PFC.
TIMOTHY EDWARD SHANOWER
Born
on June 11, 1948
From PERRYSBURG, OHIO
Casualty was on Sept. 3, 1968
in QUANG NAM, SOUTH VIETNAM
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Timothy
Shanower
(Boot Camp picture courtesy of Lonie Addis)
Pfc.
Timothy Shanower served with the 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines,
Mike Company. He was Killed In Action during Operation MAMELUKE THRUST.
His name stands proudly on the Mike 3/5 Wall of Honor
alongside the Marines he fought and died with. Semper fi, Brother.
We will never forget.
Operation MAMELUKE THRUST
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to enlarge)
Vietnam,
Sept. '68
Best
of the Best
He
was the best and the brightest of our generation. Being in his presence,
you swore he belonged more in a Chemistry Lab at Ohio State University,
then as a Marine with Viet-Nam looming in his future. As a recruit
at MCRD, San Diego, he began to shine. First carrying the guideiron
of Platoon 135, then as Platoon Honorman.
Later
he became Series Honorman, being the best out of 320 Marines. But
Tim would have come out on top if it were 320,000. As the rest of
us grow older, that kid of 20 that was struck down in '68, will forever
be out in front of us carrying the guideiron of Platoon 135 to the
echoing cadence of our DI’s.~Lonie
Addis
Letter
from Tim's sister
Here's
the pictures to add to Tim's Memorial page. I had a nice talk with
Larry Walters and his son (Larry was there when Tim was killed). My
brothers and I will be meeting them in the near future. Thanks so
much, Debbie Siegel
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to enlarge)
Mom
and Pop upon Tim's arrival at home from Boot Camp
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to enlarge)
Last chance for
Pop to hold his baby. The one with Mom and Dad was taken at the airport,
it was the last time we saw Tim alive. There was also a picture of
the United Airlines plane that took him away (not included). The irony
of that is, 5 years later I became a flight attendant for that airline.
Tim,
Debbie and his buddy, "Ray"
Tim
and Buddies
Poem Tim's mother had saved with his pictures
I
WATCHED HIM GO
I
had long known it had to come and I was proud.
But still, I am His Mother
and still He is my Son, my little Son-
mothers are like that.
This morning He said "goodbye";
I
watched His tall, strong figure
swinging down the road.
Once He turned and smiled,
His lovely, loving smile,
and waved - then He was gone.
Of
course, I shall see Him,
I hope to follow Him
before too long.
But,
Ah, how empty this small house is
now He is gone, - how lonely!
not to see Him, care for Him,
hear His kind, warm voice!
No
more the quiet talks of evenings
when after supper, we would sit
and He would tell me wonderful things.
Since Joseph died, - dear Joseph! He has been my comfort
God,
I understand, I know, and I am glad.
Forgive my mother's longing!
forgive me that I feel
the sword within my heart!
-Mary
Willis Shelburne
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