THE WALL OF FACES

Thank you for your service to our country so long ago sir. The remembrance from fellow soldier Jeffrey Kern is touching. As long as you are remembered you will remain in our hearts forever..

Dear PFC Randell Burnsed,
Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. It is important for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

On May 7, 1968, C, Company, 1/28th, Infantry, U.S., Army, lost nine, men, in an engagement in the area, of Gin Dinh, (near Thu Duc), South Vietnam. It’s not, like it was yesterday, it hasn’t been, like it was yesterday, in many years. But I’ve never forgotten, that last day we were together, in Vietnam. I was then the squad leader of another squad in the platoon and after we all returned from an overnight ambush, we came in to a rest area, at a base. Before we could settle down, my squad was told, to “saddle up.” And then a change was made, your Randy"s squad was, told to “saddle up” and make a reconnaissance of the area. Before anyone could realize it, his squad was under attack and we were helpless to assist them. We were to far away, they were under assault and all we could do at first was listen on the radio. We tried to help and so did others, Many others. Before the day was over, others would be injured and we would lose our Company Commander. We were helpless to do anything, more than we did. We tried and as hard, as we tried, it was not enough and it was, too late. Eventually I, would leave Vietnam, along with another of our brothers in the platoon, injured different than you were. I was able to recover in a hospital thousands of miles away, to return home to be with my family. You returned to your family to be a memory. You and the others, were too young, too energetic and with too much future in front of you, to be a memory that soon. And for a long time, you were more, than a memory, not a day went by, I didn’t think, of you. May 7, 2008, I stopped, to see you. Not in person and not, where you’re buried, but at the Vietnam, Veteran’s Memorial, in Washington, D.C.. It was 40, years to the day and I've visited you multiple times before and since that 40th anniversary of your passing, almost daily for several years, though not for the past four years. The nine, of you are: * PFC., Terry W. Betts, Tuscola, MI., * PFC., Randell H. Burnsed, Midwest City, OK., * PFC., Charles J. Cook, West Covina, CA., * PFC., Steven F. Davis, Shreveport, LA., * PFC., Arthur Manos, Jacksonville, FL., * PFC., Pedro M. Ortiz, Stafford, TX., * PFC., Robert Richards, Birmingham, AL., * SP4, William Randolph, Nashville, TN., * SP4, William E. Sanzoverino, Bayville, NY., And I’m not ashamed to admit that today,I cried remembering you.

On May 7, 1968, C, Company, 1/28th, Infantry, U.S., Army, lost nine, men, in an engagement in the area, of Gin Dinh, (near Thu Duc), South Vietnam. It’s not, like it was yesterday, it hasn’t been, like it was yesterday, in many years. But I’ve never forgotten, that last day we were together, in Vietnam. I was then the squad leader of another squad in the platoon and after we all returned from an overnight ambush, we came in to a rest area, at a base. Before we could settle down, my squad was told, to “saddle up.” And then a change was made, your Randy"s squad was, told to “saddle up” and make a reconnaissance of the area. Before anyone could realize it, his squad was under attack and we were helpless to assist them. We were to far away, they were under assault and all we could do at first was listen on the radio. We tried to help and so did others, Many others. Before the day was over, others would be injured and we would lose our Company Commander. We were helpless to do anything, more than we did. We tried and as hard, as we tried, it was not enough and it was, too late. Eventually I, would leave Vietnam, along with another of our brothers in the platoon, injured different than you were. I was able to recover in a hospital thousands of miles away, to return home to be with my family. You returned to your family to be a memory. You and the others, were too young, too energetic and with too much future in front of you, to be a memory that soon. And for a long time, you were more, than a memory, not a day went by, I didn’t think, of you. May 7, 2008, I stopped, to see you. Not in person and not, where you’re buried, but at the Vietnam, Veteran’s Memorial, in Washington, D.C.. It was 40, years to the day and I've visited you multiple times before and since that 40th anniversary of your passing, almost daily for several years, though not for the past four years. The nine, of you are: * PFC., Terry W. Betts, Tuscola, MI., * PFC., Randell H. Burnsed, Midwest City, OK., * PFC., Charles J. Cook, West Covina, CA., * PFC., Steven F. Davis, Shreveport, LA., * PFC., Arthur Manos, Jacksonville, FL., * PFC., Pedro M. Ortiz, Stafford, TX., * PFC., Robert Richards, Birmingham, AL., * SP4, William Randolph, Nashville, TN., * SP4, William E. Sanzoverino, Bayville, NY., And I’m not ashamed to admit that today,I cried remembering you.

Dear PFC Randell Heathe Burnsed, 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