THE WALL OF FACES

Semper Fi, Marine.

Daryl is buried at Star of Hope Cem, Hunington Co, IN. His military stone says CO L, 26 MAR, 9 MAB

I remember the fond memories of our time on the farm and the hard work that we did. You entered the Marines from High School and I was very proud of you. When you graduated from boot camp, I had tried to make arrangements to be at Camp Pendleton on your day of graduation, but I did not have enough money to get there. On that fateful day that we learned of your death, I shed more tears (and still do to this day) that I can remember. I wondered if I would ever see you again. God answered my prayer a few years later when I was going through some of your personal affects. Among them was the Gideon New Testament Bible. In it you had publicly written down the date that you had accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior. I believe that it was February of 1969. So we will be together again! Just when, I cannot say...only God knows. My two boys were given middle names in honor of you. Both of them are "LEE." I also made sure that my 2nd born son had the same initials as you, again in honor and memory of my special brother.
Love, Galen

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

Daryl, Although we never met, I just want you to know you are not forgotten. You gave the ultimate sacrifice, your life for what you believed in. Sleep well and thank you.