|Birth: ||Apr. 4, 1949|
New York County
New York, USA
|Death: ||Jul. 25, 1970|
Tay Ninh, Vietnam
In Loving Memory ... Spec.4 Timothy Martin Greeley.
You may be gone, no longer living on this earth; but you will live on - in the memories of your family and friends. There will always be a part of you living in your family and those who knew you and loved you. You will live on because we remember you!
TIMOTHY MARTIN GREELEY - Army - SP4 - E4
Date of Birth Apr 4, 1949
From: NEW YORK, NY
Religion: ROMAN CATHOLIC
Marital Status: Single
***** ( Photo ) - Timothy Greeley from high school yearbook. Nazareth High School, Brooklyn, New York, June,1967.
SP4 - E4 - Army - 9th Infantry Division
His tour began on Sep 4, 1969
Casualty was on Jul 25, 1970
In TAY NINH, SOUTH VIETNAM
NON-HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
Body was recovered
Panel 08W - Line 51
Others in incident: Harold Hardin and Ralph LaCagnina both KIA.
Timothy Greeley Of all the guys in our platoon, I knew Timothy Greeley the least. I was with B Company, 2nd of the 60th, 3rd Brigade of the 9th Infantry. Its area of operations was at the northern part of the Mekong Delta, and our unit had been doing airmobile operations and night ambushes there for at least a year. A bunch of us had arrived in February and since then we hadn't gotten too many replacements. We didn't need them because it was pretty quiet and we hadn't suffered a single casualty in the three or four months I was there. We were all pretty tight, and I guess he never got a chance to fit in.
Things had quieted down a lot from the early years of the war, and units were being demobilized. Greeley had been with the 1st Infantry Division. Its flag was sent home, and its people were sent to other units around the country.
He transferred in just a few weeks before we went up to Cambodia in mid May. I remember him keeping to himself a lot. He didn't say much, and as I remember it, he was close to having his year in and would be going home in a couple months or so.
I remember him as having a girl friend back in the states. We had all told him he was lucky to be with us, because nothing much happened down there in that part of the country, and he'd be able to coast until he got sent home.
Then we got sent to Cambodia and everything changed. Instead of sleeping in barracks and riding the choppers to the war each morning we were humping the boonies for a week or more at a time. We dug and slept in foxholes every night, and getting a break from the field meant staying a day or two at some remote fire base. Luxury meant having a berm around us and maybe a sandbagged bunker to sleep in. Out in the field we'd hear their tanks and hope they didn't find us. If we got deep enough into the jungle, we'd hide in our foxholes at night and listen to the tigers roaring and the monkeys screaming as they were caught and eaten. It was a whole new world. Most of us got through Cambodia OK, though.
But we didn't get to go back to our nice, civilized delta. We got moved across the border into the forests of Tay Ninh province doing interdiction operations.
Our company would get dropped into an area, check out a few square miles for activity, and then set up a perimeter and camp out for a few days.
Rather than move around much, we set up booby-trapped claymore mines along the trails. We'd just hang out and wait for something to set them off and then go see what we got. If nothing happened we'd go out, retrieve our booby traps, move a few klicks to another area, and do the same thing for a few more days.
The problem was that in such densely wooded terrain it was hard to remember exactly where you'd put your claymores. If you marked them somehow, the bad guys could get tipped off and avoid them too. We'd had a couple guys lose their legs in Cambodia when they forgot there was a rigged claymore out at our perimeter, we were afraid it would happen again.
It did happen again. I was away from the unit, getting a hearing test in Saigon (too many loud noises).
Greeley was out retrieving a claymore with his squad, and three of them walked into their own booby trap. I heard that he was killed pretty much instantly, as was one of the other guys. One of them held on for a day or two in the hospital, but then died.
I think Greeley was within a few weeks of going home by then. I guess he got an early out. The memory of Greeley and the others has stayed with me all these years, and I'm sorry for having taken so long to write a remembrance of him. You can read the remembrances I've posted of Harold Hardin and Ralph LaCagnina, the other guys who were lost along with him on that operation. I regret that I knew so little about him because I'd like to say something that might comfort those who knew him back home, but that's just the way it worked out.
Comrade in Arms
Cypress Hills National Cemetery
New York, USA
Plot: Section 5 Site 95
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