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POSTED ON 2.10.2003
POSTED BY: Candace Lokey

Not Forgotten

I have not forgotten you. I chair the Adoption Committee for The National League of Families of Prisoners of War and Missing in Action in Southeast Asia. We will always remember the 1,889 Americans still unaccounted for in Southeast Asia and the thousands of others that lost their lives. We will not stop our efforts until all of you are home where you belong.

We need to reach the next generation so that they will carry on when our generation is no longer able. To do so, we are attempting to locate photographs of all the missing. If you are reading this remembrance and have a photo and/or memory of this missing American that you would like to share for our project, please contact me at:

Candace Lokey
PO Box 206
Freeport, PA 16229
[email protected]

If you are not familiar with our organization, please visit our web site at :

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POSTED ON 9.2.2002
POSTED BY: R.E. Wood, MSgt. USAF/ret. Vietnam Vet 69-70

Vietnam Veteran

Rest in Peace Major; you fought well for your country; you are not forgotton; nor shall you ever be.
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POSTED ON 1.21.2002
POSTED BY: Donald Bell

Memoriam Comments, From an Old Roomie at Korat RTAB '71

One day in mid 1971, at Korat RTAB, Thailand, Pat just appeared off a C-130 bound for Ubon RTAB. Like opposing magnets, we somehow found each other as if by fate. My most recent roommate was now back in the "Real world", so I offered Pat a place to crash for the night. A few weeks later, I learned Pat was actually assigned to Ubon RTAB for his second tour, but he decided he had rather just stay on at Korat RTAB with me. I learned a little about him during the one month or so he managed to drag his heels, while he was on Leave (which became almost AWOL depending on how the orders were read, and who did the reading).

He was sad inside. The first tour had apparently left its scars back home, and this tour separated him from his best friend, a Golden Retriever named "Reb" I think. Guys had to volunteer for a second tour. And because he showed up at least a full month early in theatre, ...well guys who did that were most likely running from something back home.

Pat Bogard played a mournful guitar, and put experiences to song words with an unstrained and natural countenance. I think he must have come from someplace in the Delta like me, because of the Cross Roads Blues style he lived and played. The result was an insight into his very soul, and in spite of the mental barriers I think we all raised against getting too close to anyone, I could not help but lower then for Pat. He was simply one of those special people all too rare in this world. Guess I have to admit I felt his pathos, and became too close to him for my own comfort.

Pat told about how the bartender at the Holloman AFB, NM, Stag Bar stopped allowing "Reb" to attend Happy Hour, refusing to serve his best friend a draft brew, "Because he is not a member of the Officer's Club, Sir". The next Friday afternoon, Pat bought a membership for "Reb", and placed his new card on Reb's collar. Reb was served after that until the O'Club Council met a month later to address a loophole in their charter/rules. By then, Pat was on his way to Southeast Asia for a second tour. That was the way he was handling his next assignment too, with humor and intelligence. I worried that he might be sent to Fort Leavenworth prison for having been AWOL, as rumors began to crawl out of Base Headquarters. But, Pat was not at all concerned..."It would all just work itself work just fine"...he would say, with that goofy smile and continue to ask to be scheduled to fly.

Few would have much to do with him over concern for their own security clearances and careers...he was a bit of a pariah, and an awkward dilemma for those in Command positions. Already a hero, by having passed more "gut checks" than those who questioned his not immediately reporting for duty at Ubon, no one wanted to force an issue or play hard-*ss. After all, Pat was not refusing to fly combat missions, on the contrary he was volunteering daily. He just wanted to stay at Korat and begin flying right away. This would cement his plans to stick right where he was. Maybe he felt an early start to his tour would get him home again quicker. He would not say. I instinctively did not go there.

There was another problem, a large yellow dog, named Roscoe, began to sleep at our hooch front door. Roscoe was a legend on base. Carl Richter, an F-105 pilot, brought Roscoe at ten weeks, with him in the F-105 cockpit from Takhali RTAB. According to legend, Roscoe would dutifully await Richter's return from each mission, and somehow knew which aircraft revetment on the ramp would enable him to greet his master. Carl had married a Vietnamese lady named Dolly, and served three combat tours before dying near or on his last mission of his third combat tour. After that, Roscoe owned Korat RTAB, with his own special chair in the Wing Commander's Main Briefing room, Officer's Club dining facility, etc. The initial approach fix (IAF) for an instrument approach into Korat was named after Roscoe. However, legend held that if Roscoe took up with you and slept at your door, it was a very bad omen, since several had perished. This new development caused considerable unrest for me during Pat and my final week as roommates.

One day, I returned to discover Pat had moved along to Ubon. He left only a receipt for a painting, written mostly in Thai, on my small desk in the hooch. It had a note scrawled across it, "Gone to Ubon....no choice, thanks for everything, Pat". Several months later Jeff Cliver and me sat at the Ubon O'Club bar all night, wearing our "S**t Hot" hats, purposely buying the bar all night. From that impromptu party, I learned that Pat had become a "Night Owl" FAC (because he was as I expected; a "s**t hot fighter pilot with b*lls" and only those types became Fast FACs), and he simply never returned from a mission. We bought Ubon RTAB officer's drinks until 04:00 the next morning, and my secret Wake for Pat has never really ever ended...and never will. I searched for his wreckage for many months flying as a Tiger FAC (F-4E) out of Korat, but there were too many scraps of our sircraft strewn about Laos and Vietnam, making identifying one as his impossible. Curious, I found the Thai "Krup" using the receipt on which Pat had scratched his quick departure note. The Thai artist recognized me immediately, and with a proud smile reappeared with an oil painting of me sitting in flight gear made from an Intel photo. I cried in private and could not look at it for years.

Pat was one of us who gave far too much in service to his Country. Far more than the many feather merchants in politics and Congress, that sent us over there, can even comprehand. Pat alone was worth more than the lot of them. Always will be so far as I'm concerned.

An old friend,


* Edited by VVMF

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POSTED ON 11.16.2001
POSTED BY: Susie Burdette

Son, brother, husband, and friend. We have not forgotten you.

Pat's second tour of duty began June 30, 1971, and his date of casualty is May 12, 1972. This is the day after his 30th birthday and 6 weeks from completing his tour.
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POSTED ON 10.28.2001
POSTED BY: Heidi Landick

I will never forget his sacrifice

I wore Lonnie's MIA bracelet for years while I was in high school in the 70's. I often wondered about him, what he was like and if he had a family, how long he was in country, if he had ever been found, etc. The bracelet finally broke but I still kept it. Even after 30 years I remember him, and I was going to look him up on the Wall in DC but never made it there. I'm so glad I was told of this site, it has answered a few of my questions anyway! I am so sorry that he has remained missing, and that it seems he was lost on the first day of his tour...and the day after he turned 30! My heart goes out to his wife and family...never give up hope! And know that there are others who never knew him but have kept him in our hearts and prayers all these years and will continue to do so. I will always remember him and all those brave men and women who sacrificed their lives for a cause that wasn't always popular or understood but came when their country called them.I will continue to visit this site and I hope that I can find out more about him in the future. Suznose, I hope to hear from you someday with good news!
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