These are our honored dead, the men killed while serving in our unit in the Republic of Vietnam. Our friends and comrades. People we may have loved or loathed, respected or tolerated... but all bound to us by blood, sweat and tears... theirs and ours. Just about all of us who served were there when one or more of these men died. In some cases, we held them as their last breath escaped. In other cases, we learned of their passing after the fact. We learned how in war death happens but life goes on. Lack of closure was a problem. Some friends were medevaced and we'd hear later that they'd made it... or that they hadn't. In many cases, we heard nothing once the dustoff lifted off. Lifelong friendships could end abruptly, quickly and often inconclusively.
Are these men heroes? If heroes are legendary figures or illustrious warriors, some probably weren't. But each one showed true heroism, the courage to do a difficult job at great personal risk... and each paid the greatest price that any hero has ever paid.
When all is said and done, Vietnam probably wasn't about heroism anyway. More likely, it was about duty. When our country called, each of these men answered - some voluntarily, some not - but each man went. And each died doing his duty as he saw it.
(quoted from the 1/50th at http://www.ichiban1.org)
For the fallen, they shall always be remembered, not just on Memorial Day, or Veteran's Day, but each shall live on in the hearts of family, friends, and fellow veterans, knowing that the sacrifice they have given, cannot be equalled. We live each day, honoring their memories.