THE WALL OF FACES

Although we never met personally, I want to thank you Jonathan Nathaniel Spicer, for your courageous and valiant service, faithful contribution, and your most holy sacrifice given to this great country of ours!

Your Spirit is alive--and strong, therefore Marine, you shall never be forgotten, nor has your death been in vain!

Again, thank you PFC J.N. Spicer, for a job well done!

REST IN ETERNAL PEACE MY MARINE FRIEND

Gentle Hero Dies From War Wounds

MIAMI, Fla. (AP) - Pvt. Jonathan Nataniel Spicer, who hated war but became a battlefield hero while helping his beleaguered Marine buddies at Khe Sanh, has died in a Japanese hospital, his father said Thursday. He was 19.
William Spicer said two Marines interrupted his world affairs class at Shenandoah Junior High School and informed him of his son's death in a U.S. hospital in Japan.
"They said he died Wednesday," Spicer told The Associated Press in a telephone interview.

RECEIVES WIRE

Spicer said shortly after Wednesday midnight, the family received a telegram saying Jonathen had been transferred from Viet Nam to a hospital in Japan and was in poor condition.
"Then this morning I had just started my class when the two Marines arrived," he said. "They accompanied me as we went to where my wife works and we told her together."
Jonathan, one of four sons, last saw his family on Christmas leave. He was wounded by shrapnel last month while helping load wounded Leathernecks onto a medical evacuation helicopter under enemy fire.

CLINICALLY DEAD

Declared clinically dead, Spicer was rushed to a field hospital and later transferred to Japan. Doctors performed open heart surgery at the battlefield aid station, in an underground bunker.
Jonathan's Marine buddies, who derided his soft spoken manner and refusal to kill, viewed him as a hero after he was wounded.
Because of his objection to killing he had been assigned to the medical corps and repeatedly faced enemy fire to reach wounded comrades.
"What no one realized was that he was throughly unselfish and wouldn't hesitate to put himself in danger," said Lt. Edward Feldman, a medical officer from Forest Hills, N.Y.
Jonathan's refusal to swear and his practice of reading the Bible daily made him the butt of his fellow Marine's jokes.
Jonathan's father said he received his son's last letter two months ago, shortly after he arrived at Vietnam.

CONTAINS WILL

"It contained his last will and testament," said the elder Spicer. "He wanted $1000 of his $10,000 worth of Army insurance to go to the church-in keeping with our practice of tithing. Another $200 is to used to buy his youngest brother a horse and he said the rest is to be used by the family," Spicer said.
Jonathan had two other brothers, Bill, 21, and a 17-year-old Timmy, a Marine recruit undergoing training in California.

Photo and article appeared in the Daily Intelligencer Journal, Lancaster, PA on March 15, 1968.

Semper Fidelis, Marine!

Marine Who Wouldn't Kill Now a Hero

KHE SANH, Vietnam (AP)- Fate plays strange tricks on Jonathan N. Spicer. He became a Marine yet he hated war and refused to kill. He received the jeers of fellow Marines, then became a hero. He was counted clinically dead, yet he lives today.
He was clinically dead, field doctors said, but when he was hit while helping wounded Leathernecks he was just 100 yards from Khe Sanh's main aid station. There, doctors fought to save his life with open heart surgery in a badly lighted, underground bunker.
"What no one realized was that he was thoroughly unselfish and wouldn't hesitate to put himself in danger," said Lt. Edward Feldman, a medical officer from Forest Hills, N.Y.

ACTED ON HIS OWN

Spicer got hit in a situation he didn't have to be in. Men were having trouble loading wounded onto a medical evacuation helicopter because of enemy shelling.
Spicer saw it but an officer called to him from a bunker: "Get the hell back in here." Nevertheless, the young private turned and ran to the helicopter. He arrived just as a shell burst among the wounded men and the litter bearers. Spicer was hit in the heart, face and legs.
In the medical bunker, Lt. John Magilligan of Brooklyn, N.Y., his fatigues, flak jacket and helmet already stained with the blood of other casualties, began to work on Spicer.
"He died real fast," said Magilligan. "His heart stopped. So did his breathing."

STARTED SURGERY

Nevertheless he cut open Spicer's chest.
Dr. Joseph W. Wolfe of Rutledge, Tenn., forced a plastic tube down the throat and began pumping oxygen into Spicer's lungs.
Magilligan has helped in a similar operation at a rear area hospital in November. He suspected that the piece of shrapnel had penetrated Spicer's heart, which then pumped blood into its surrounding membrane sac until so much pressure built up outside the heart it stopped the organ.
Magilligan opened the membrane, called the pericardium, and let it drain, dropping pressure on the heart.
As he began giving massive transfusions of new blood, Dr. James O. Finnegan of Philadelphia, Pa., moved to the stretcher which served as an operating table, reached into the opening of Spicer's chest and began massaging the heart.
The heart began to beat again.
Finnegan next put his finger into the small hole in Spicer's heart, stopping the blood flow. Then the doctor took two stitches in the heart wall, withdrew the finger and drew the stitches tight.
He added a third stitch and the wound in the heart was closed.
"The heartbeat was strong, breathing was normal, blood pressure was 92. It was remarkable, that's all, remarkable," Finnegan said.
Spicer's youth and good physical condition worked in his favor.
In all, 15 minutes had passed from shellburst to final stitch. Spicer was evacuated within minutes by a Marine helicopter to a rear area hospital. A medical corpsman went along, ready to massage the heart if it stopped. It did not.
A Khe Sanh medical station is not supposed to handle major surgery. Doctors and medics are supposed only to stabilize the wounded until they can be evacuated to the rear for elaborate operations.
Although Magilligan, Finnegan and Wolfe are doctors, none has completed his residency.
"In the United States, we wouldn't even have been allowed near the operating table except to lift the man on and off," Finnigan said.
"In America, the operation would have been done by a senior surgeon assisted by 10 or 12 others," Magilligan said.
The three doctors were helped by three medical corpsman, Edward Stanfield, Wauchula, Fla., David Rusher, Wilmington, Del., and Preston Allen, Grants, N.M.
Finnegan recommended Spicer for the Silver Star for bravery and gallantry. Khe Sanh's commander, Col. David E. Lownds, mentioned the Navy Cross.
Pvt. Spicer, 19, of Miami, Fla., son of a former Methodist minister who resigned because of ill health, once was an outcast at this base manned by tough Marines in South Vietnam's northwest corner.
Because of his feelings about war and killing he was assigned to the team of medical corpsmen. In that job he became a hero. Repeatedly he shielded fallen men with his own body when enemy fire came in.
His father, William Spicer, now a junior high school substitute teacher, said in Miami that Jonathan was " a gentle boy who even now reads his Bible every day." he said the boy joined the Marines "only because he thought he could get into the K-9 (canine) division, but it didn't work out that way... Jonathan's great love was horses and dogs."

Photo and article appeared in the Daily Intelligencer Journal, Lancaster, PA on March 12, 1968.

Semper Fidelis, Marine!

You were born to fight for your country and mine,
You defended us, with your own life, oh! What a brave soul!
On March 14 when you were still a teen, you died,
But you were brave,I am not, so thank you, thanks a lot.

Even though I did not know you,
I am sure you were pretty awesome,
You know, if I were you,
I would not fight, not even to save other lives.

All I can say today is thanks, and I know that is not enough,
But I promise that from now on, I will remember who brave you were,
And give you thanks until I feel my job is near to what you gave to my country and yours,
Until then, all I can say is Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!