JOHN L ERVIN
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HONORED ON PANEL 7W, LINE 26 OF THE WALL

JOHN LEE ERVIN

WALL NAME

JOHN L ERVIN

PANEL / LINE

7W/26

DATE OF BIRTH

11/03/1949

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NGAI

DATE OF CASUALTY

08/31/1970

HOME OF RECORD

SPRINGFIELD

COUNTY OF RECORD

Sangamon County

STATE

IL

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SP4

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR JOHN LEE ERVIN
POSTED ON 9.10.2021
POSTED BY: Mike Archer

I was with John that day.

If any of John Ervin's family wants to know the details of John's final moments, contact me. The explosion put me in the hospital for a week. Respectfully, Mike Archer
John Lee Ervin,
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POSTED ON 11.3.2020
POSTED BY: Dennis Wriston

I'm proud of our Vietnam Veterans

Specialist Four John Lee Ervin, Served with the 3rd Platoon, Company D, 1st Battalion, 52nd Infantry Regiment, 198th Infantry Brigade, Americal Division, United States Army Vietnam.
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POSTED ON 12.2.2018
POSTED BY: Sherri Boner

Such a sweet uy

John was a neighbor kid in Springfield. Such a sweetheart.Quiet, just an all around nice guy. So sad that he never got a chance to get married and do all the things he should have done.
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POSTED ON 8.13.2018
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear Sp4 John Ervin,
Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. You are on the same panel as Mike, say hi to him in heaven. We remember all you who gave their all. It has been too long, and it's about time for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 7.15.2017
POSTED BY: Marilyn Moe

Best Friend

Butch (John) was my best friend for several years before he was drafted to the military. Our family had horses, and I met Butch for the first time at the Springfield Fairgrounds where his family was stabled down the building from ours. I had brought the wrong key to get to the hay, and Butch climbed the tall wall to get to our hay, saving me a trip home to get the right key. That was a very good day, because we met.
During the summer, he would ride his appaloosa horse over to my house to collect me and my horse, and we would ride through the subdivision and talk and talk and talk. He made me laugh. Yes, I heard his jokes about Mae West, and his love of "The Duke", John Wayne. He stayed until late at night, talking on our 'second driveway', then ride home (dangerously) in the pitch dark on the country roads, uncomplaining about the danger. I so looked forward to him getting out of Vietnam for good, and we both were counting down the days. My Dad went to the feed store and was told Butch had been killed. So he came home and told me, and I was DEVASTATED.
I cried so hard and so long my parents threatened to send me to a mental institution if I didn't quit crying and eat something. Needless to say, they had no compassion at all.
I so admired Butch - he went into the army in the draft although he said he couldn't imagine killing another human being. I told him it was his patriotic duty to go; I never expected him to die! Anyway, so he became a radio operator, and he lugged a very heavy radio with a long antenna over his head, pointing him out to the enemy. He had to walk in front with his Commanding Officer, and that's why they stepped on the land mine at the head of the line. Butch was the soul of encouragement, kind, gentle. I used to drive by the pasture where his family kept the horses, and I would see his appaloosa out there, probably missing Butch, too. Butch truly lived what he believed. He seemed wise beyond his years.
He was my dearest friend. I expect him to be one of the first people I see when I get to heaven (I am a born again Christian). He was way too young to die. After he died and I found out he had died, his letters kept coming. We wrote back and forth several times a week. I hoped against hope he was still alive, that a mistake had been made, because the letters kept coming. I miss you, Butch. I left a yellow rose on your grave, no dandelions for you! - so incredibly sorry you died before your adult life had begun.
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