Not Forgotten...Re: POW/MIA's (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Not Forgotten...Re: POW/MIA's
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Gunther Herbert Wald, Staff Sergeant, reconnaissance patrol member, Command and Control North, MACV-SOG. Born 7 January 1944 in Frankfurt, Germany. Entered army on 13 June 1967 with four years' marine service. Missing in action since 3 November 1969, when his reconnaissance patrol was attacked by a numerically superior force 30 miles inside Laos near Ban Chakevy Tai, whereupon he was hit by a grenade while trying to make radio contact; last seen lying on the ground with multiple wounds and possibly dead as their position was about to be overrun; related by an indigenous member, Pong, who evaded capture... My POW/MIA bracelet found, Somehow it got flattened, no longer round, Got it back to normal, wear it again I am bound, I hope this write seems close to profound… SSGT Gunther H. Wald, US Special Forces, Lost he was in 1969 in Laos, I wish I could find if since he was found, Even with the internet and my Google hound, Nothing can I find, though he was from NJ, Will have to check on the NJ wall… Trust me, I will never him forget, Supposedly some friend of my dad, I was quite young if I met him, I know when my dad got the bracelet for me he seemed quite sad… © ed L 8/8/08

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on August 8, 2008

Such memories are to be held within the heart Ed so its never forgotten. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Excellent and deeply touching, Ed! I'm glad you appreciate the bracelet! Those who fought in Nam are all heroes in my book! I hate the disrewspect they received from ignorant fools at the time of that war. Soldiers go where they are told and fight to protect us. Dirty politics shouldn't be mentioned in the same breath!...ET

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

I will not forget, either.

My Uncle Duke was a survivor of the Bataan Death March. Held prisoner for over 3,000 days. He stood six feet, two inches tall: when liberated, he weighed 82 pounds.

82 pounds.

He would never talk about his experience ... he carried it to the grave. I miss him, but HE made it home: how many more haven't?

Powerful reminder, Ed, to not forget. Thank you.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*

Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford

A profound write Ed. God bless all our fighting men, then and now.

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Only those that are true to their friends will God let into heaven, it'll be so nice to see you all there when the time comes,
Bless you all and Ed, this is a very beautiful poem! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

I will never forget. EVER.

God bless you, and thank YOU for YOUR service!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Strong emotional write that touches the hearts of all who read.
Fee

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Trust me, I will never him forget

None of us should ever forget any of them.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Brother, they will never be forgotten, if we just be helped by those jerks in the Pentagon sitting on their hands and getting a fat check for it...

Georg

Reviewed by Edwin Larson

Reviewed on August 7, 2008

I still have a bracelet too from back in grade school. No records on him...and I looked hard...post-'65. Been to the wall...online, etc...found enlistment record but nothing else...no MIA even...nada. I still wonder. My friend Nick (a member here) found news of his uncle, still living in SE Asia, just a few years ago.

Edwin