Remembering An American Hero
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
Brother: You Still are Above the BEST! I kept my promise by serving too: Aviation All the Way! Your family continues to carry you in our hearts. Never Ever Forgotten!
Last Mission of U.S. Army helicopter OH-6A tail number 66-17752
Aircraft was attached to 4th Infantry Division at Camp Enari, Kontum Province. CW-2 Archer was flying a C-model cover. LOH thought they saw a gun emplacement, went to go back and check out, made pedal turn, and .51 hit him. Pilot CW2 Robert M. Paulk last words were 'I'm going in.' Gunner WO1 Floyd L. Williams was also killed. CW2 Paulk was one of first four WOs in Unit. [Related by J. Frank Archer May 24, 1968 B Troop 717 Air Cav] (Taken from vhpa.org)
"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