THE WALL OF FACES

1SG Malcolm Cyril Dulac was born Friday Dec 25th 1931.{Christmas day} in Dexter,Maine. He was one of ten born to Maurice & Minnie Dulac. Malcolm was ten years older then me, so I can only give you what I have been told. Malcolm lived mostly with his grandparents because there was not much room at home. His schooling was through eighth grade. He would rather go rabbit hunting then school, so his dad recommended the army. He was all most seventeen at the time,so he and two other best friends were enlisted at age seventeen. (His two friends were killed in Korea.) I believed he trained at Fort Dix N.J. and was sent to Korea. He came home from his first tour of duty but civilian life was not for him,so he relisted. He spent over 19 years severing the United States Of America in two wars. Before going to VietNam he called his dad to let him know he did not have to go,but he was going anyway. Malcolm's father and mother were sadden to hear of his hostile death in Binh Dinh Province in May of 1968. His tour in VietNam started Saturday,Sept. 30,1967. Tour ended May 5,1968 age 36. Malcolm was a professional soldier who deserves to be honored by all free Americans.

Malcolm is buried at Mount Pleasant Cemetery in Dexter, Maine.

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 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

Dear Sir,
For the Gridley High School Posting Project, I would like recognize you for your loyalty to your country. You gave up so much to fight for our freedoms that you believe in. It takes a lot of courage to go and fight in a war. I have a great deal of respect for you and your fellow soldiers. Thank you for all you have done to help your country become the proud nation that it is today.