Bud proudly served in Vietnam from Aug 1966 to Mar 1967 when he was killed at Pleiku, Kontum Province. He is buried at Golden Gate National Cemetery in San Bruno, CA. Bud was a PFC SP4/Team Leader (and was close to becoming a Sergeant) in the 35th Infantry Division,
3rd Platoon, 2nd Battalion, 25th Division, Bravo Company under the command of Russell E. Chapman, 1st Lt. Infantry. Following are the medals awarded to a hero of the Vietnam war:
Purple Heart,
Expert Badge w/Bayonet Bar w/Machine Gun Bar,
Sharpshooter Badge w/Rifle Bar,
Marksman Badge w/Auto Rifle Bar,
Parachutist Badge - Basic,
Pathfinder Badge,
Silver Star,
Bronze Star Medal,
National Defense Service Medal,
Vietnam Service Medal,
Vietnam Campaign Medal,
Vietnam Cross of Gallantry w/Palm Unit Citation,
Good Conduct Medal,
Combat Infantryman Badge 1st Award,
Republic of Vietnam Campaign Ribbon w/Device (1960)
Obituary Cleveland Plain Dealer: Barrett, Charles Jr. Date: Mar 18 1967 Source: Cleveland Press; Cleveland Necrology File, Reel #091. Notes: Barrett. Charles Barrett, Jr., age 20 Sp U.S. Army, Kontum Province in Vietnam, Mar. 12, beloved son of Charles and Elizabeth Barrett, San Francisco, Calif., brother of Martha and Carolyn.
FREEDOM IS NOT FREE by KELLY STRONG:
I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease...
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea.
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant 'Amen',
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea,
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
Bud proudly served in Vietnam from Aug 1966 to Mar 1967 when he was killed at Pleiku, Kontum Province. He is buried at Golden Gate National Cemetery in San Bruno, CA. Bud was a PFC SP4/Team Leader (and was close to becoming a Sergeant) in the 35th Infantry Division,
3rd Platoon, 2nd Battalion, 25th Division, Bravo Company under the command of Russell E. Chapman, 1st Lt. Infantry. Following are the medals awarded to a hero of the Vietnam war:
Purple Heart,
Expert Badge w/Bayonet Bar w/Machine Gun Bar,
Sharpshooter Badge w/Rifle Bar,
Marksman Badge w/Auto Rifle Bar,
Parachutist Badge - Basic,
Pathfinder Badge,
Silver Star,
Bronze Star Medal,
National Defense Service Medal,
Vietnam Service Medal,
Vietnam Campaign Medal,
Vietnam Cross of Gallantry w/Palm Unit Citation,
Good Conduct Medal,
Combat Infantryman Badge 1st Award,
Republic of Vietnam Campaign Ribbon w/Device (1960)
Obituary Cleveland Plain Dealer: Barrett, Charles Jr. Date: Mar 18 1967 Source: Cleveland Press; Cleveland Necrology File, Reel #091. Notes: Barrett. Charles Barrett, Jr., age 20 Sp U.S. Army, Kontum Province in Vietnam, Mar. 12, beloved son of Charles and Elizabeth Barrett, San Francisco, Calif., brother of Martha and Carolyn.
FREEDOM IS NOT FREE by KELLY STRONG:
I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease...
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea.
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant 'Amen',
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea,
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
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