  • County of Record:KERN COUNTY
  • State:CA
  • Branch of Service:MARINE CORPS
  • Rank:PVT
  • Panel/Row:32E, 43
  • Casualty Province:THUA THIEN


is honored on Panel 32E, Row 42 of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

Leave a Remembrance


  • Remembering An American Hero

    Posted on 12/16/13 - by Curt Carter
    Dear 1LT Peter B Bushey, 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
  • We Remember

    Posted on 2/8/11 - by Robert Sage
    Peter is buried at Long Island Nat Cemetery.
  • The Herald Statesman - Yonkers, NY - December 27, 1967

    Posted on 10/7/09 - by Jim McIlhenney
    OUR 19TH


    By Jennie Tritten

    A visit by Army personnel on Sunday and a telegram delivered Christmas Day saddened the holiday for Mr. and Mrs. Stanley Bushey of 570 N. Broadway.
    Their only child, 1st Lt. Peter B. Bushey, 24, a journalist, was reported killed by a sniper near Tay Ninh, Vietnam, on Dec. 22. He was Yonkers' 19th Vietnam war fatality.
    Lt. Bushey arrived in Vietnam five months ago. He served in the public information detachment of the 25th Infantry Division since Aug. 1.
    The Yonkers serviceman worked on the editorial staff of The Herald Statesman as a copy editor from June 13, 1966 until November 1966, while awaiting his call for service. He reported to Fort Benning, Ga. Nov. 17.
    While in Vietnam he wrote for his division's newspaper, Tropic Lightning News.
    The September issue carried his story about Duke, a 75-pound German Shepard scout dog and his handler, Pfc. David M. Monger of Fountain City, Ind. Both had been wounded when their company was ambushed in the Iron Triangle. Peter's story told of their reunion while recovering in the 25th Medical Battalion Ward.
    The Aug. 14 and Dec. 11 "Special Delivery to Vietnam" column by Carol DeMare in The Herald Statesman carried excerpts from his letters.
    He said he hoped to send back some stories on Yonkers serviceman.
    The Herald Statesman published his first contribution, "The Perils of Saigon Traffic," on Aug. 22.
    Lt. Bushey was born June 19, 1943, in Yonkers. He was graduated from Yonkers High School.
    His love of newspaper writing was apparent in high school. He served as sports editor of "The Broadcaster." He also was a member of the National Honor Society.
    In 1965 he received his B.A. degree at City College of New York. He got his master's in journalism at Columbia University in June 1966 and was graduated with honors.
    "Last Wednesday his Christmas card arrived at home," said Mrs. Bushey. "He told us about the package he received from Yonkers school children and wished everyone a Merry Christmas."
    The serviceman wrote home regularity.
    From September 1964 to June 1965 he was the college correspondent for the New York Times while attending City College. He covered related events on and off the campus.
    "His writing career began early," recalls a personal friend and fellow worker. "He wrote for the Hawthorne Junior High School newspaper."
    A scrapbook of Peter's stories and career remains. Among them was the Aug. 11, 1966 front page story he wrote on substandard houses in Yonkers.
  • I served with Peter Bushey

    Posted on 12/22/07 - by
    We had a small office of about 20 people in Vietnam so I got to know Peter fairly well. I was on office duty when the call came in that he had been killed. I honor his memory every December 22nd. I do feel after 40 years (today) that I need to say goodbye to him.
    Terry Richard
  • Never Forgotten

    Posted on 1/26/06 - by Bill Nelson

    "If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
    Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."

    Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
    KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.

    We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:

    Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.

    From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers

  • Budding journalist

    Posted on 4/29/05 - by Tom Gray
    Pete Bushey was a proud graduate of the Columbia University School of Journalism. We worked together, sort of, at The Herald Stateman, no longer the daily newspaper for Yonkers, New York. I believe he was serving an internship in the editorial department there while I was a part-time/summertime darkroom technican in what was then called the photo comp department. We also were both from South Yonkers and would wind up on the same side in touch football games at Pelton Field; I was pretty awful, he was quite good. However, I do remember the play on which we scored a touchdown together. He was invariable the quarterback. I went out for a pass, a down and out. Chickie Mazzucca (sp?) knocked the ball down. Now it was fourth down, and this would be the last play of this pickup game for twilight was turning into night. In the huddle I told Pete that if I run the same play but turned in, it would work. He agreed. I felt so excited that he agreed. The play worked. Chickie still knocked the ball out of my hands, but I had held it a few seconds so it was declared a valid score. That's the last time I can remember being with Pete. We probably passed each other on Lawrence Street or Van Cortlandt Park Avenue near Cena's sometime after that, but I don't remember those chance meetings.

    Peter was tall, almost silent. A quiet leader was being formed within Peter Bushey. His hair was blond and also very short, not a crew cut, just short. We spoke about journalism occasionally; I could sense his life's ambition was to be deeply involved in the newspaper business. We were not close friends, but I remember so vividly.

    As fate would have it I came to work at Columbia University for many years. Following an ugly episode on campus when an adjunct faculty member wished the worse for American troops in the Middle East, Pete's memory came back to me far more often. I looked up his alumni record at Columbia.
    In his one living year as a bona fide alumnus he made a gift. That struck me; for he surely did not have very much by the way of financial resources at the time and made the gift to the J-School's annual fund just the same. Columbia had his date of death wrong, so I had it corrected as well as having where he died noted. I think Pete would have wanted it that way. Now his record is accurate the way a good journalist would want it.

  • Gentle Giant

    Posted on 10/14/99 - by Robert F. Agne
    Pete and I were friends from Pelton Field in Yonkers NY, where we spent hours upon hours playing football, baseball and basketball. I was a few houses down the street at 475 Van Cortlandt Park Avenue.
    I will always remember Pete as the extremely intelligent giant of a guy who exhibited class and was a great friend. I vividly remember his intelligence on most every topic we would discuss. In all the years I knew him I never saw him lose his cool or even raise his voice. Pete was a true gentleman. As a Viet Nam vet myselt we use to kid we would meet in Vung Tau. We never did.
    I have a wall rubbing with Pete's name and the name of a Philip Dodge (US Army), who we also lost. Pete and I played ball against Philip many days on cool Autum Saturday afternoons. I have their rubbings proudly displayed on my office wall in Dallas, Texas. I miss both of them.

    Robert Agne USN - RD2 U.S.S. Esteem (MSO 438) and U.S.S Illusive (MSO 448)
  • Posted on 9/28/99 - by Joan Munn-Birns
    Submitted by Joan Munn-Birns, 105 Genesee Lane, Willingboro, NJ 08046 ( veteran USAF).

    I grew up in the same building where Peter and his parents lived, located at 498 Van Cortlandt Park Avenue, Yonkers, NY. Peter seemed so much older than me but there was only a five year difference. I remember that every winter morning, I would wake up when I heard him whistling as he walked past my window on the way to school. He had the loudest whistle and couldn't carry a tune! He used to make me laugh out loud, he was so terrible. I don't have any pictures of him but I remember that he was a nice looking guy, tall and well-built. He always had his hair cut into a crewcut. I used to walk behind him and try to keep up with him, but it was impossible because he walked so fast. He was very quiet and polite but when you talked to him, he was warm and maintained eye contact. There were a lot of elderly people in the building and he was very polite and helpful to them. I was so shocked when the news of his death arrived. Throughout my life, I think about him from time to time because fortunately or unfortunately, he is the only person I know who was killed. My cousins and friends all returned alive. I am very sorry that a person with so much potential and goodness was never able to realize everything he wanted to become or would have been able to achieve. I am also so sorry that there is nothing in the remembrance for Peter and that is the only reason I am sharing my memories of him.

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