THE WALL OF FACES

Say not in grief he is no more, but live in thankfulness that he was.

Dear Sp4 George Montgomery, Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Today is Veterans’ Day. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

As I sit here with George’s mother, and hearing stories about him., I have to say by all of what I hear and read, he was a wonderful man and soldier. My dad brought his body home when he was killed in Vietnam. I wish I could have met him.

I will always his smile and his love for his fellow man. he was in collage and a lot of his friends were getting drafted .he came home and told his parents my aunt and uncle that it wasn't fair that just because the could afford to send him to collage that he was excempt from the draft so he told them he had signed up and volunteered his parents didn't like it but they knew it was who he was and something he had to do.he was older them me his little cousin but always took the time to listen to me.it was a long time before I would let myself believe he was gone but when I diid I didn't stop it was free flowing down my face zs I held one palm to his name on the traveling wall it was nonstop for a half hour and just now when I seen this picture of him it made me smile and cry at the same time.to all who knew him thank you for being there when I couldn't and I will miss him forever

Monty was 3 weeks older than I, so he and I were the "old men" in our platoon. He came as a replacement, having volunteered for the draft, and volunteered for Vietnam. We quickly formed a strong bond, in spite of the unwritten rule that grunts did not ever form close friendships.with other grunts. There was not a mean bone in his body, but he always did his duty, and then went well beyond that. When I was med-evaced for a knee injury, he took over my role as RTO. I was released from the hospital after one week, and returned to my unit's area at base camp (Camp Enari, HQ of 4th Inf Div.) There, I found a clerk squatting outside the back door of the Orderly Room, scrubbing some gear to remove blood stains. I asked whose gear it was. When I was told it was Monty's gear, I felt gut-punched. Only the good die young. I still miss him. RIP, my friend.