Feb. 11, 1948
From MORO, ILLINOIS
Casualty was on Sept. 12, 1967
in QUANG TIN, SOUTH VIETNAM
HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
GUN, SMALL ARMS FIRE
26E - - Line 57
Talmadge Wayne Carnell served with the 3rd Battalion, 5th
Marines, M Company. He was Killed In Action during Operation SWIFT.
His name stands proudly on the Mike
3/5 Wall of Honor. Semper Fi, Brother
Marine. We will never forget.
INCIDENT ON 12 SEPT. 67
ON THAT DAY
I LOST A GOOD BUDDY, PFC. T. CARNELL. HE DIED IN MY ARMS . I FEEL
THE GUILT THAT I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO SAVE HIM. I STILL REMEMBER
VIVIDLY THE SOUND OF SPOOKY SO CLOSE TO OUR POSITION. SPOOKY CAME
AROUND TWICE. I REMEMBER IT WAS SUNRISE. AT THIS POINT, WE LAID
BACK AND FELT SAFE BECAUSE IT WASN'T DARK ANYMORE. THE SECOND TIME
SPOOKY STARTED FIRING, MY SQUAD LEADER ASKED ME TO LOOK AND SEE
WHERE SPOOKY WAS FIRING. I LOOKED OVER THE DIKE WE WERE BEHIND AND
HEARD A MONSTROUS SOUND AND SAW DIRT KICKING UP AS IF A RAKE WAS
DIGGING THE DIRT UP. AT THIS TIME I KNEW WE WERE BEING HIT BY SPOOKY.
BEFORE I COULD FINISH YELLING INCOMING, IT ALREADY PASSED THROUGH
OUR POSITION. I REMEMBER BUCKLING UP AND HOPING IT WOULDN'T HURT.
I NOTICED CARNELL
MAKING A FUNNY FACE, IT WAS HIM GETTING HIT. I PICKED HIM UP INTO
MY LAP. I WATCHED HIM MAKE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS BUT HE COULDN'T SPEAK,
THEN HE STOPPED. THE NEXT THING I REMEMBER WAS THE PLATOON GOT TO
US AND SOMEONE WAS CARRYING ME ON THEIR SHOULDER. WE HAD ONE DEAD
AND TWO WOUNDED. I DIDN'T GET HIT. I REMEMBER THEY TAGGED CARNELL
AND PUT HIM ON A CHOPPER, AND THAT WAS THE LAST ANYTHING WAS EVER
SAID OF THE INCIDENT OR CARNELL. I THINK THIS IS PART OF THE TRAGEDIES
WITH GREAT RESPECT
- SEMPER FI,
ELLIOT "RECON" RUBENFELD
Thank God for this web site,
and to Elliot Rubenfeld for comforting him, and answers that have
comforted me. I remember my brother, Talmadge Wayne Carnell, walking
out the front door on my birthday of 1966 to go to Basic at Camp
Pendleton. Tom, as we siblings called him before he decided that
he prefered Wayne in high school, was born in Leachville, AR, and
we all lived in the St. Louis and Roxana, IL areas.
Tom was an Eagle
Scout and in Order of the Arrow the highest rank. He was a first
string, Varsity tackle at Roxana High who played several games with
a broken thumb. He was a Thespian playing Capt. Von Trapp, a guitarist
prefering Dylan, folk music, and Paul Revere. He broke several ladies
hearts when he joined the USMC, and had his eye on a new Mercury
Cougar when he returned.
Tom Grange was his enlistment buddy.
We all remember
Sept.12, 1967 when it all ended. His dog Captain howled shortly
before we were notifed, the first of 2 times in his 14 years here.
We all miss him and thanks to you, my memories are less fuzzy.~William
lost a good friend on Sept.12,1967. Wayne (or Tom) and I went through
high school together. We partied throughout our senior year and
after one such party we made a decision to join the Marine Corps.
We went to the recruiter's office in Alton, Illinois and signed
up for an adventure that we had no idea where it was going to take
us. We were "guaranteed the buddy plan," and that we would
be together all three years. After boot camp he stayed in California
and I was sent to Virgina for 2533 training. The last time Wayne
and I saw each other was New Years, 1967.
My brother who was a 2nd Lt. in the Corps of Engineers got line
032 of Panel 035 east (Vietnam Memorial Wall) on 15Jan1968, while
in Pleiku. I was with 3/1 for 1968-69, south of Da Nang with a trip
into Happy Valley. There is not a day that goes by that I do not
think of both of my brothers, and hurt I feel at their absence.
Semper Fi~ H. Thomas Grange