THE WALL OF FACES

Hi dad I was just putting my boys to bed thinking about you and thought I would leave a message here for you. We miss you!
God bless and watch over you and mom.

Love Kerry

Charles has a military stone in his honor at Arlington National Cemetery. SS PH

MAJOR

CHARLES EDWARD ROGERS

1st AIR COMMANDO SQUADRON

14th AIR COMMAND WING

7th AIR FORCE

( MISSING IN ACTION )

Synopsis:

The President of the United States takes pride in presenting the Silver Star Medal (Posthumously) to Charles Edward Rogers (28965), Major, U.S. Air Force, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action against a hostile force during an air mission in the Republic of Vietnam. Major Rogers distinguished himself by intrepid actions while serving with 1st Air Commando Squadron, 14th Air Command Wing, 7th Air Force. His unquestionable valor in close combat is in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflects great credit upon himself, the 7th Air Force, and the United States Air Force.





YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

NOR SHALL YOU EVER BE

FOREVER REMEMBERED

"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."

Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.

We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:

Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.

From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers

If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keeplong vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear,unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.