VICTOR JAMES FORD
VICTOR J FORD
7E/8
REMEMBRANCES
The Philadelphia Inquirer - May 3, 1966
4 PENNA. FIGHTING MEN LOSE LIVES IN VIETNAM
Four Pennsylvanians-including one earlier had written from Europe that 'I feel I've cheated my country and friends because I'm not in Vietnam'-were killed there last week.
They were:
Marine Lance Cpl. Victor J. Ford, 23, of 1101 Roosevelt dr., Upper Darby township.
Army Sp.4C Harold B. Marshall, Jr., 22, of 1732 Lindenwood st., Philadelphia.
Army Pfc. William Wilknowsky, Jr., formerly of 7117 Torresdale ave., Philadelphia.
Army Sp. 4C Anthony Gennocro, Route 2, Plan Road Hollow, Emporium, Cameron county.
It was Ford who had written he felt he'd 'cheated' his country.
ELITE FORCE MEMBER
A graduate of Upper Darby High School, he worked for two years then enlisted in the Marine Corps. After specialized training, he became a member of an elite reconnaissance force.
He earlier had been stationed in Europe and went to Vietnam in September.
He is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Victor P. Ford, and two sisters, Debra and Mrs. Diane Worthington, wife of a Mississippi minister.
Semper Fidelis, Marine!
My Church Buddy
We Remember
Never Forgotten
"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