President Lyndon B. Johnson presented Donlon with the Medal of Honor in the East Ballroom of the White House in Washington, D.C. on Dec. 5, 1964, for his actions near Nam Dong, the Republic of Vietnam, on July 6, 1964.
-WiscoDave
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Lo, there do I see my father.
ReplyDeleteLo, there do I see my mother,
and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning!
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them,
In the halls of Valhalla!
Where the brave may live forever!
Story of the night of the atttack
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So sorry that you served this country that's full of fucking scumbbag politicians and (((banksters))). Bless you, and may God grant you eternal peace for your fidelity and service for real Americans.
ReplyDeleteWe need many more folks like this in this countries troubling(to say the least)time.
ReplyDeleteI feel they are out there and will be ready when needed,they may not get medals but they will always be remembered.
Rest in peace colonel.
What being an Americian man is all about. I salute you Sir.
ReplyDeleteBury Me With Soldiers by Charles R. Fink - 199TH Light Infantry
ReplyDeleteI've played a lot of roles in life;
I've met a lot of men.
I've done some things I'd like to think
I wouldn't do again.
And though I'm young, I'm old enough
to know some day I'll die,
And to think about what lies beyond,
beside whom I would lie.
Perhaps it doesn't matter much;
still, if I had my choice,
I'd want a grave 'mongst soldiers when
at last death quells my voice.
I'm sick of the hypocrisy
of lectures of the wise.
I'll take the man, with all the flaws,
who goes, though scared, and dies.
The troops I knew were commonplace
they didn't want the war;
They fought because their fathers and
their fathers had before.
They cursed and killed and wept---
God knows
they're easy to deride--
But bury me with men like these;
they faced the guns and died.
It's funny when you think of it,
the way we got along.
We'd come from different worlds
to live in one no one belongs.
I didn't even like them all;
I'm sure they'd all agree.
yet I would give my life for them,
I hope; some did for me.
So bury me with soldiers, please,
though much maligned they be.
Yes, bury me with soldiers, for
I miss their company.
We'll not soon see their like again;
we've had our fill of war.
But bury me with men like them
'till someone else does more.
Wow. Goosebumps. Thanks for sharing. I had not read that poem before.
DeleteI had the honor and privilege of a short conversation with the Colonel a couple years ago. Sweetest guy on the face of the earth.
ReplyDeleteRest in peace thou valiant warrior!
RetRsvMike