THE WALL OF FACES

(Photo Credit: his brother James Fordham) Rest in peace with the warriors.

Ben is buried in Roselawn Cemetery, McAllen,TX. PH-GS

Although we never met personally, I want to thank you Benjamin Stephen Fordham, for your courageous and valiant service, faithful contribution, and most holy sacrifice, given to this great country of ours!

Your Spirit is alive--and strong, therefore, you shall never be forgotten, nor has your death been in vain!

Again, thank you Lieutenant Fordham, for a job well done!

REST IN ETERNAL PEACE MY MARINE FRIEND

At our High School in Monterrey Mexico, an Award is given in your name. At the time when I was in school, every year a student was given the award. Year after year without a thought. But, when I went to College was perplexed about the Vietnam War. First Enlisted, to learn the ropes, then an Officer to rightly lead Devil Dogs. When in Quantico, visited the Wall and gave your name to a friend who has your Award. When I graduated from OCS on April 11th 1986, right after went with my folks and now wife to the USMC Memorial. Can not think of a happier day to be a Mustang Marine, in my dress greens smiling ready to PT!

Dana, my wife, nephew is a USMC LT and is ready to for an upcoming feat packing up headed for the Middle East. Many innocent people have died in a sigh-leaving children at home to cry why. I am currently in Mexico in a business trip, in my suite case have my Stars and Stripes. A silent reminder of why our dress blues is the essence why. Please keep in eye out for Vintons Marines headed into their upcoming fight.

Was five years old when at Khe Sanh you died. Perhaps now you know why ? Someday I hope I can stand right at the spot and look for you in the serene blue sky. But !, like my DI said in PI, someday all Marines from the beginning of time will meet down the block in Heavens corner. Smoke and high and tights will rule Tunn Tavern. Will find you with Tennyson and put my hand on your shoulder, give a tight ambraso, laugh and forever smile under the eternal Marine lantern.

Hey Lt. How are you doing out there? 32 years ago today was your last one on this earth, and there has not been a day since when I haven't thought about you. April 14th in 1968 was Easter Sunday, and you and I (and the others in Kilo 3/26) were part of the attack on 881n at Khe Sanh. I'll always remember the sun coming up on the 15th and the terrible smells associated with the jungle and the battlefield. We lay in the dirt next to one another -- waiting for the choppers to lift us out of there -- and there were two large explosions outside the perimeter. We looked at one another and you said, "I hope those were random shells." You grabbed my hand as I ran for my helicopter, and less than 60 seconds later you were dead. I have lived with the memory ever since. In this past year I have been able to reach your brother and your college roommate -- Steve. Good people both, and they miss you as much as I do. It still hurts missing you and mourning for you....I guess I'll be hurting all my life. With respect and love. Dennis