HONORED ON PANEL 18W, LINE 60 OF THE WALL

SCOTT NEAL STANTON

WALL NAME

SCOTT N STANTON

PANEL / LINE

18W/60

DATE OF BIRTH

05/26/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BINH DINH

DATE OF CASUALTY

09/08/1969

HOME OF RECORD

SHERMAN OAKS

COUNTY OF RECORD

Los Angeles County

STATE

CA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SGT

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LEFT FOR SCOTT NEAL STANTON
POSTED ON 8.7.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Scott is buried at Los Angles Nat Cem. DFC AM-12OLC ARCOM PH
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POSTED ON 4.10.2010

Los Angeles County Vietnam Veterans Memorial Highway

A portion of Sepulveda Boulevard/State Highway Route 1 in El Segundo near Los Angeles International Airport has been dedicated to the residents of Los Angeles County who served in Vietnam. This section of highway is now designated the Los Angeles County Vietnam Veterans Memorial Highway. Adopted by the California State Legislature in 2000, the highway honors the more than 350,000 California veterans who served in the Vietnam War, including the 5,822 killed or missing in action. Los Angeles County has the largest number of Vietnam veterans in California and 1,857 of its residents were killed or missing in action during that war. This memorial corridor provides a fitting and proper way for the residents of Los Angeles County to express their gratitude and appreciation for the sacrifices these Vietnam veterans have made for their country.
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POSTED ON 11.17.2009
POSTED BY: Joe Shepherd, LTC, US Army, Ret.

Scott: One Hell of a Soldier

I was Scott's platoon leader in C Troop "Blues". He was one of the best soldiers I served with in over 20 years in the Army. He was always smiling, always ready, and a born leader. Thanks for the memories my friend.

 

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POSTED ON 12.9.2008
POSTED BY: George Misek

Inspiration

Scott, I never met you but I remember the day you died. Your mother was my 4th grade teacher and I can still remember her sadness on that day. I never forgot that moment and have kept you in my memory as I went on to a career in the Army as an infantry officer and served in several combat tours. I have seen your name inscribed on the Wall as well as in the halls of Ft. Benning. You will always be remembered.
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POSTED ON 3.26.2005
POSTED BY: Dan Townsend

Scotty

In a word Scotty was infectious. We laughed allot! He had a joy and a zest for life that most of us never have. His dates of service are incorrect on this memorial page. They only reflect his extended service.

I was a helicopter crew chief in Vietnam and Scotty was my door gunner on lucky 013 with A Troop 7/17th Air Cavalry, in the spring and summer of 1968.
In July of 1968 Scotty and I were infused to the Scout Platoon of C Troop 7/17th Air Cavalry where I served through June of 1969 and Scotty until September. Scotty was a great scout and a loyal friend.

"Only the good die young" always rings true when I think of Scotty. Scotty served as a UH-1H Door Gunner, an OH-6A Observer, and also spent a couple of months with C Troop Infantry Platoon. To this day Scott Stanton remains one of the most good hearted, fun loving people I have ever known. I have included a Bruce Carlson photo of Scotty with this posting and will point him to this page. Scotty and Bruce became a very close team after I left the unit.

Dan Townsend (Cotton)

Half way down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green.
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old time canteen.
And this eternal resting place,
Is known as Fiddlers' Green

Marching past straight through to Hell,
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by Engineers,
Artillery and Marines.
For none but shades of the Cavalrymen,
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail,
To seek a warmer scene.
No Trooper ever gets to Hell,
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so goes back to drink again,
With friends again at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down,
Beneath a saber keen.
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee,
You stop a bullet clean.
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head,
And go to Fiddlers' Green.
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