HONORED ON PANEL 5E, LINE 32 OF THE WALL
BOBBY JOE BRASWELL
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BOBBY J BRASWELL
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5E/32
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LEFT FOR BOBBY JOE BRASWELL
POSTED ON 5.27.2024
POSTED BY: Keri Neuling
Remembering you again this Memorial Day
Leaving a remembrance for my dad Jerry Seay. We were just talking about you this past week. He still talks about you & remembers the last time he saw you before you left for your final tour. He still misses you so much. Thank you for your sacrifice. You are loved. Keri Seay Neuling
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POSTED ON 11.18.2023
POSTED BY: [email protected]
Final Mission of PFC Bobby J. Braswell
The 1st Battalion, 5th Infantry “Bobcats” were sent to Vietnam in January 1966, assigned to the 2nd Brigade, 25th Infantry Division. The 1/5 Infantry was a mechanized unit utilizing M113 armored personnel carriers and Patton M48A3 tanks. During its first three months in country, the 2nd Brigade, 25th Infantry Division with the attached 1/5 Infantry was engaged in continuous ground combat against the Viet Cong (VC) to secure a base of operations for itself near Tan An Hoi in the Cu Chi District of Hau Nghia Provence, RVN. On the early morning of February 14, 1966, A Company, 1/5 Infantry prepared to depart its base camp and move across the Ben Muong waterway on a dismounted Reconnaissance in Force of the area beyond the stream. A densely jungled rubber plantation honey-combed with Viet Cong tunnels and overrun by snipers, it was known to American GIs as "Hell's Half Acre." The Bobcats crossed their line of departure at 6:30 AM. Three hours later, they were making slow but steady progress on the sweep, destroying thatch-roofed huts and tunnels and confiscating rice caches. By 11:00 AM, they had sustained ten wounded. Shortly after, two Chicom Claymores anti-personnel mines were command detonated by the VC, killing eight and wounding three. The lost personnel included (from A-1/5 Inf) CPT William A. Hoos Jr., SSG Gene C. Milligan, SP4 Walter N. Ammons, and PFC Ira C. Boggs Jr.; (from C Btry, 1st Bn, 8th Arty Rgt) Forward Observers SGT John W. O. Groover and PFC Bobby J. Braswell; and (from 25th Admin Co, 25th Inf Div) journalist PFC Terry J. Reed; also killed was Canagarathan “Charles” Chellappah, a photojournalist with the Associated Press. His final roll of film captured dramatic photographs of wounded soldiers being treated after the first Claymore explosion. He died in the subsequent blast. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org, virtualwall.org, and wikipedia.org; Image: Photo of injured Americans taken by Charles Chellappah moments before his death.]
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POSTED ON 5.28.2023
POSTED BY: Keri Neuling
Squeaky-stopping by to remember you
Posted on behalf of Jerry & Becky Seay. Memorial Day is tomorrow, so just stopping by to say that we still remember, we still love you & we still miss you. Thank you for your service & thank you for your sacrifice. May your memory be for a blessing. Gone too soon, but never forgotten.
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POSTED ON 1.12.2022
POSTED BY: Jury Washington
Thank You For Your Valiant Service Soldier.
May those who served never be forgotten. Rest in peace PFC. Braswell, I salute your brave soul. My heart goes out to you and your family.
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POSTED ON 3.16.2021
POSTED BY: John Fabris
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
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