THE WALL OF FACES

Although 32 years have passed since we lost Bill, the missing him is still ever present. I still miss his laugh and the crooked grin he would give when he was up to his mischief. I miss the quick way he would come to the defense of his little sister when he thought she was being done wrong. I miss the way he could make the toughest problem seem lighter. Bill had some tough times in his life but managed to keep his sense of humor and his respect for all people, especially our parents. I seem to treasure my memories of him as I get older and wish he had been here to see my children and for them to know what a wonderful person he was. He will always be a precious memory. A hero both in service to his country and to his family.
Bill I love you.

Bill has been in my thoughts daily over the last 32 years. I served with him, laughed with him and respected him. He is never forgotten and never will be. I wish his son could have known him. Rest in peace, Bill.

I have often thought of him over the years. He was a good friend and roommate when we
were going through Infantry Officer Candidate School together in Sept. 1966-March 1967
(5th Platoon, 52nd Co. (OC), Ft Benning, GA). His attitude and sense of humor helped
me to make it through also. Bill was a good man who walked tall at a time when it mattered!
He remains forever young in my mind and heart.
Mike Murray
Manlius, New York

CAPTAIN


WILLIAM LEROY PHILLIPS


served as


COMMANDING OFFICER


of


COMPANY " A "

1st BATTALION

503rd INFANTRY REGIMENT

173rd AIRBORNE BRIGADE


" THE ROCK "


and was a posthumous recipient of the


SILVER STAR


BRONZE STAR MEDAL with ' V ' for VALOR device


PURPLE HEART


and was entitled to wear the


COMBAT INFANTRYMAN BADGE





YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

NOR SHALL YOU EVER BE

William LeRoy Phillips, my brother, died a soldier in Viet Nam. I remember him not only as a soldier but as my big brother. Short in stature, he stood tall when called upon to defend not only his country but anyone who he felt was being belittled or abused. To me he will always be Bill, not the soldier, but the brother that we could count on to be there to listen when we needed to talk and always with a laugh to lighten any situation. Although many years have passed since he was taken, I still miss his quick grin, the laugh that showed in his eyes. I know my brother died with honor serving his country and I am proud of him for that but I was always proud of the way he stood up for what he believed no matter the cost.
Bill, I love you.