THE WALL OF FACES

On this bittersweet day of memorializing the 9/11 tragedy in New York, my home, my mind wandered back in time, to all those fine young men who paid the ultimate sacrifice with their lives during the Vietnam War. I knew Warren, and I was with the platoon on that fateful day, when many men were killed or wounded in action. I knew Sam Ramos, who wrote a fond remembrance, Don Pender, John Davis, Leon Eckhart, Ellison, Arnett Brothers, Andy Pernice, and so many others who lived, or were wounded, or are still living today; my prayers include these men and others, for the sacrifice they all made on the battlefields of Vietnam.

Finally I found a way to write about Warren Muhr.
While talking with him at the barracks in Fort Louis he says to me ; while working at supply I saw the cap you turned in (we turned in our dress uniform before deployment to Viet Nam, my cap had my name on it, Sam) and saw how nice you kept it and sent it to my girl friend in Chicago. Then some time in early February while in Viet Nam he ask me as to where I was going on RnR and I told him I was going to Bangkok, Thailand and he told me he was going to Hawaii. I ask him why are you going to Hawaii? He told me he was meeting with his sister and girlfriend. I wander if his ex sweet heart still has that cap? Do you think humans will ever leave in peace? Psalms 46:8,9; Micah 4:3; Isaiah 11:9; John 5:28,29; Acts 24:15; I wish this can be of hope to those that read it.

Dear PFC Warren Francis Muhr, 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

I feel as if I know you, Warren, as I've read a lot about you through Carol's emails and memorials to you. She loves you so. She is with you now and her heart can finally heal. Rest in peace, dear Hero, and hold Carol tightly in your arms.

Warren and I met through a mutual friend at a time when we were both lonely and looking for comfort in our lives. We achieved this through letter writing and long distance phone conversation while he was station at Fort Lewis, WA in 1966. I lived in Pittsburgh and Warren was from Chicago. His letters were so sweet. He always called me his angel and said how happy my letters made him. We exchanged pictures and every picture he sent to me he was wearing sunglasses so I never really knew exactly what he looked like. Through our letter writing, we became very close and professed our love for each other. In one letter he wrote: 'Do you believe in love at first write?' When he came home on leave in August 1966, just before being deployed to Vietnam, I went to Chicago and we met face-to-face and spent a few precious days together. The memory of which I have always cherished. We continued to write and I was devastated when I learned that he had been killed in action in an ambush in Tay Ninh in February, 1967.

After much research, I was able to locate the cemetery in Chicago where he was laid to rest and I have visited his resting place twice so far this year (2009) and will continue to do so for as long as I am able.

I still have all of his letters and read them from time to time as he has always remained in my heart and my love for him will never die. He was my first love and soul mate and I look forward to the day when we will again be together.