THE WALL OF FACES

I have heard stories about you and how heartbroken my dad Darroll Yearwood was when you were killed. I would if lived to have met you. Little did you know two years later you would be seeing my Dad again in heaven. I know you are having a wonderful time laughing with him once again.

Thank you for your service and your sacrifice. Thank you for stepping up and answering your country's call. Rest easy knowing you will never be forgotten.

We grew up on farms just 3 miles apart. Rode school bus together for 10 years. Later we both worked at the Co-op Service Station. Loved Billy Bob. His funeral was the very sad for me. His parents were great people also.

Under the cover of darkness on January 10, 1968, North Vietnamese Army forces crept into Kotum Airfield in the Central Highlands in Kotum Province, RVN, and destroyed several aircraft, killed six Americans, and wounded 21 others. Between 2:04 to 2:35 AM, the enemy breached the perimeter and conducted a raid on the airfield with B-40 rockets, small arms fire, and satchel charges. The lost Americans included SP4 Loyde D. Armor, SP4 Thomas Carpenter Jr., PFC Richard D. Devine Jr., PFC Andres A. Gomez, PFC Robert W. Muncy, and SP4 Robert Pfeister. Seven UH-1H helicopters were destroyed, eight others damaged, and eight trucks damaged. At least five NVA were killed during the attack, some reportedly by explosions from their own satchel charges. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org, redwarriors.us, and Pacific Stars & Stripes, January 11, 1968]

Bob and I were at Ft Rucker and Ft Hood together. We got to be good friends. At Hood we spent a lot of time at Belton Lake when off duty. He had a 1959 Ford he let me borrow many times. I went TDY to Broken Bow Oklahoma in April of 1967 to work on Hueys doing night flying testing of early night vision development in the Quachita Mountain range and lost track of him. I married a girl from Broken Bow and later on while down there on vacation I decided to look him up. Drove to Hydro and stopped at a pay phone and looked up Muncy in a phone book. By pure luck the first number I called was answered by his Mother. It was only then I found out about his death.
That was a really sad day. HIs Mom invited me to come see her but I declined after hearing the news. I still regret that. He was my best friend in the Army and I sure wanted to see him again. RIP my friend, I wish I could have served in Nam with you. If he had of lived we might still be keeping in touch 50 years later.