THE WALL OF FACES

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

I was drafted with George on June 3, 1968 and was one of a few men sent to Ft. Leonard Wood, Mo. I remember George has someone who kept us smiling with his quick wit and sense of humor. Rest in peace, George.

My father, Bob Backes, was George's friend in basic. They were one few Jersey boys sent out to the Ozarks instead of Fort Dix. He always talked about George everytime he coached Wyckoff football at Carlough field.

Dear Cpl George Carlough,
Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. My late husband was born on your birthday, and unfortunately, the same day as my mom passed. Say hi to them in heaven, they are Michael and Rose. It is the last day of September, and time continues to quickly pass. 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.

Today I discovered this site....saw the photo of George Carlough, for whom Carlough Field was named and dedicated. My name is James (Jim) Carlough, born 15 months before George. My family moved to Los Angeles when I was 8 years old....my father mentioned Pompton Lakes, although I lived in Morristown as a boy. So I grew up across the country from George, but we obviously were related, besides being one year apart. I never knew him. I arrived in Vietnam on November 29, 1968---drafted in March. I continued to serve in the Army from March 1968 through January 2008, on active duty several times, but most often as a reservist. It is a very unusual moment for me to write about this young man who shared my last name, who served in Vietnam with me at the same time, but who never returned to live out his life. I have not dwelt on the past or Vietnam or Persian Gulf or Bosnia or Afghanistan or cold war Germany or Korea, but I have been and will remain very proud of my country and my opportunity to be of service. It was my privilege, both enlisted and as an officer. My father (Harold Carlough) could not have been more proud than to serve in WWII in the Army/Air Corps....that was absolutely unmistakable to me. I share these words of sadness and sympathy with George's family, whoever they are. It makes me appreciate the life that God allowed me to continue to experience. God let me know He was REAL in Vietnam. That moment changed my life. Death has no power over me. In His presence and through His strength we can know peace, both now and on our last day here.