THE WALL OF FACES

I think of Michael often. Michael was always in good spirits and kept the moral of our unit up with his great sense of humor and 24/7 positive attitude. I was with Michael that night of 9/7/68, Spike, Red & I were off shift in the bunker sleeping when the first B-40 hit the sand bagged FDC Conex, Michael was on shift and bravely made his way to the FDC bunker too alert us of the danger above before any of us could get your feet to the ground, yelling “WE’RE GETTING HIT” several times, than Michael headed toward the small sandbag lined entrance of the bunker which resembled the grand finale of a 4th of July fireworks show outside, I called to him to “stop, wait”, but Michael disappeared faster than we could get our boots on, Michael’s job was done here and he was moving on to fulfill his duty as an American Soldier. To this day I thank Michael from the bottom of my heart for his bravery, good humor and friendship. I am so fortunate to have known Michael, this World lost a great person that night of Sept. 7, 1968.
God Bless Michael and his Family,
Nam Buddy, Friend & FDC associate, Weston Masson

Private First Class Michael John Abruzzesa Jr., Served with Battery A, 4th Battalion, 42nd Artillery Regiment, 2nd Brigade, 4th Infantry Division, United States Army Vietnam.

Thank you for your service to our country so long ago sir. The remembrances posted on this site from friends and family show the love they have for you. As long as you are remembered you will never truly die.

My cousin, My Brother in Arms, my sleepiness nights bring me to remember things and people from my past here and gone, tonight i think of you my cousin, i sit here and watch TV about Vietnam, about our lost HERO'S like you, and many others that have paid the ultimate price as you did, your mother and father loved you so very much, i remember the way they talked about you, i was always in Aw of you, i don't remember you that well being i was only 5 when you died, but the stories that were told threwout my childhood were great and interesting, Larry and i had become very close for a long time, i would go visit with my children all the time, then your father past and and we grew apart, not sure why, i think it had to do with money, but thats on him, every once in a while i get very melancholy and think about our family and the way thing were back then, i'm sure your watching over all of us, and your up there with uncle Jim and your father, until we meet again, your cousin Leonard

We can never truly repay the debt we owe our fallen heroes. Without people like you our great nation would not exist. Rest in peace PFC. Abruzzesa, I salute your brave soul. From a Jamaica Queens Vet.