And The Bracelet Reads.....

(WO Dale Arron. Pearce USA 17 May 71 SVN OH) Warrant Officer Dale Arron. Pierce United states Army Died 17 of May 1971 South Vietnam Home state Ohio

 

 

DALE ALLEN PEARCE

WO - W1 - Army - Reserve             101st Airborne Division                              His tour began on May 17, 1971 Casualty was on May 17, 1971 In QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM Hostile, died while missing, HELICOPTER - PILOT AIR LOSS, CRASH ON LAND Body was not recovered   Panel 03W - Line 39

I would ike to first start off by saying this is not a political statment or commentary it is the way I feel. On May 17 1971 a Warrant officer by the name of Dale Pearce Was killed in Action on the same day that he arrived. They never recoverd the body. He was Twenty years old My age.

 

I have been to the wall several times before in differant season of the year and scrached the name of family friends sons that were killed. There are 58,256 names on the wall It is a movin experience for anyone. The wall lays on six acers. IT is mad of granite and Will last deacades.

 

When I first found this Bracelet it was being sold in an atique store in my home town. When I saw I thought My mother has one why not me the persons name on the braclet should be worn out of respect and To tell fellow generations of people so that they know what my mothers generation whent threw. My mother is also a vietnam Era veteran that means that She was in the Service in the time of vietname but did not touch the soil of vietnam.

 

The is for you Warrant Officer Dale A. Pearce My we never forget you or the others.

 

 

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings, Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things. You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung, high in the sunlit silence, hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace, where never lark, or even eagle flew, and, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God