THE WALL OF FACES

You will forever remain in our hearts and prayers

Uncle Duncan, I was only 6 years old when you lost your life for all Americans, but I have great memories of you as a child when you would come home from the war and would buy us fireworks for the holiday and swing me around in your arms. I remember the day daddy and mom, Daddy Duncan Sr. and Mama Ellen laid you to rest. I didn’t understand then but I understand now the greatest sacrifice that you gave for all Americans then and now. I am so proud of you and happy to say that my uncle died being a hero. I will always celebrate this day of your memory and the price you paid for all. I honor you and all of your fellow servicemen you served with. I only wish I could have gotten to know you and hear a few of your great stories. We love you!

Dear SP4 Duncan Taylor Jr, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter

Duncan is buried at Ravencamp Cemetery in Colfax, LA. PH

FOREVER REMEMBERED

"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."

Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.

We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:

Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.

From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers