Sgt Jack Earl “Jay” Gell

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Sgt Jack Earl “Jay” Gell Veteran

Birth
Syracuse, Onondaga County, New York, USA
Death
14 Nov 1965 (aged 24)
Pleiku, Gia Lai, Vietnam
Burial
Fort Moore, Muscogee County, Georgia, USA GPS-Latitude: 32.3807917, Longitude: -84.9515
Plot
Section G-2 Site 258
Memorial ID
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Sgt. Jack Gell, (Jay), was born in Syracuse, NY. He joined the United States Army in Albany, NY. He was a professional soldier. He was a loving husband and devoted father to his wife Rebecca, his daughters Bonnie and Carol, and his son, Jay. He served a 13 month tour of duty in Korea, 1960-'61 in the 1st Cavalry Division. He is mentioned a number of times in the book, 'We Were Soldiers Once -- And Young'. He gave his life for his country on Nov 14, 1965 in the Ia Drang Battle of Vietnam. According to his Captain and his dear friend, Tony Nadal, his dying words were ... "Tell my wife I love her..."
Sgt. Jack Gell, (Jay), was born in Syracuse, NY. He joined the United States Army in Albany, NY. He was a professional soldier. He was a loving husband and devoted father to his wife Rebecca, his daughters Bonnie and Carol, and his son, Jay. He served a 13 month tour of duty in Korea, 1960-'61 in the 1st Cavalry Division. He is mentioned a number of times in the book, 'We Were Soldiers Once -- And Young'. He gave his life for his country on Nov 14, 1965 in the Ia Drang Battle of Vietnam. According to his Captain and his dear friend, Tony Nadal, his dying words were ... "Tell my wife I love her..."

Inscription

NAME
Jack Earl Gell
SERVICE #
12567367
STATE
South Carolina
CITY
Montmorenci
COUNTY
Aiken
BORN
11-30-1940
TOUR
08-16-1965
CASUALTY
11-14-1965
WAR
Vietnam Conflict
SERVICE
Army
TYPE
Regular Military
RANK
Sergeant
UNIT
1st Cavalry Division, 1st Battalion, 7th Cavalry, A Company
LOCATION
Landing Zone X-ray Ia Drang Valley, South Vietnam, Pleiku province
DETAILS
Died through hostile action .. small arms fire
MEMORIAL
VVM Wall, Panel 03e, Line 49
AWARDS
š National Defense Service Medal
š Purple Heart
š Vietnam Campaign Medal
š Vietnam Service Medal

To all the men, living and passed to the other side,who fought during the three days at Landing Zones X-Ray and Albany - your families will never forget.
God bless Joe Galloway and General Hal Moore -
now the whole world knows the truth about the
Ia Drang Valley
November 14, 15, and 16, 1965.
GARRY OWEN!
From his sister,
Kathleen Gell Lee

Let the Story Be Told
The time we dreaded had come at last,
It was time to let him go....
I wished I could have stopped that day, But it came as my heart sank low.
The family picture, We took was etched on our souls...
His eyes showed his hurt, in spite of his strength,It was time to achieve set goals.
He was heading to war, to fight for us all,
He said he would come back home...
He had too much to live for, too strong to give in,And did not want to leave us alone.
A kiss good bye and held us all tight,
Then off to Ia Drang he went...
To the Valley of Death, in a war beaten place,
His last moments of life would be spent.
The letters explained his willing devotion,
To fight and to love 'til the end.
With courageous brothers, he did just that,
Then the horrible news did they send.
A telegram was delivered, then left all alone,
"The agony changed my life..."
Mom would miss him forever,
The fate of a soldier's wife.
"The angels are crying with me here today",
She wept as it rained outside......
Let the story be told, let the healing be bold,
With each name on the Wall meaning Pride.
The years of that time that seems so far away now,
At the same time, just like yesterday,
In a war that has ended with tears and with honor,
Thanks to Hal Moore and Joe Galloway.
And many more Veterans and families who feel,
This battle continues inside....
Let the story be told, let the healing be bold,
With each name on the Wall meaning Pride.
Thank God for our memories and gatherings too,
As we reflect on the pain and the love,
Our soldiers who died, and for all those who've cried,
Know we are watched from above.
Let the story be told, let the mystery unfold,
With each name on the Wall meaning Pride.
Let the story be told, let the healing be bold,
With each name on the Wall meaning Pride.
Copyright 12/2002 Carol Crowley 7/16/02
Written in Honor of my Mother, Rebecca Gell Workentine,
and the memory of my Father,Sgt. Jack E. Gell,
Husband, father, Christian, son, and brother ....
Inspired by the true story
"We Were Soldiers Once...and Young."
Lt. Gen. Hal Moore (Ret) and Joe Galloway.