Davis, Albert, SGT

Casualty Occurrence:  This soldier was killed when the load he was transporting shifted as he applied his brakes and it crushed his cab in Thua Thein Province. 

POSTED ON 3.30.2022, POSTED BY: JOHN FABRIS, HONORING YOU. Thank you for your service to our country so long ago, sir. As long as you are remembered, you will always be with us.

POSTED ON 5.28.2021, POSTED BY: BRYANT BOWMAN. REMEMBERING. I was there when they brought you over, waiting for the chopper. I removed the poncho to see who it was. Your death has haunted me more than any other.

POSTED ON 1.7.2021, POSTED BY: WKILLIAN@SMJUHSD.ORG, GROUND CASUALTY.
SP4 Albert Davis was a Heavy Construction Equipment Operator serving with the 517th Engineer Company, 35th Engineer Battalion. During the first quarter of 1968, the primary mission of the 35th Engineer Battalion was the upgrading of the Republic of Vietnam’s national highway QL-1 from its intersection with QL-19 north to Bong Son in Binh Dinh Province. In Early February, during the peak of the Tet Offensive, the battalion was moved by land to Qui Nhon and by sea to Da Nang and placed in general support of III Marine Amphibious Force. On April 21, 1968, SP4 Davis was driving a military vehicle on a supply mission in Thua Thien Province, RVN, hauling a load of bridge pilings. During the operation, Davis was fatally injured when he applied the brakes, causing the load to shift forward and strike him from behind. He was posthumously promoted to Sergeant. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org].

POSTED ON 4.6.2018, POSTED BY: LUCY MICIK, THANK YOU. Dear Sgt Albert Davis,
Thank you for your service as a Heavy Construction Equipment Operator. We are celebrating Passover and Easter. It is a time of joy, and may that be yours in heaven. It is so important for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it still needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

POSTED ON 3.17.2003, POSTED BY: JOHN SAX, THANK YOU. Although we’ve never met, I want you to know the deep sense of gratitude I hold for you and your service to our country. You, along with thousands of others, are the real heroes of today. I am a senior at Gridley High School in Gridley, Illinois and my father is the Social Science teacher at my school. He himself is a Vietnam Veteran, so I know firsthand some of the experiences encountered overseas. Thank you for your courage, loyalty, and service to this great country. Sincerely, John Sax.

POSTED BY: ANONYMOUS, It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves under the flag, and whose coffin is draped in the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag. Throughout our history America has been built on the blood of heroes and Brave Men of Honor like this Soldier. Thank you for your service, bravery, and for the ultimate sacrifice you have made. Thank you for my freedom. Rest well in God's loving embrace, brave soldier. You Sir, are a true American Hero who is remembered by a grateful Veteran. Dec 8, 2008.

“REFLECTIONS FROM THE MOVING WALL". I am a monument to a black period in this country’s history. I am the Vietnam wall, composed of two angled granite walls, inscribed with the names of Fifty Eight Thousand, Two Hundred Eighty One American men and women who died in hell (that was Vietnam). Many people come to see me. Strangely they come mostly in silence-old people, young people, children, mothers, fathers, widows and veterans. All for reasons of their own. They bring gifts, pictures, letters, flowers, poems and cigarettes. The letters speak of grief and loneliness and regret. They ask forgiveness. They are an out-pouring of pain. The people softly touch names on my face. They water my grass with tears. Then they leave in silence and I hope in peace. For I am more than two stone walls. I am a thank you from a nation that forgot. I am a long past due apology. I am healing for wounds too long left untended. I am a tribute paid to fallen warriors. I AM THE VIETNAM WALL. "America has forgotten the wars. Will she remember her warriors"? You may be gone, BUT YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN. Friday, November 05, 2004, Manuel Pino Jr.