THE WALL OF FACES

Dear SMS Donald Lint, Thank you for your service as a Weapons Maintenance Technician. Your 50th anniversary is 4 days, sad. I am glad you were identified in 1995, WELCOME HOME. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Today is Easter Saturday. The time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

Being a sister-in-law, I have missed Mike since day one and every day thereafter. I have enjoyed watching his son grow, who is the spitting image of his Dad, by the way. And his grandson. He was "Joe Hotdog" when it came to most everything, there was nothing he couldn't do. He was always happy and there to help anyone at anytime. It's been a heartache for him to just disappear off the face of the earth, but his legacy lives on...

Dear SMS Donald Michael Lint, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter

My wife found my MIA Bracelet today, I have had since High School 1988. I didn't know his remains where found.

Hope his family finds comfort in the fact that he was not forgotten. Rest in Peace....

We had bunks next to each other in the enlisted aircrew's hooch. Played double deck pinochle together, talked about the future, Mike was looking forward to getting out to continue his love of long haul trucking. He was going to get me into it, and swore I would be as hooked as he was. We never got to do that, and we never finished our pinocle game that fateful morning. The weather had the birds socked in , but it cleared long enough for the crew to be called to duty. He was my best friend, and fellow gunner, I will never forget, and the tears still come even now 43 years later.

I regret running from the pain all these years. But Mike was the one with the guts not me. I hope the child he expected in June 1970 is doing well, and I'm sorry for my memory but I think his child was to be a girl. He was very excited about the news, He would have been a great dad!