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Vietnam~LestWe Forget~ 1962~1975

This web site was created in the memory of our loved one, Sgt. Dave Dickinson. Loving Son, Brother and Uncle. Born in Denver, Colorado on February 15, 1948 ~ Killed in action on December 6, 1967, at the age of 19, while serving our country, in Vietnam. 
 He Is Our Hero...He Will Never Be forgotten. 
 God has him in His Keeping,
we have him in  our hearts. 

                                                         

 

             REMEMBER OUR VETERANS...THANK THEM WHEN YOU SEE THEM       

 PLEASE VISIT MY NEW TRIBUTE SITE 

        In Honor of Our Military 
              https://sites.google.com/site/inhonorofourmilitary/                 

                  

        Please Keep Our Troops In Your Prayers

            Dear Lord, Please hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us, Bless them and their families, for the selfless acts they perform, for us in our time of need.    Amen.

                                                                    

           

     

                           

           

 "The Mansions of the Lord" 
     Words by Randall Wallace 
 To fallen soldiers let us sing 
 where no rockets fly nor bullets wing 
 Our broken brothers let us bring 
 to the mansions of the Lord 
 No more bleeding no more fight 
 No prayers pleading through the night 
 just divine embrace, eternal light 
 in the mansions of the Lord 
 Where no mothers cry and no children weep 
 We will stand and guard tho the angels sleep 
 All through the ages safely keep the mansions of the Lord 
  (Thanks to Davy Baker)

         

        

       God Bless you and your family, David 
          With So Much Thanks to the family of William Meyers 
           
http://William-myers.memory-of.com/  

     

      

"NOR SHALL YOUR GLORY BE FORGOT
WHILE FAME HER RECORD KEEPS,
OR HONOR POINTS TO THE HALLOWED SPOT,
WHERE VALOR PROUDLY SLEEPS"
~ Theodore O'Hara ~  

                 

  Tell Them of Us and Say...
For Their Tomorrows... 
We Gave Our Today...
   

          

 MSgt Lewis McDermott
  Killed in action with David.  Binh Dinh, South Vietnam

     

A Visit To The Wall
October 2011
Kevin McDermott
Grandson to MSgt McDermott

               

Thank you for visiting...
Please light a candle for Dave before you leave.
And please visit the website for his niece, Julia Hadcock 
          http://julia-hadcock.memory-of.com/About.aspx     
          

           

  

                         

           "This story shall the good man teach his son; 
        From this day to the ending of the world, 
         We few, we happy few, we Band of Brothers; 
         For he to-day that sheds his blood with me 
     Shall be my brother;"

                                                                    

                                                   

                          

       My Dearest Brother...
We laughed at times, when the humor had passed...
You would listen with closed lips and open your heart...
At times, we felt each others sorrow and formed one tear...
These things and many more, we will remember...
As the thought of you...
Warms our hearts.
   

                                          

       

         

                        

  

                        Sergeant David Thomas Dickinson 
              CO (LRRP), 52ND INFANTRY, 1 CAV DIV 
             United States Army ~ Panel 31E Line 045
E Company, 52nd Infantry was the 1st Cavalry Division's Long Range Reconnaissance Patrol company. On 06 Dec 1967, two men from the Company were killed by an "explosive device" - MSG Lewis E. McDermott of Fulton, Missouri, and SGT David T. Dickinson of Denver, Colorado.
On 01 Feb 1969 all the LRRP units in Vietnam were reorganized as separate companies of the 75th Infantry (Ranger) and Echo 52nd Infantry became H Company, 75th Infantry. Today's Rangers remain in the 75th Infantry.

Sergeant David Dickinson's date of birth is given as 02 Feb 1948 in the DoD casualty file, but he actually was born on 15 Feb 1948. He is buried in Site 1811, Section P, Fort Logan National Cemetery, Denver, Colorado. 
   
http://www.virtualwall.org/dd/DickinsonDT01a.htm

                       

             

           

                                    

             

                                     ~ The Ranger Creed ~

Recognizing that I volunteered as a Ranger, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor, and "esprit de corps" of the Ranger Regiment.

Acknowledging the fact that a Ranger is a more elite soldier who arrives at the cutting edge of battle by land, sea, or air, I accept the fact that as a Ranger my country expects me to move farther, faster and fight harder than any other soldier.

Never shall I fail my comrades. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong and morally straight and I will shoulder more than my share of the task whatever it may be. One hundred percent and then some.

Gallantly will I show the world that I am a specially selected and well trained soldier. My courtesy to superior officers, my neatness of dress and care for equipment shall set the example for others to follow.

Energetically will I meet the enemies of my country. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender is not a Ranger word. I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy and under no circumstances will I ever embarrass my country.

Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission, though I be the lone survivor. 

                   "RANGERS LEAD THE WAY"                

                                 

    

                 

My brother David always gave everything he did in life 150%.
In Little League football, he aquired a knee injury that kept him from being a paratrooper, which was his first desire.
He fought in the Golden Gloves for a short time and his trainer told me that he was one of the best he ever worked with.

After finishing boot camp, David received orders in early 1967 to go to Germany. He requested his orders be changed, he wanted to go to Vietnam, he was set on that. His orders were changed and he was home on leave the first part of April, then off to Vietnam.
David called home when he was on R&R in Australia in late October. He said he had already arranged to do a second tour in Nam and was not sure if he would be able to come home in between the two tours.
In December, God had other plans for David.

He was such a caring member of our family, always willing to go the extra mile. I have 5 daughters, and they loved their Uncle Davy dearly. He was one of the best friends I had through out my life and he is missed tremendously.
I have been told by several of the men he served with that he was a highly effective soldier and they would trust him with their lives anytime.
He is and always will be a true hero to me, my daughters and our entire family. 

                            


     "And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the Palm of His Hand."
      

                         

                

It has been over FOURTY YEARS now since David left us, over Half my life time...
It seems impossible, I still have such vivid memories of him...
I remember, when he was born...
I remember him as a toddler and watched him grow
into a fine, good looking young man...
How I miss my brother!
He was so ornery!
He used to drive me crazy!
Oh how I wish he were here, to drive me crazy now...
We still Love and Miss him, so very, very much!
And we know, that he is in a far better place...
He was so good with my girls, so caring and attentive... Their memories of David are such very, very proud ones. 
    

     

December 6, 1967

            Binh Dinh Province, South Vietnam            

       "From these honored dead, We take increased devotion
To that cause from which they here gave
The Last Full Measure of devotion...
That we here highly resolve these dead
Shall not have died in vain" 
~ Abraham Lincoln

"Now arises from hallowed ground a delicate cloud of bugle notes that softly say, go to sleep...
Comrades true, born anew, peace to you.
Your souls shall be where the heroes are and your memories shine like the morning star...
Slumber well where the shells screamed and fell...
The danger has passed,
And now at last, go to sleep...
~ By Sgt Joyce Kilmer ~  

 

“LEST I KEEP MY COMPLACENT WAY,I MUST REMEMBER...
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE A PERSON DIED FOR ME,
AS LONG AS THERE MUST BE WAR,
I ASK AND I MUST ANSWER...
WAS I WORTH DYING FOR?
~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~

       

 "The soldier, above all others,
    Is required to perform the highest act
of religious teaching....
SACRIFICE."
~General Douglas MacArthur~     
     

       

"You've never lived until you've almost died,
For those who fought for it,
Life has a flavor the protected will never know.
~ Anon. - from Viet Nam, 1968 ~

             

        Suddenly...
you were gone and I found myself reaching into yesterdays,
Grasping for all the moments that were shared with you...
Wishing to place them all on display shelves in my mind,
So that I may hold them near my heart...
        This comforted me.
         

I Must Thank You
For the memories you left with me...
An unforgettable smile...
A hug...
The late nights of pleasant conversations...
My life would have been void without them.
I cannot see you anymore,
But my heart can feel your smile
And your voice echoes through my mind,
Like a favorite melody.
You were gone too soon...
We had so much left to talk about...
We had things left to do together...
I found myself wishing for more time...
If only we could turn back the clock...
We Cannot

                 

You were here though, for a such a short time,
Our lives are richer because of that
and your memory will always warm our hearts.
We had to say "Farewell"...we hadn't planned on that...
Rest Well Sweet Brother...
Please know you are thought of fondly,
as I know on those quiet afternoons,
when I am lost in my memories,
you will be here with me...
I have your smile to warm me...Your voice rings in my ears...
I am so happy to have these things, it makes it easier to say,
You are not forever gone from me...
We'll be together again... 
 
 SOMEDAY....

                           by ~ Garnet Jenkins (copyright 1982)

                     

                 

  (So Much Thanks to Nancy Davis for photo formats)
Http://William-Billy-dean.memory-of.com/ 

    

             

                                            

       

          "STEP FORWARD NOW, YOU SOLDIERS,
           YOU'VE BORNE YOUR BURDENS WELL.
           WALK PEACEFULLY ON HEAVEN'S STREETS,
           YOU'VE DONE YOUR TIME IN HELL"

       

           Please pay tribute to the fallen heroes
From the Vietnam War
Http://thewall-USA.com/
 
                                     

 Rodolfo Torres 
 1941 ~ 2007

     75th Ranger Regiment/Vietnam 
 

       REMEMBER THOSE WHO GAVE ALL....

         

     PFC.DANNY LYNN STEPHENS
101st Airborne Division
KIA ~ Mar 31, 1968
THUA THIEN, SOUTH VIETNAM

    SP4 WILLIAM ROBERT CRITCHFIELD 
      1st Cav Division/75TH RANGER REG. 
    BINH DINH, SOUTH VIETNAM
 

                                                                                          

CWO ROBERT OREN HILL JR
USARV
KIA ~ Sep 27, 1970
QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM

MAJ. ARTHUR DALE BAKER ~ USAF
MIA ~ Apr 7, 1965/LAOS
OFFICIALY RECOVERED 6/23/2005

  

 THIS SHADOW BOX, IS A TREASURED GIFT TO ME, FROM DAVY BAKER,
BROTHER TO MAJOR ARTHUR DALE BAKER

     MSGT. LOUGHTON SMITH
MACV Advisors
KIA ~ July 20, 1967
QUANG NGAI, SOUTH VIETNAM

    Please pay tribute to our fallen heroes
In Iraq and Afghanistan
Http://legacy.com/Soldiers.asp
     

                 Nephew to Richard "Doc" Sweeney/75th Reg. Vietnam.
           Paul's Unit ambushed while on patrol near Musa, Afghanistan  10/30/03

  

1st Lt. Kevin J. Gaspers
KIA 4/23/2007
As Sadah, Iraq
82nd Airborne/Fort Bragg, N.C

                  

Spc. Jonn J. Edmunds
KIA ~ 10/19/2001 ~ Pakistan
Company B, 3rd Battalion,
75th Ranger Regiment
Fort Benning, GA
 

  KIA 2/18/07 Southeastern Afghanistan
Please visit Never Forget Our Fallen.
Http://www.neverforgetourfallen.com/

     REST YOUR HEAD NOW, WEARY SOLDIER.
     CAST YOUR WEAPONS TO THE GROUND.
     CLOSE YOUR EYES AND FEEL THE PEACE,
     THE LIGHT OF JESUS FOLD AROUND.
     HEED NOT OUR EARTHLY BATTLE CRIES,
     THERE IS NO POST FOR YOU TO STAND,
     SO REST NOW AS HE CARRIES YOU
     WITHIN HIS LOVING HAND.
     DO NOT LOOK BACK UPON US,
     DISREGARD OUR SELFISH TEARS,
     WALK IN THE SUNLIGHT OF THE SPIRIT,
     FREE OF WAR OR PAIN AND FEAR.
     YOUR DUTY HERE IS DONE NOW,
     AS OURS WILL SOMEDAY BE,
     SO GO HIM NOW TO PLACES ONLY HEROES SEE. 
    ~Author Unknown~

    

             

       This site is also dedicated to LRRPs/Rangers
1st Cavalry Division
H Company ~ 75th Ranger Regiment ~ 

                     

                             

             THE YEARS OTHERS KNEW AS YOUTH,

   "They " SPENT...

 
             LEARNING THE MEANING OF DEATH.

                 

    "THE MOON GIVES YOU LIGHT,
     THE BUGLES AND THE DRUMS GIVE YOU MUSIC
     AND MY HEART, O MY SOLDIERS...
     MY VETERANS,
       MY HEART GIVES YOU LOVE." 
  ~ WALT WHITMAN ~

   

                                        

    No matter how long we are on this earth,
The more we have to realize
That life finds us living every day
With the unanswered
And the unresolved.
Faith helps us to live with the unanswered...
Hope helps us to live with the unresolved...
Trust helps us to accept...
And go on with the work of living.
~Rev. Mark Connolly~

     

     The young dead soldiers do not speak
     Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
     Who has not heard them?
     They have a silence that speaks for them at night
     And when the clock counts.
     They say: We were young. We have died.
     Remember us.
     They say: We have done what we could
     But until it is finished it is not done.
     They say: We have given our lives,
     but until it is finished...
     NO ONE can know what our lives gave.        
     They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
     They will mean what you make them.
     They say: Whether our lives and our deaths
     were for Peace and a new hope
     or for nothing we cannot say,
     It is you who must say this.
     We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
     We were young, they say...
     We have died;
     Remember us.
                       by Archibald MacLeish,
                    1892-1982, American Poet

         

                

       LOOK AGAIN, O HEART OF MINE,
AND SEE WHAT PASSES BY!
A CRYING OF REMEMBERED NAMES
OF DEEDS THAT SHALL NOT DIE.
Excerpt from "Memorial Day"
           By Theodosia Pickering Garrison         1874~1944
          

  

 ,         

      

                        A VIEW FROM THE OTHER SIDE
                                 By Patrick Camunes

At first there was no place for us to go until someone put up that Black Granite Wall. Now, everyday and night, my Brothers and my Sisters wait to see the many people from places afar file in front of this Wall. Many stopping briefly and many for hours and some that come on a regular basis. It was hard at first, not that it's gotten any easier, but it seems that many of the attitudes towards that war that we were involved in have changed. I can only pray that the ones on the other side have learned something and more Walls as this one needn't be built.
Several members of my unit and many that I did not recognize have called me to the Wall by touching my name that is engraved upon it. The tears aren't necessary but are hard even for me to hold back.
Touch the Wall, my Brothers, so that we can share in the memories that we had. I have learned to put the bad memories aside and remember only the pleasant times that we had together. Tell our other Brothers out there to come and visit me, not to say Good Bye but to say Hello and be together again to ease that pain of loss we all share.
Today, an irresistible and loving call comes from the Wall. As I approach I can see an elderly lady and as I get closer I recognize her...It's Momma! I've looked forward to this day, but also regretted it because I didn't know what my reaction would be.
Next to her, I suddenly see my wife and immediately think how hard it must have been for her to come to this place and my mind floods with the pleasant memories of 30 years past. There's a young man in a military uniform standing with his arm around her...My God!...It's...it has to be my son. Look at him trying to be the man without a tear in his eye. I yearn to tell him how proud I am, seeing him standing tall, straight and proud in his uniform. Momma comes closer and touches the Wall and I feel the soft and gentle touch I had not felt in so many years. Dad has crossed to this side of the Wall and through our touch, I try to convey to her that Dad is doing fine and is no longer suffering or feeling pain.
I see my wife's courage building as she sees Momma touch the Wall and she approaches and lays her hand on my waiting hand. All the emotions, feelings and memories of three decades past flash between our touch and I tell her that it's all right. Carry on with your life and don't worry about me...I can see as I look into her eyes that she hears and understands. A burden is gone. I watch as they lay flowers and other memories of my past. My lucky charm that was taken from me and sent to her by my CO, a tattered and worn teddy bear that I can barely remember having as I grew up as a child and several medals that I had earned and were presented to my wife. One of them is the Combat Infantry Badge that I am very proud of and I notice that my son is also wearing this medal. I had earned mine in Vietnam and he had probably earned his in Iraq.
I can tell they are preparing to leave. I try to take a mental picture of them together, because I don't know when I will see them again. I wouldn't blame them if they were not to return and can only thank them that I was not forgotten. My wife and Momma near the Wall for one final touch and so many years of indecision, fear and sorrow are let go. As they turn to leave I feel my tears form as if dew drops on the other side of the Wall. They slowly move away with only a glance over their shoulder. My son suddenly stops and slowly returns. He stands straight and proud in front of me and snaps a salute. Something makes him move to the Wall and he puts his hand upon the Wall and touches my tears that had formed on the face of the Wall and I can tell that he senses my presence there and the pride and the love that I have for him. He falls to his knees and the tears flow from his eyes and I try my best to reassure him that it's all right and the tears do not make him any less of a man.
As he moves back,& wipes the tears from his eyes, he silently mouths, God Bless you, Dad... 
                             ....God Bless YOU, Son!

 

        

 "Greater love hath no man than this,
   That he lay down his life for his friends."
~ John 15:13 ~   

  

 

An exerpt from the epilogue of Hal Moore's & Joe Galloway's new book "We Are Soldiers Still".
~
We think of our fallen comrades, forever young as we grow old, and of how they died before they had even begun to live. We were all young then and had no real understanding then of all they would never know - the joy of a good woman’s love, of watching our children grow, of savoring all that is good and bad in a long life. We who were fortunate enough to survive have tasted all those experiences and now we know all that they gave up when they laid down their precious lives for us. Far from fading in memory, the pain and sorrow only grow more accute.We are the fortunate ones! We survived when so many better men all around us gave up their precious lives so that we might live. We owe them a sacred obligation to use each day to its fullest potential, working to make this world a better place for our having lived and their having died.We fell an obligation to give something back to our country and our troops in a time when we are, again, at war and these young men and women will b e fighting that war and other wars. We owe that to this generation of warriors just as we owe it to our fallen comrades.Each of us, in his own way, continues to serve our country because.....We Are Soldiers Still.

                  

                

 

 

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Tributes and Condolences
THANKS CHRISTINE, FOR BEING THERE WHEN I COULDN'T   / Garnet
Merry Christmas David. God Bless!   / Fam. Of Scott &. Samantha Myers
Never Forgotten   / Gaspers' Family
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THINKING OF YOU~   / BECKY..MOTHER TO FFF JARRETT LITTLE
THINKING OF YOU   / BECKY..MOTHER TO FFF JARRETT LITTLE
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His legacy
BRONZE STAR CITATION  

                                           

GENERAL ORDERS NUMBER 704
2 FebruarY 1968

AWARD OF BRONZE STAR MEDAL FOR HEROISM
1. The following Award is announced posthumously
DICKINSON DAVID T. SERGEANT E-5
United States Army Headquarters & Headquarters Company 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile)

Awarded: Bronze star Medal with "V" Device
Date of action: 21 November 1967
Theater: Republic of Vietnam
Reason: For heroism not involving participation in aerial flight in connec­tion with military operations against a hostile force in the Republic of Vietnam.

Sergeant Dickinson distinguished himself by exceptionally valorous action on 21 November 1967 while serving as a patrol team ' leader with a long range reconnaissance patrol detachment during a com­bat mission in the Soui Ben Vach Valley Republic of Vietnam. When his unit came under intense hostile fire Sergeant Dickinson exposed him­self to the enemy fire as he maneuvered his men to a more advantageous position. He then called in and adjusted artillery fire on the hostile emplaements. His action destroyed numerous enemy bunkers and contributed greatlly to the successful completion of his unit's mission. Ser­geant Dickinson's display of personal bravery and devotion to duty was in Keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and ref'lects great credit upon himself his unit and the United States Army.

Authority: By direction of the President under the provisions of Executive Order 11046 24 august 1962



FOR THE COMMANDER:

OFFICIAL: GEORGE W PUTNAM JR.

Colonel GS

Chief of Staff

AIR MEDAL CITATION  

                                      

CITATION

BY DIRETION OF THE PRESlDENT

THE AIR MEDAL



SERGEANT (THEN SPECIALIST FOUR) DAVID T. DICKINSON

FOR DISTINGUISHING HIMSELF BY MERITORIOUS ACHIEVEMENT WHILD PARTICIPATING IN SUSTAINED AERIAL FLIGHT IN SUPPORT OF COMBAT GROUND FORCES OF THE REPUBLIC OF VIETNAM DURING THE PERIOD APRIL 1967 TO DECEMBER 1967.

DURING THIS TIME HE ACTIVELY PARTICIPATED IN MORE THAN TWENTY-FIVE AERIAL MISSIONS OVER HOSTILE TERRITORY IN SUPPORT OF COUNTERINSURGENCY OPERATIONS. DUING ALL OF THESE MISSIONS HE DISPLAYED THE HIGHEST ORDER OF AIR DISCIPLINE AND ACTED IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE BEST TRADITIONS OF THE SERVICE. BY HIS DETERMINATION TO ACCOMPLISH HIS MISSION IN SPITE OF THE HAZARDS INHERENT IN REPEATED AERIAL FLIGHTS OVER HOSTILE TERRITORY AND BY HIS OUTSTANDING DEGREE OF PROFESSIONALISIM AND DEVOTION TO DUTY HE HAS BROUGH CREDIT UPON HIMSELF HIS ORGANIZATION AN THE MILITARY SERVICE.

David and family  

We will Remember  
How can one have much legacy in 19 short years?
David was well known around our neighborhood and
well liked. A lot of people that knew him around Denver,
came up to me,  for many years after David died, to talk
about him or share their memories of him. It amazed me that
this still happened, over 30 years after his death.

What he did leave behind from my perspective, was a
grieving mother, which I know now,  is a tremendous grief.
Something I could only assume at the time we lost David.
I only knew I lost my brother and it was most devastating to
me then and still is to this day. He was my friend.

He helped me so much with my girls, when he was staying
with me and the girls all adored him. He was as much of
a kid with them, as they were kids themselves. They had a lot of fun
together. I am thankful for the fact that my kids did know him,
and he knew them. Unfortunately, my brother Bobby's and my sister Diane's children didn't have that luxury.

Just recently, my daughter Carol, who now has a son 21 years old, 
said to me, "Mom when Uncle Dave was around, I was so little then 
and I always looked at him, as a grown man. Oh Mom, I realize now, he was so young....so young"

I truly hope others will take the time to put remembrances here, of the David they knew.
                             

                              They shall grow not old, 
                           as we that are left grow old; 
                            age shall not weary them, 
                              nor the years condemn. 
                            At the going down of the sun 
                                  and in the morning, 
                               We will remember them. 
                         "For the Fallen" September 1914
                                     ~ R.L. Binyon~
THE CREATION OF A VIETNAM VET...  

 When the Lord was creating Vietnam Veterans He was into His 6th day
of overtime working on the first fully operational model when an angel
appeared.

The angel said to the Lord "You're certainly doing a lot of
fiddling around on this one."

And God said "Have you seen the specs on this order? A Nam Vet has
to be able to run 5 clicks through the bush with a full pack on endure with
barely any sleep for days enter tunnels full of rats spiders and the enemy
all the while keeping his weapons clean and operable. He has to be able to
sit in his foxhole all night during an attack hold his buddies as they die
walk point in unfamiliar territory known to be VC infested and somehow keep
his senses alert for danger.. He has to be in top physical condition
existing on c-rats and very little rest. And he has to have 6 pairs of
hands."

The angel shook his head slowly and said "6 pair of hands....no
way."

The Lord says "It's not the hands that are causing me problems.
It's the 3 pair of eyes a Nam Vet has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded."One pair that sees through elephant grass another
pair here in the side of his head for his buddies another pair here in
front that can look reassuringly at his bleeding fellow soldier and say
"You'll make it"... when he knows he won't."

"Lord rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't" said the Lord. "Not until I have a model that can carry a
wounded soldier 1000 meters during a fire fight calm the fears of the
latest FNG and feed a family of 4 on a grunt's paycheck."

The angel walked around the model and said "Can it think?"

"You bet" said the Lord. "It can quote much of the UCMJ
understands 'non sibi sed patriae' knows what 'de oppresso liber'means
recite all his general orders and engage in a search and destroy mission in
less time than it takes for his fellow Americans back home to discuss the
morality of the War and all the while keep his sense of humor."

The Lord gazed into the future and said "He will also endure being
vilified and spit on when he returns home rejected and crucified by the
very ones for which he fought."

Finally the angel slowly ran his finger across the vet's cheek and
said "There's a leak...I told you that you were trying to put too much
into this model."

"That's not a leak" said the Lord. "That's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled up emotions for holding fallen soldiers as they
die for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag
for the terror of living with PTSD for decades after the war alone with
its' demons with no one to care or help."

"You're a genius" said the angel casting a gaze at the tear.

The lord looked very somber as if seeing down eternity's distant
shores.

"I didn't put it there" He said.

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