Brian Levine posted this article written by his Father-in-Law on his Facebook page, and I thought it was worth sharing.
It reminded me of an experience my father had in Vietnam with his Captain. My father was one of many whose US Army records were lost in the fire in St. Louis. In an attempt to get a disability rating, he had to reconstruct his 33 year Army career. He hand wrote the document and then Senator Barbara Mikulski really went to bat for him and got him a 100% disability. I had to type up and submit his record and every Memorial Day, I remember this story. RIP Captain Howard Crees. From my fathers service record:
It reminded me of an experience my father had in Vietnam with his Captain. My father was one of many whose US Army records were lost in the fire in St. Louis. In an attempt to get a disability rating, he had to reconstruct his 33 year Army career. He hand wrote the document and then Senator Barbara Mikulski really went to bat for him and got him a 100% disability. I had to type up and submit his record and every Memorial Day, I remember this story. RIP Captain Howard Crees. From my fathers service record:
On August 21st, 1968 “D Company” 26th Infantry Division was preparing to go on an overnight patrol. Cpt. Howard Crees was the commander. Cpt. Crees and I flew to Viet Nam on the same aircraft and had formed a close bond. That day was his 34th birthday and I gave him a pecan roll with a match in the center and wished him a Happy Birthday. He replied that when he returned the next day, he would wish me Happy Birthday as well (my birthday was August 22nd). I was in a helicopter on 8/22/68 to direct the pickup of “D Company”. Cpt. Crees went forward to recon the landing zone and when we heard over the radio that “6” was down, I knew that Cpt. Crees had been wounded. Our chopper landed and Cpt. Crees was carried to the helicopter. We took off for the evacuation hospital nearby and radioed them we were in-route. I held Cpt. Crees in my arms and could feel blood no on the front or the back of his uniform. I removed a flashlight from the harness across his chest and I could see where two rounds had pierced the flashlight casing and exited his chest, he had been shot in the back. I knew he would die before we arrived at the hospital from internal bleeding. Cpt. Crees attempted to speak but he was not able to talk. I felt his last breathes as we landed on the helipad. I can still vividly remember his passing and shied away from forming any other strong relationships while I was in the 26th Infantry. You never knew when death would overtake any one of us.