Army (Selective Service) CPL Infantryman.
3rd Platoon, Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 5th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division.
Killed in action, small arm fire, Binh Long Province, South Vietnam.
Bronze Star (Valor)
Purple Heart
Air Medal
Army Commendation Medal
Vietnam Wall Panel 28W, Line 092.
For more information: Coffelt Database of Vietnam Casualties.
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MEMORIAL DAY, 2018
Memorial Day is for remembering. Going back to the American Revolution, young men stepped up to preserve and protect their country. They weren't interested in the politics surrounding the war, only that it was their country and as such, needed to defend it.
My cousin Petey reported without giving it a second thought, as did myself and my brother Bill. Of course, we were scared and anxious, but now our job was to be an American soldier – doing our duty and hopefully returning to our loved ones unscathed. Unfortunately, it doesn't always turn out that way – some would have to suffer physically, some mentally, and sadly others would never return at all.
Petey spent the last moments of his life a world away while manning a machine gun in a fire fight in the jungles of Vietnam. On March 30th, 1969 his life ended at only 20 years old. He wasn't trying to be a hero, only serving his country when called upon to do so.
My brother Bill returned home from war being spared the physical wounds, however, mentally he would never be the same. He was classified as a Disabled American Veteran. He turned to the bottle to forget and years of this type of abuse had its effects on his body. Eventually he gave up drinking, but the damage was already done – this would cost him his life.
I came home in one piece and was spared most of the consequences of war that Petey and Billy couldn't avoid. As young men, the three of us would hang out together, just doing things all guys did – school, dating, bowling, shooting pool and going down the shore. Life is hard to figure out sometimes, why am I here and they are both gone? We were all pretty much the same. Anyway, enjoy your Memorial Day, and if you find an extra moment or two, think about Peter and Billy – I'm sure they would appreciate it.
Robert Jones
3rd Platoon, Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 5th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division.
Killed in action, small arm fire, Binh Long Province, South Vietnam.
Bronze Star (Valor)
Purple Heart
Air Medal
Army Commendation Medal
Vietnam Wall Panel 28W, Line 092.
For more information: Coffelt Database of Vietnam Casualties.
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MEMORIAL DAY, 2018
Memorial Day is for remembering. Going back to the American Revolution, young men stepped up to preserve and protect their country. They weren't interested in the politics surrounding the war, only that it was their country and as such, needed to defend it.
My cousin Petey reported without giving it a second thought, as did myself and my brother Bill. Of course, we were scared and anxious, but now our job was to be an American soldier – doing our duty and hopefully returning to our loved ones unscathed. Unfortunately, it doesn't always turn out that way – some would have to suffer physically, some mentally, and sadly others would never return at all.
Petey spent the last moments of his life a world away while manning a machine gun in a fire fight in the jungles of Vietnam. On March 30th, 1969 his life ended at only 20 years old. He wasn't trying to be a hero, only serving his country when called upon to do so.
My brother Bill returned home from war being spared the physical wounds, however, mentally he would never be the same. He was classified as a Disabled American Veteran. He turned to the bottle to forget and years of this type of abuse had its effects on his body. Eventually he gave up drinking, but the damage was already done – this would cost him his life.
I came home in one piece and was spared most of the consequences of war that Petey and Billy couldn't avoid. As young men, the three of us would hang out together, just doing things all guys did – school, dating, bowling, shooting pool and going down the shore. Life is hard to figure out sometimes, why am I here and they are both gone? We were all pretty much the same. Anyway, enjoy your Memorial Day, and if you find an extra moment or two, think about Peter and Billy – I'm sure they would appreciate it.
Robert Jones
Army (Selective Service) CPL Infantryman.
3rd Platoon, Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 5th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division.
Killed in action, small arm fire, Binh Long Province, South Vietnam.
Bronze Star (Valor)
Purple Heart
Air Medal
Army Commendation Medal
Vietnam Wall Panel 28W, Line 092.
For more information: Coffelt Database of Vietnam Casualties.
------------
MEMORIAL DAY, 2018
Memorial Day is for remembering. Going back to the American Revolution, young men stepped up to preserve and protect their country. They weren't interested in the politics surrounding the war, only that it was their country and as such, needed to defend it.
My cousin Petey reported without giving it a second thought, as did myself and my brother Bill. Of course, we were scared and anxious, but now our job was to be an American soldier – doing our duty and hopefully returning to our loved ones unscathed. Unfortunately, it doesn't always turn out that way – some would have to suffer physically, some mentally, and sadly others would never return at all.
Petey spent the last moments of his life a world away while manning a machine gun in a fire fight in the jungles of Vietnam. On March 30th, 1969 his life ended at only 20 years old. He wasn't trying to be a hero, only serving his country when called upon to do so.
My brother Bill returned home from war being spared the physical wounds, however, mentally he would never be the same. He was classified as a Disabled American Veteran. He turned to the bottle to forget and years of this type of abuse had its effects on his body. Eventually he gave up drinking, but the damage was already done – this would cost him his life.
I came home in one piece and was spared most of the consequences of war that Petey and Billy couldn't avoid. As young men, the three of us would hang out together, just doing things all guys did – school, dating, bowling, shooting pool and going down the shore. Life is hard to figure out sometimes, why am I here and they are both gone? We were all pretty much the same. Anyway, enjoy your Memorial Day, and if you find an extra moment or two, think about Peter and Billy – I'm sure they would appreciate it.
Robert Jones
3rd Platoon, Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 5th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division.
Killed in action, small arm fire, Binh Long Province, South Vietnam.
Bronze Star (Valor)
Purple Heart
Air Medal
Army Commendation Medal
Vietnam Wall Panel 28W, Line 092.
For more information: Coffelt Database of Vietnam Casualties.
------------
MEMORIAL DAY, 2018
Memorial Day is for remembering. Going back to the American Revolution, young men stepped up to preserve and protect their country. They weren't interested in the politics surrounding the war, only that it was their country and as such, needed to defend it.
My cousin Petey reported without giving it a second thought, as did myself and my brother Bill. Of course, we were scared and anxious, but now our job was to be an American soldier – doing our duty and hopefully returning to our loved ones unscathed. Unfortunately, it doesn't always turn out that way – some would have to suffer physically, some mentally, and sadly others would never return at all.
Petey spent the last moments of his life a world away while manning a machine gun in a fire fight in the jungles of Vietnam. On March 30th, 1969 his life ended at only 20 years old. He wasn't trying to be a hero, only serving his country when called upon to do so.
My brother Bill returned home from war being spared the physical wounds, however, mentally he would never be the same. He was classified as a Disabled American Veteran. He turned to the bottle to forget and years of this type of abuse had its effects on his body. Eventually he gave up drinking, but the damage was already done – this would cost him his life.
I came home in one piece and was spared most of the consequences of war that Petey and Billy couldn't avoid. As young men, the three of us would hang out together, just doing things all guys did – school, dating, bowling, shooting pool and going down the shore. Life is hard to figure out sometimes, why am I here and they are both gone? We were all pretty much the same. Anyway, enjoy your Memorial Day, and if you find an extra moment or two, think about Peter and Billy – I'm sure they would appreciate it.
Robert Jones
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