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The Christy Collection

Military Stories and Articles

SP4 David Prevost, U.S. Army (1969-1971)

My Brother Robert Prevost and myself David we were 11months apart very close .I was done with AIT had to-wait for Bob to come home from Vietnam he served infantry then I was sent to Vietnam. Bob and I both made it home then At 33 Bob had his leg amputated Agent Orange at 41 his other leg was amputated they said it was circulatory. I go over to his house I see him on the pole barn roofing ask where’s your prosthesis he said on the ground got in my way. Why didn’t you call me didn’t want to bother you. He would not let anything stop him from living life. Always compassionate and helping anyone who needed his service. Strange our new Pope has the same name Robert Prevost. Bob passed away At 47 I miss him . He’s my HERO Thanks for listening.

HM2 Bill Sheehan, U.S. Navy (1966-1970)

VA Military Memories Competition

I wish to remember James F. Chase, Cpl, USMC. Jimmy Chase was my squad leader on 17 DEC 68. We were on patrol in Quang Nam Province. He was walking point, as he always did. He had me walk right behind the machine gunner, as he always did. We were about to step up on a rice paddy dike. We all stopped. He motioned to me, a sign language that I was familiar with, which meant stick next to the machine gunner. He wanted me protected above anyone else. I was their Doc, Navy Corpsman, honored to be with the Marines of C Company, 1/1. They called us Suicide Charlie. We were patrolling in Booby Trap Alley, where anything could happen. It did. A huge explosion. “Doc, Chase got hit.” I ran and found my squad leader on his back with multiple wounds and unresponsive. An emergency helo was called for right away as I worked on our Brother. We took on sniper fire as we loaded him on the Ch46. When we landed at Da Nang Naval Hospital, there were eight or more doctors, nurses and corpsmen surrounding him within seconds, but the wounds were too severe. I remember seeing him in the triage tent. I remember everything. I see him every day in my memory, which sometimes fails me, but not this image of my squad leader in 68. I still stay in touch with his sisters in Maine and I go to the Wall often to pay tribute to his sacrifice to our nation. He was an exemplary marine, a brother and a father, but mostly he was my friend. I remember him this Memorial Day. I remember him every day.

Sgt David Adams, U.S. Marine (1986-1994)

VA Military Memories Competition

I only knew him as Ted, a frail ninety-some-year-old senior citizen whom I had met while volunteering at a nursing home. Pleasant and humble, he mostly talked about his late twin brother, who had been a fighter pilot stationed in Pearl Harbor at the time of Japan’s attack in December 1944 and later flew combat missions throughout WWII. His war stories were detailed, and he told them with such heartfelt emotions and passion as if he had been there next to his twin brother. Sometimes he would tear up in the middle of a story and gaze at the ceiling before saying, “Enough for today young man, go enjoy your day!” His thoughts, memories, and emotions seemed so intertwined with his war-hero twin brother that one would think he had not had a life of his own. I contributed this psychological entanglement to the strong bond between twins and did not think much of it.