Posted on 11/16/2017 5:16:47 PM PST by Morgana
FULL TITLE: Vietnam War veteran, 83, wears his dress blues to stand guard over his Marine buddy's casket after they made promise to each other in 1968 when they survived a mortar attack
An 83-year-old retired Marine kept a promise he made to a fellow officer while they were hunkered down in a bunker during the Vietnam War.
Retired Marine Master Sgt. William H. Cox and Retired Marine First Sgt. James 'Hollie' Hollingsworth were shielding themselves from rockets and mortars in 1968 as they were fighting in the Marble Mountains during the war on New Year's Eve.
The two men, who were strangers to each other, had decided if they made it out of the bunker and survived the war, they would contact each other every New Year's Eve.
For the next five decades they kept that promise - every New Year's Eve they would catch up.
Earlier this year, Cox traveled from Piedmont, South Carolina, to see Hollingsworth, 80, in Hephzibah, Georgia.
The 83-year-old made the trip so that he could say goodbye to his dear friend who was dying.
(Excerpt) Read more at dailymail.co.uk ...
Yes indeed
This reminds me I’ve a few graves that I promised to poor beer on.
Thanks for sharing this. The article got all blurry at the end there.
Duty...honor
“Duty...honor...”
Good people like you are why America will never fall into the abyss.
One of the greatest privileges I had was meeting at the Springfield Oregon Veterans Parade a Marine Master Gunnery Sergeant in the service dress blues he wore on his last day of active duty. He enlisted in the Corps in 1936. He said his proudest time was getting his entire unit back from the Chosin Reservoir.
“Semper Fidelis” defined perfectly.
I understand duty and honor....my dad lived it
A heavily decorated marine who served in Vietnam that I’m friends with just did the same for a fellow marine who saved his life at khe son . War must create incredible bonds. His friend past way from complications from agent orange they believe. Very sad .
The locals call them Nu8i Xi-mang, in English, Cement Mountains because the gypsum is mined extensively for cement.Some of the peaks don't qualify as mountains any more, or even hills. That big marble dragon in front of your local Chinese Restaurant may well have been born out of one of these mountains.
And we have an asshole like Al Franken taking up news space!
Beautiful, poignant story. Thanks for posting it.
God Bless him.
Thank you for posting this beautiful story. We just buried my father on Wednesday...Air Force, Korean War. Dad made the decision to be buried in a military cemetery this spring when his cancer became more aggressive. I am so glad he did. Watching the flag folding, Taps, and presentation to my mother is something I will not forget.
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