THE WALL OF FACES

I served with Louis (Albert) at 1st Tanks in Danang before he was transferred to 11th Motors. My flack Jacket that I was issued in country was way too large for me, Alberts jacket was too small for him, we swapped out our flack jackets with each other and remained close friends till the end. I often think of him. A few months later I also was transferred to 11th Motor transport Battalion, "B" company.

It is poignant that you died so shortly after your 21st birthday. I am 72 now and have lived a long and fulfilling life. It is tragic you did to have that same opportunity.

I don’t remenber to much about him. He was a friendly and jolly person very likeable. He was a Huskie driver( marginal terrain vehicle) and pretty good at it.Semper Fi until we meet again. Cpl Joe Harris

49 years ago today I was a college sophomore when Buddy, my foster brother, known to the Marines as Lois B. Albert died when the Huskie he was driving hit a land mine on his return trip from the front line. He died, but it is my understanding that the wounded he was bringing back survived for which I have always been thankful for. Buddy is actually buried in the family plot in North Amity, south of Houlton, Maine. It will always seem like yesterday.

DEAR PFC ALBERT,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A MOTOR VEHICLE OPERATOR.
REST IN PEACE AND SEMPER FI.