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Born on Mar. 30, 1947
Casualty was on May 21, 1968

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2Lt. William Gray Ross and his radioman, Albert Petersen (front)
(Picture courtesy of John Gundersen)

LCpl. Albert Peterson served with the 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines, India Company. He was Killed In Action during Operation ALLEN BROOK 21 May '68 along with 3 other Marines who were running patrol at the Thua Lu Bridge. LCpl. Peterson served as 2Lt. William Gray Ross's radioman who was Killed In Action 15 June '68. LCpl. Peterson's name stands proudly on the India 3/5 Wall of Honor alongside the Marines he fought and died with. Semper fi, Brother Marine. We will never forget.


The people of India Co. 3/5 will not allow this Marine to be forgotten.
Semper Fi our friend.
Curtis Eidson

Albert Peterson
(Picture courtesy of Gil Currie, I/3/5)

Natural Daughter

Behind he left a lonely shadow. A walking ghost of him. Behind he left a little girl who would grow to look just like him. The sleepy eye, the dirty blond hair, the same silly smile. But behind he left a little girl who was always proud of him. His pictures she hangs on her living room wall, beside his flag and uniform. The purple heart and metals too. Just another way to remember him.

"Daddy" was the way he signed his letters to her from so far away. Daddy was the name she never got to call him, for they took his life away from her, his family and his friends. He died way too young. What a price we all paid when he died at twenty-one. But still today, with every Taps that is played, what a chill it gives. The hair on my body stands straight up, the lump in my throught, the tear in my eye.

I will never forget the man who made me, nor the reason why he was there. In Quang Nam, South Viet Nam. Hatred still in my heart for the S.O.B. that took his life and made our time so short. But they call that war. It's never fair to blame someone when we should have never have been there!

A late U.S. Marine's daughter I will still proudly be. He was my dad, can't you tell. Just look at me. Behind he left a lonely shadow. A walking ghost of him. Behind he left a little girl who would grow to look JUST LIKE HIM! I love you dad. Love your daughter, Donna Lee