With Memorial Day being Monday, I'd like to open this thread by remembering those we knew personally who gave their last full measure of devotion to our country. Here are two brave men I knew who lost their lives at an early age, getting no further chance to complete long and hopefully happy lives.
This man was Army 1/LT Ed Cribb, who was an Army aviator. We were close friends in high school, where we were both ROTC senior cadet officers. His Mohawk observation plane was crippled on his second tour in Vietnam. He was too low for his chute to open, and he died with a back broken in three places. He left a wife and two children. His remains are buried in the Fort Benning cemetery in Georgia.
This was USAF Maj. Chuck Walling. We were classmates, good friends and fraternity brothers in college. Chuck's Phantom jet fighter-bomber was shot down in Vietnam; he went down with the plane. His remains were not found until recent years, but when they were found and identified, they were brought back to the U.S., and he was buried in Arlington National Cemetery. I met his son at that time, and he is the spitting image of his dad.
I remember these fine men, and they will always be my personal heroes. Perhaps you would like to take a moment or two to remember personal friends and family who gave their lives; and post pictures if you have them. We should all be grateful for their sacrifices and strive to be worthy of them.
John
This man was Army 1/LT Ed Cribb, who was an Army aviator. We were close friends in high school, where we were both ROTC senior cadet officers. His Mohawk observation plane was crippled on his second tour in Vietnam. He was too low for his chute to open, and he died with a back broken in three places. He left a wife and two children. His remains are buried in the Fort Benning cemetery in Georgia.

This was USAF Maj. Chuck Walling. We were classmates, good friends and fraternity brothers in college. Chuck's Phantom jet fighter-bomber was shot down in Vietnam; he went down with the plane. His remains were not found until recent years, but when they were found and identified, they were brought back to the U.S., and he was buried in Arlington National Cemetery. I met his son at that time, and he is the spitting image of his dad.

I remember these fine men, and they will always be my personal heroes. Perhaps you would like to take a moment or two to remember personal friends and family who gave their lives; and post pictures if you have them. We should all be grateful for their sacrifices and strive to be worthy of them.
John