THE WALL OF FACES

Thank you for your service to our country so long ago sir. The remembrance from your sister Jeanne is touching and reflects her enduring love for you. As long as you are remembered you will always be with us….

Dear Sp4 Steven Slusher, Thank you for your service as a Medical NCO. Thank you for the lives you saved. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Winter will end soon, and Lent has begun. Time moves quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

Although 2 years older than me Steve always made me feel welcome. Winner of the English award in his 8th grade graduation, Steve was a prized student and a beloved friend. Loyal, supportive, my best friend.

Steve lived above us on the hill. He was almost two years older than my brother. Everyone knew him to be a very nice guy and so handsome too. I was an 8th grade girl attending St. Anthony 's School. My brother was going to Sentinel High School. It had been snowing like crazy that morning. Our driveway curved down to the garage. My brother and I were in a 1966 Turquiose Chevy with the wings on the back. Marty gunned the engine to get us up the driveway. He turned the wheel and then we began sliding sideways down the hill. The snow stopped us from hitting the house. Next thing we know a smiling and laughing Steve Slusher showed up with his jeep. He asked us if we needed a ride. Marty and I hopped in. We talked all the way to school. I have never forgotten him. I looked him up at the Vietnam Wall in Washington D. C. and I cried. On Memorial Day I am riding in that jeep and smiling back at him. I know that he is in heaven. God Bless You Steven! Sincerely, Noni Campbell

I first met Steve through a friend in Butte, MT. We were all still high school students. I remember him very well as a happy go lucky. We became instant friends after he learned I was born in Missoula. I was inducted in 1967 and left for Vietnam in May 1969. I returned to Vietnam in August 1970 and enroute from Ft. Lewis to the Oakland Army Terminal learned of Steve's death from another returning veteran, Bob Campbell of Missoula. I was tremenously saddened and in disbelief. I recall watching the unbelievable events of April 1975 in my home, immediately thought of Steve and started crying like a baby. I have since visited the memorial wall in D.C. and have rubbed his name which I will always keep. I think of him frequently and never fail to mention him in conversations I have.
“For those who have fought for it, freedom has a
flavor the protected will never know.”