I was only 8 years old when my big brother Raymond passed away. After 45 years I still miss him dearly and think of him everyday. I am very proud of him. Of the letters I read that he had written, I know he was proud to serve his country. Your little brother...
On July 24th 2006, a seemingly calm afternoon in the often Volatile Al Anbar Province, Ramadi, Iraq, my platoon who had been attached to Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, 35th Armor Regiment was tasked with a mission to link back up with our parent company, Bravo company,...
First Lt. James A. Taylor was serving in South Vietnam as Executive Officer of B Troop, First Cavalry, American Division on November 8, 1967 when he was notified that his commander had been wounded in action. He was ordered into the combat zone to take command and...
Retired U.S. Army Colonel Sam Floca is a sixth-generation Texan, as proud of his Lone Star State heritage as he is of his two tours in Vietnam in the First Infantry Division. One of his most prized possessions is the Texas flag flown at the Capitol in honor of the...
Posted in his honor by his son It was March 5th, 1966, eight days before my first birthday, when my father (PFC Mario Ybarra) was killed as a result of a gun shot wound to the head in the jungles of Vietnam. He was with the 3rd Battalion, 1st Marines “India” Company....
Private First Class Rogers was wounded by a sniper bullet, which was shot through his left shoulder, ribs and lung. He was part of G Company, 383rd Infantry Regiment, 96th Infantry Division in WWII in the Battle of Okinawa during the Spring of 1945. We honor you,...
