crashbandicoot
Gold Member
There,s a poem-"Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" by Randall Jarrell. if you like poetry and want to get the gist of what it was like to be one,read it.It,s not real pretty,but appropriate on Memorial Day.
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I,m 6'3" so me too!Belly and nose turret would have been too cramped for me.
A true hero. Thanks for keeping the memory of your friend out there.View attachment 2029561
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Please read the attached thread about my friend Chalky Fleek. This tells his story better than I can.
Medal of Honor recipient Sgt. Charles Fleek was awarded four other Army medals for heroism
Sgt. Charles Fleek, awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously after being killed in Vietnam, was awarded four other Army medals for heroism.www.cincinnati.com
Greater love hath no man..........
Words fail me.A fine and fitting memorial to your friend.May he rest in peace!View attachment 2029561
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Please read the attached thread about my friend Chalky Fleek. This tells his story better than I can.
Medal of Honor recipient Sgt. Charles Fleek was awarded four other Army medals for heroism
Sgt. Charles Fleek, awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously after being killed in Vietnam, was awarded four other Army medals for heroism.www.cincinnati.com
Greater love hath no man..........
Nice T.C.I finally found the courage
to walk up to The Wall
And when I found your name,
my tears began to fall.
In my mind I drifted
to another place and time
When our futures were determined
by the tossing of a dime.
In my mind I fight again
the battle where you died
And I feel again the anguish
and the pain I've tried to hide.
If the coin had landed differently
would the end have been the same?
Or would you be here instead of me,
crying as you touch my name?
A thousand times I've tossed the coin
and fought that battle in my head
But it always ends the same, my friend,
you walk among the dead.
But your memory is safe with me,
tucked away with guilt and pain,
And here in this hallowed place
my tear drops fall like rain.
I'm sure I'm not the only one
to ask the question "Why?"
Why did I come back alive?
And why did you have to die?
So I want to say "I'm sorry",
but the words are hard to find
To tell you you'll live forever,
in my heart and in my mind.
I'd trade you places if I could,
and I would have at that time,
But who would have thought our futures
rested on a dime?