Remembering Chu Moor

Bud Roach:

For many years I did not know the exact date but I remembered the last week of April 1968. In the past ten years that we have been meeting as a group I know more than I ever did about that week. In the forty years since a lot of memories have faded but one item was not forgotten. The uncommon valor from many who did not necessarily get the recognition they earned is etched in my memory. An afternoon on Chu Moor Mountain became a defining moment in my life. I am honored to have served with you and my thoughts are with you.

Jack Chavez:

That one battle was the defining moment, and tragically for many, the last moment in our lives. The last ten years have been a healing time by sharing and remembering together. We are here for one another and give thanks and prayers for those who are not here.
The legacy lives on. Next week might be hard. There maybe times when you are sad and you don’t know why but we are stronger because of our brotherhood. Reach out if you need a helping hand.

Kathy and I wish we could be with you in Tulsa this year but family commitments are keeping us home. Know that we love you and are thinking of you all. God bless!

Andrei Pashin:

I’m sitting safely back at Camp Enari in the Charlie Co. clerks office when the reports start coming in. I was completely paralyzed, feeling both extremely lucky that Top had pulled me out of the field to take over for the departing clerk and shame and surviver’s guilt because I wasn’t there. The morning reports during the Chu Moor Mt days were complex and often initially incorrect and I had to revise them more than once. On April 27, I turned 21 years old, many years older than I had been in 1967 and much, much sadder. My birthdays thereafter were always somewhat marred by the events of April 1968. You will all always occupy a special place in my heart. You were brave young men and I’m proud to have known you.

Fred Childs:

During the CA onto a very steep hill to establish the firebase the helicopter tilted drastically and I fell out at a distance of 10’ or so and landed on my head and pack crushing the steel helmet about 3-4”.  Like an idiot I got up and said “I’m all right”.  Bill Boling remembers my fall and helped me get up.

I do not recall any events that took place and later one of the medics told me that it was a good thing I had no memory of that battle.  We lost many of our good buddies and many more wounded.

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