Posted by
AmeriDan on Sunday, November 12, 2006 1:18:52 AM
Mr. Moore was drafted at the age of 18 and sent from the woods of Mississipi to the jungles of Vietnam. Like most Veterans, Mr. Moore rarely spoke of his service during war.
David Moore was the kind of guy that you wanted to be best friends with only seconds after meeting. He had that special
"something" that can not be discribed. Just stand back and marvel in awe at his presence. He would gladly be your best friend too. Just say hi and you where in. David didn't suffer fools well, but he always had time for friends and family. Thankfully, I was both.
The AmeriSis, who is a much better writer then me, was able to describe him best:
He walked to the beat of his own drummer-
always just outside and away from the rest
of the world. And to this day, those he left
behind miss the sound and cadence of those
drums.
I hear you AmeriSis, and that is the best decription of David that I've seen or heard. But both AmeriSis and AmeriDan know that
you can't discribe David Moore. It would be easier to touch a rainbow.
As far as his service to our Country:
Mr. Moore came back home after spending months in a hospital.
All that his family knew was he had been shot- many times- in his legs. He suffered until the day he died, from Hodgkins Lymphoma.
A direct result of Agent Orange being spread anywhere and
everywhere he happened to be.
I never saw his suffering. He was always "Super Cool Really Fun
Guy David" to me.
A little while after he returned home, a letter arrived. A letter about the Bronze Star that he had earned. Even David could not shrug that off. The AmeriFamily can get very persistant if need be.
He opened up and gave his account of why he had a Bronze Star.
I was not there to hear it, so I'll let the AmeriSis quote him:
It was the Lieutenant's fault. He stood up and got
himself killed and there we were, surrounded by VC.
No one else seemed to want to do anything. So I got
mad and started shooting and screaming at everything
in sight. After awhile, I got back up and kept on shooting.
(Editor's note: Notice that he only mentioned getting back up. No mention of why he was down in the first place- being shot several
times in his legs.)
Until all the VC were gone. Then I got us back to
the camp.
David Moore, I salute you, and thank you for your service to
our Country.
-AmeriDan (11/12/06 9:00am)