Michael James O'Neill
Private First Class
CAP HOTEL 10, 3RD CAG, COMBINED ACTION, III MAF United States Marine Corps Minneapolis, Minnesota October 13, 1949 to August 18, 1968 MICHAEL J O'NEILL is on the Wall at Panel W48, Line 46 |
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PFC MICHAEL JAMES O'NEILL
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Michael James O'NeillPrivate First ClassCAP HOTEL 10 (LANG CO), 3RD CAG, COMBINED ACTION PROGRAM, 3RD MAF United States Marine Corps 13 October 1949 - 18 August 1968 Minneapolis, Minnesota Panel 48W Line 046 |
Mike "Sleepy" O'Neill was a fellow CAP Marine. He died on August 18, 1968, along with Sgt Joe Cerrone and several villagers in the Lang Co Ville. He was firing an M60 machine gun when he and Joe were killed by a V.C. rocket propelled grenade. Another Memorial Day has come and gone. Two of Sleepy's brothers, Ed Ryan and I, remember Sleepy and Joe Cerrone who fell together that night. We can't speak for anyone else, but as long as we live and breath these two Heros will never be forgotten. They accepted the challenge and rose to the task of fighting for the freedom of an oppressed people and will always be remembered. In the words of another Marine Hero, Sergeant Major Daley,
SEMPER FI, Sleepy, We will meet again. Mike Cone5249 Wellington Park Circle, B35, Orlando, Florida, 32839 puc422@park-central.net |
Mike (Sleepy) O'Neill was a CAP Marine, serving with 3rd Combined Action Group, Hotel 10, Lang Co village. On 18 Aug 68 it was raining all night, visibility was poor and radio communication was weak, our unit was hit hard and we lost two fine Marines. Two Marines made the ultimate sacrifice for their Country. It has been 35 years since 18 Aug 68. To some, 35 years is a long time, BUT to me and CAP Marine Mike Cone it seems like yesterday. There is not a day that goes by when I don't remember you and Joe Cerrone in my prayers. Your spirit is alive and strong. You will never be forgotten. Rest in eternal Peace, my "BROTHER"
Semper Fi, Marine
MAY 30, 2005
Mike, today is Memorial Day. I'm making a visit to the Montrose VA Hospital in New York for a Memorial Day Ceremony. Today, I will tell all of the Veterans and Guests how you and Joe gave your lives for us August 18, 1968 in Lang Co Village, Vietnam. The way I felt when I visited "The Wall" in Washington, DC and touched your name for the first time. The chill that traveled through every nerve, ever muscle, and the tears I left at the base of "The Wall". This August 18th will be 37 years you left us. Always in my heart and Prayers. Semper Fi, Marine, Rest in Peace. Ed
Ed Ryan Gunnery Sergeant, USMC (Ret) GunnyRyan@aol.com |
REMEMBEREDPhoto courtesy of his sister,Kathy Roberts kathy137@peoplepc.com |
Another Memorial Day is just around the corner but this one is even more memorable than the rest. Just about a month ago, my sister, Kathy, came upon this memorial to my brother, Mike, and since then some of our family have been in contact with Ed Ryan and Mike Cone via email. It was such a shock to find that there are still people out there who grieve for my brother. It is also such a comfort to know that someone was with Mike when he was killed. I think of Mike often, he and I were very close. I wonder what he might have looked like now, if he would have been married and had children. His picture and his flag are in my living room to remind me what he gave up for his country. This August 18th will be 36 years since we lost Mike. Many things are forgotten over the years but Mike will never be forgotten and will always be loved. Mike, I wish you were here. The family would like to thank Ed Ryan and Mike Cone for being there for Mike and for remembering him. Our thoughts go out to the family of Joe Cerrone who was lost that night along with Mike.
From his sister, 03 May 2006
In memory of my brother on this Memorial Day FREEDOM IS NOT FREE.I watched the flag pass by one day.It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, and then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night,
I thought about a graveyard
From his sister, 21 May 2007
In Loving Memory of our brother...
One gift, above all others
The precious, poignant tender gift
It brings back long remembered things
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