THE WALL OF FACES

Marty and I were drivers in the same platton in A Co. 28. I drove the 11 track and Marty either drove the 12 or 13 track. I went home about a week before Marty got killed , I was in base camp when we heard the news.He was a great guy who will be missed!!

Martin is buried at St Cyrils Cemetery in Schenectady, NY. SS ARCOM PH

Mere words cannot express my thanks to you for your service to our country and the ultimate sacrifice that you made so that other might have their freedom. Although other might feel the loss of your life was in vain and that the Vietnam War was a senseless war I am one American who feels that what you did for your country was not in vain but has and will always be an influence for good for generations to come. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for standing up for what was right and for paying the ultimate price.

In your honor today on your Angel Day I leave this short poem for you:

“There is not greater love than this.
There is not a greater gift that can ever be given.
To be willing to die, so another might live – there is not greater love than this.”
~ Steven Curtis Chapman

FOREVER REMEMBERED

"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 and patriots 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

As a very young altar boy, of about 8 years old, it was comforting to have someone like Marty to guide us. When I think back to those days when other older kids were teasing us Mary was always kind. He was a leader. I made my first trip to The Wall and it was a very humbling experience. So many young men with so much to offer gave the ultimate for us and their country. I will never forget them and mostly, Marty.