CHARLES P ELLIS
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HONORED ON PANEL 10E, LINE 90 OF THE WALL

CHARLES PAUL ELLIS

WALL NAME

CHARLES P ELLIS

PANEL / LINE

10E/90

DATE OF BIRTH

06/17/1946

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

09/13/1966

HOME OF RECORD

ORADELL

COUNTY OF RECORD

Bergen County

STATE

NJ

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

PFC

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Contact Details
ASSOCIATED ITEMS LEFT AT THE WALL

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR CHARLES PAUL ELLIS
POSTED ON 8.29.2012
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Charles is buried at St Joseph Cemetery, Hackensack,NJ. PH

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POSTED ON 2.22.2011
POSTED BY: New Jersey Vietnam Veterans' Memorial Foundation

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Picture of Charles Ellis. To view the rest of his profile from the New Jersey Vietnam Veterans' Memorial Foundation please go to www.njvvmf.org. Thank you.
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POSTED ON 12.31.2008
POSTED BY: Charles Ellis

Your Namesake

Although we never met my father tells me I am your namesake. My name is Charles Paul Ellis and I am the son of your youngest brother David and I am currently the only one member of the Ellis family to carry your birth name. You were highly respected in the eyes of a younger sibling, who is now my loving father. Your heritage is passed on through the love you gave to your family and friends; and to this day it still continues to channel through the lives of us all. You are loved and missed; and our vow to you is to never forget. You led a short life but not without compassion for everyone around you.
Charles Paul Ellis, your memory will always live on.
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POSTED ON 6.15.2006
POSTED BY: Ted Medvecky

From a nephew you have never met

Charlie Paul,
We have never met, but I am the son of your youngest sister. I was born over a decade after you passed away, but I have heard many stories about you. My moms best memory of you in Vietnam was your letters asking to send more candy for the children you saw.
I wish I could have known you better but feel happy and proud that when your name is mentioned, your family thinks of fond memories and love for you.

much love,
Teddy
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POSTED ON 5.28.2006
POSTED BY: Jerry

A Never Forgotten Friend

I'll never forget the shock and sadness I felt when I came home on leave and learned what had happened. As everyone here has said, you were truly one of the great ones who touched everyone who was fortunate enough to know you.

These lonely thoughts of war we dread
Are haunted by the souls of dead;
Who stand among the shadows where
They look with cold judgmental stares.
What is it in their glance we see
That they would want from you or me?
A moment’s past decision then
Had cost the lives of many men,
And left us with such guilt to bear
Beneath our own condemning stares.

The years ahead may not be kind
Because of those we left behind.
The fact that we came home again
Has left us little peace within,
And so around us we have built
The Walls we mortared without guilt;
That seems to darken evermore
The light of hope we had before.

We look for answers but find doubt;
Uncertain then what life’s about;
Perhaps regretting after all
Our names weren't written on the Wall.

And so we ask the question, “Why?
Some men live while others die?”
And find no long enduring peace
When endless battles never cease.
Where we condemn ourselves because
We could not change the way it was.

The question always seems to be,
“What is our course in destiny?”

We know someday we'll join them there,
Among the shadows where they stare,
And then we'll have to face each one
Explain to them what wasn't done
And why we simply did not taste
Life’s fullest cup, we chose to waste,
While dying men with trembling lips,
Had been denied just one more sip.

So if they have had the chance to give
Would they have had the will to live?
Or would they ask the question “Why?

Some men live while others die?”
There is no way that we can see
The right or wrong of what could be.
So if our names exchanged with them
It would not change what happened then,
For no one knows where futures lie
Except, that someday, we will die.

The lives we live must now create
A deeper meaning for their fates,
Or else the guilt we wear inside
Will haunt forever ‘till we've died.
The death of those succumbing first
Should not deny the lives we thirst,
But rather savor from the vine
Each day for them, life’s sweetest wine.

We are their living legacy,
The last of mortal breath to be,
That speaks about what happened then
So it will not occur again.
We must not carry such a load
So let the walls of guilt erode,
Accept the fact that we should “live”
And then perhaps ourselves forgive,
And truly live their legacy
Denying death its victory.
We cannot let the years slip by
In search of answers to the “Why/”
For time and tide will wait for none
Then suddenly our journey's done.
And so without lifelong regret
We do not owe death any debt,
Except to be, then after all,
The Living Spirit of the Wall.

By Lawrence A. White
Served in Viet Nam 1969-1971
Taken out of the book Voices from the Wall

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