TERRENCE D BECK
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HONORED ON PANEL 32E, LINE 29 OF THE WALL

TERRENCE DANIEL BECK

WALL NAME

TERRENCE D BECK

PANEL / LINE

32E/29

DATE OF BIRTH

07/13/1949

CASUALTY PROVINCE

THUA THIEN

DATE OF CASUALTY

12/20/1967

HOME OF RECORD

FT ATKINSON

COUNTY OF RECORD

Jefferson County

STATE

WI

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

LCPL

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR TERRENCE DANIEL BECK
POSTED ON 11.23.2015
POSTED BY: Olivia Stein

School Report

For a school project we had to find a name that is significant to you us, then when we go to see the wall in Washington D.C. we rub that persons name onto a peace of paper. The solder that I chose was Terrence. I chose Terrence because we have the same birthday. But doing more and more resurrect on him I found out what a extraordinary guy he was.
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POSTED ON 7.14.2015
POSTED BY: Jim Kutz

Lunch at the KK in madison

One day while at UW I went to lunch at the KK. Who should happen to be sitting at the bar but Terry. Having been in the band together we sat and chatted about old times while he sipped his beer and I ate my lunch.I had to get to class and as I got up to leave I wished him the best and told him I'd see him when he got back. He just looked at me and said " I won't be back. Canine patrol Marines have the highest casualty rates in Nam." I value those relatively few minutes we had together just before he deployed. A great young man who left us way to early!
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POSTED ON 3.17.2015
POSTED BY: John Wolfram

High school friend

Just before I entered boot camp, a group of us went
to the “Poplar Point,” a teenage bar just outside town. We
met up with Terry Beck, a friend on his way to Vietnam.
Terry quit school after his junior year to join the Marines. His
father, a local banker, had sent him to a military academy in
an attempt to discipline him. Big waste of time. Terry was
someone you couldn’t easily tame. He was mature for his age
and big. He was extremely well liked, especially by the girls.
We had one thing in common—we both loved to play drums.

A few of us were sitting at a table drinking, talking,
and minding our own business when someone from behind
me started to pour his drink over my head. (I assume he
didn’t approve of my long hair.) In reflex I jumped to my feet
and, with one solid punch to his nose, knocked him to the
floor. Before you could blink, the group at my table jumped
up and a free-for-all erupted. When it was over, several
chairs and tables lay busted, and we sent the young college
kid who’d poured his drink on my head, along with his
friends, headfirst out the tavern door onto the pavement.
Thankfully, the owner was a friend of ours and didn’t call the
police.

After our altercation at the bar, we were in for yet
another surprise. Terry somehow managed to smuggle off
his base several live grenades, parachute flares and a few
mortars. I had no idea until we were out in the country on a
joy ride, when Terry suddenly stopped his car and opened
the trunk.

“Hey, guys, watch this.” For the next few minutes we
had a prophetic view of Vietnam. The dark evening sky
suddenly lit up as the mortars and grenades exploded underneath
the canopy of bright flares, which left clouds of smoke
like ghosts suspended in the sky. Cows in a nearby field
bellowed, bucked and scattered in every direction. Terry, the
grenadelaunching cowboy, I thought. Surrounding farmhouse
lights blinked on. I hollered, “Hey, let’s get out of here
before the county police arrive!” We sped off toward town.

Rest in peace friend! - John Wolfram
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POSTED ON 5.30.2014
POSTED BY: Chuck Frandson

My Friend

Terry Beck was a bright-faced boy from a small Wisconsin town. We played in a band together. His talent as a drummer would likely have carried him to a life of considerable celebrity. He was that good. While his friends wrestled with the decision to enter the service, Terry marched to the from of the line. He enlisted in the Marines before his 18th birthday. His bravery deserves more praise and honor than my humble words can conjure. I miss my friend. And I count every good fortune in my life as a gift made possible by his brave sacrifice.
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POSTED ON 12.20.2013
POSTED BY: A Marine, USMC, Vietnam

Semper Fi

Semper Fi, Marine.
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