Mr. Anderson's History Student
Sam Houston High School Arlington TX 76014 USA
My Adopted MIA
Private first Class James Scuitier, my name is Lucero Banda. I'm a 2010-2011 @ Sam Houston High School in Arlington, TX. As part of a class assignment on Vietnam MIA's, I learned your story and shared it with my classmates. I learned of your sacrifice and will remember you.
May 24, 2010
Grand Junction Co
~ Your Service And Sacrifice Are Forever Remembered ~
Thank You, Pfc James Scuitier, for your Courage, Service and Dedication to our Country and for Freedom. Rest well and know that you will NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. I am the sister of such a young hero, who also made the Supreme Sacrifice in Vietnam 1967.....'GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN THAN THIS, THAT HE LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIENDS.' ~ John 15:13 ~
Feb 14, 2009
Manuel Pino B/2/8th Cav, 1st Cav Div
Fellow Vietnam Army Vet
C Trp/3/4 Cav Rgt, 25th Inf Div
If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine... Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.
May 15, 2008
High school friend
High school friend remembered
I knew Jimmy from Summit High School, Summit, New Jersey. I also served in Vietnam in the 25th Infantry Division a year later. I have visited the memorial in Summit, New Jersey to those who gave their lives to their country.
Feb 20, 2008
Fellow Veteran 69-70 An Khe
Union Gap, WA. 98903
“You are Remembered”
Peace and condolence, to the family and friends. “GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN THAN THIS, THAT HE LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIENDS” **John 15:13** You are my friend, always remembered, never forgotten.” May God Bless you for your Sacrifice!!!
Feb 14, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES
THANK-YOU FOR THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE THAT YOU MADE FOR ALL OF US. PLEASE REST IN PEACE.
Monday, February 14, 2005
James is buried at St Teresa's Cemetery in Summit, NJ. BSM ARCOM PH
Remembrance of Jim II
This is Jim Kitchell. I grew up in Summit. Although 2 1/2 years older than Jim I got to know him thru sports. He was athletic enough that he could compete in softball, baseball, & football with the older guys. He lived right across the street from a ball field & always seemed to be available if someone needed an extra man. I served in the Army from October, 1967 to October, 1969. Upon my return home I was sad to learn of his death. When I think of the Vietnam war I still think about Jim, for some reason
Posted by: Jim Kitchell:
Wednesday, December 5, 2001
Remembrances of Jim
My name is Ray Beale and it is July 3, 2000. I met Jim during basic training in Fort Carson, Colorado at the end of 1966. We were the same age and grew up in the same area of New Jersey. As 1965 high school grads, we thought we had the world licked. These are some of my remembrances of Jim.
The two of us in a photo taken at Easter, 1967. Two teenagers that had their lives ahead of them.
Trips to the "Fantastic Zoo" in Pueblo, Colorado.
KP. We were always the ones in trouble and always the ones that were pulling extra duty.
His fathers' Cadillac that came visiting to Colorado. Jim looked great behind the wheel.
A three day pass where Jim, Frank Stiner, and I flew from Colorado to Newark airport. I met Jim's father and sister for the first time during that trip. I always regreted that I never contacted the family after I heard he had died. I still think that I will try to find his sister some day to tell her that Jim lives on in my memory. I know she would like that.
The Buck Sargeant stripes sewn on for the trip home in December of 1967 before we all left for overseas.
Jim "throwing a moon" in the barracks and someone placing a hat on the small of his back as this was happening. This was one of the funniest things I ever saw.
That laugh of his.
My intention will be to add to this list from time to time. For now, I will leave with this thought: I purchased a Corvette convertible in the fall of 1992. I had that car for six years, putting only 12,000 miles on it during my tenure. I cherished that car. I babied that car. Every time I got into that car I thought of Jim Scuitier. I thought of what his Corvette must have looked like; what he must have looked like behind the wheel of that car; a wild-eyed young man with everything ahead of him. Then I think of his sacrifice. Somehow, his death and my survival have a relationship. This relationship is best manifested when the top is down and the wind is whistling through my hair, the throaty sound of the muffler is one indication that Jim rides with me always
Posted by: Raymond P. Beale
Relationship: We served together
Monday, July 3, 2000