THE WALL OF FACES

When I drive by your home place, in Walnut Grove, I think of you and remember your beautiful Bass Voice. We went to church with you in Walnut Grove. You were a Senior and I was a Freshman. You were kind and beautiful. You were suppose to sing professionally when you returned. Your voice was a deep, smooth bass, that could melt anyones heart. I'm sorry the world never got the chance to know you and your talent. Thank you for your service. You are gone, but never forgotten.

Dear Sir,

I never knew you, as you were KIA 2 years before I was born. You were not only a household name in the little town both you and I grew up in, you were a legend, a folk-hero type. You were not just a gospel singer, a hometown boy, or merely a soldier, you were, and are a hero. You fought, defended, and died for a country that I love. I, for one, am thankful for your selfless sacrifice for me. Every visit to the cemetary receives a salute from me and a prayer for your family. Thank you again for your gift you shared with unknowing millions.

Sincerely in your debt,

Just an average American

FOREVER REMEMBERED

"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

I am a High School Junior at Gridley IL. I was asked to post a thank you for you. However, I don't think of it as an assignment. It is because of the work of my History teacher, Mr. Sax, that the students at my High School have realized the meaning of devotion and service to America. You showed the most amazing sacrifice. Your life was given. And I thank you. Please, to the family of Chauncy, he has my respect, and also my admiration. From all the students at Gridley,
It's an Honor, God bless
This simple message is part of the Gridley High School posting project.