I WILL REMEMBER YOU TILL I JOIN YOU
I HAD THE HONOR OF BEING LT FOLMAR'S PLT SGT IN VIET NAM. HE WENT TO THAT MOUNTAIN THAT HORRIBLE DAY,AND I STAYED WITH THE REST OF OUR PLATOON WHEN HE JOINED GOD IN HEAVEN. WE ENJOYED OUR TIMES TOGETHER IN HAWAII BEFORE YOU LEFT US. MY WIFE AND I WILL REMEMBER OUR LAST DRINK TOGETHER. REST MY FRIEND.
Day of Departure
vietnam vet remembers
My exhusband and three other boys and Alan grew up on the same street in Pelham, Georgia. From what I heard, Betty was a "supermom", always doing the extra things that were needed to supervise these young boys. Because she was younger than the other moms, she was always the one these boys turned to with their problems and she was always the mom that made treats for their school events and costumes for their special occasions. My ex would tell me so many wonderful things about Betty and "Angus" and Alan's grandparents.
Alan and my ex went to junior college at Middle Georgia College in Cochran, Georgia. Alan was given, or earned, the name "Cyclops". It came from some of their drinking bouts but the reasons behind it are lost in my memory. Alan and my ex both graduated from Middle Georgia. After Middle Georgia, I think that Alan went to Georgia Tech for a very short period of time because my ex was also at Tech, but then his grades caused him to lose his student deferment and he enlisted rather than be drafted. Alan chose to go to Officer's Candidate School and he graduated from OCS.
My ex was stationed in Vietnam and we met in Hawaii for R&R and met Alan for dinner and drinks at a nightclu in Honolulu. Alan was stationed at Schofield Barracks at that time and realized that he would soon be sent to Vietnam. We were the last "Georgia folks" to see Alan alive before he was sent to Vietnam and killed. We were in Hawaii in March of 1968. Alan died in June of 1968.
Alan was a wonderful guy and always was a good entertainer. His maternal grandfather was dead when he died, but Alan's death devastated his father, mother and grandmother. When my ex returned from Vietnam, we went to see Alan's grandmother and mother and dad. Alan's parents were living at that time in Albany, Georgia. Alan's grandmother was such a lovely, Southern woman. She had one wall in her living room devoted to pictures of Alan and his sister. There were pricless black and white framed pictures of them from their birth through all of their youth and early adulthood. Alan was truly loved as a child and adult. He had great family support. Alan's dad was the kind of person who could not talk about grief but he was hard hit about his son's death. He just could never seem to justify it or understand why we were in Vietnam, but as a WWII veteran, support of his country came above everything and was equal to God and family. Alan's mom was better able to discuss her grief. She mentioned that Alan had really loved this young woman but that had not worked out and that he had been disappointed when she turned a proposal down from him. If Alan had lived, there were many woman who would have loved to have had the opportunity to be with him!
My ex and I divorced many many years ago. But I will always remember Alan and his wonderful family. His father died years ago, and I do not know where his mother is. I think I heard that his sister had a son that she named after her brother. Alan died too young with too much to give the world, like all of the others on the Wall and in other conflicts and wars. As I look at some of the pictures at this site of the youth whose names are represented on the wall, I think of all of the losses to our country and their families of these individuals. I wish Alan had had the opportunity to live a longer life. He served his country and his service is a credit to his community, family and friends and to his life.