Edgar Bowie Lueallen
Sergeant, United States Army
December 7, 1945 to April 16, 1966
Edgar B Lueallen is on the Vietnam Veterans
Memorial, panel 06E line 117.
Those of us who had the opportunity to know
you called you "Bowie." It was more fitting for you.
Even though I never had the chance to know you as much as I
wanted, I still remember your wonderful smile and that little
dimple in your chin, and your sense of humor. I remember watching
you and your side-kick, Horace, play football -- Go Golden
Eagles!! I remember seeing you just a few nights before you
shipped out, and you asked me to write you. Bowie, I said I would
but I'm so sorry that I didn't get the chance to write to you.
You left around Christmas, and the time passed. Just a few days
after Becky reminded me to write you, we received that horrible
news! You looked so handsome in your uniform, Bowie, and even
though I hadn't met all of your family, they were all wonderful
that day -- such a hard day for them but they stood tall and
proud of their son, grandson, nephew, brother, cousin.
I'm married and have 3 children, ages 27, 26
and 11. I have a wonderful husband. He was in Viet Nam also --
two tours with the USAF. We have visited The Wall in Washington,
D.C. You would be so pleased and proud of it. It's so incredibly
awesome. I found your name and of course, your best bud's name,
Horace, on the wall. It was a very emotional time; it brought
back so many memories, as if it had all just happened the day
before. My husband has had a difficult time dealing with his
emotions since he came back, but after we went to The Wall, he's
a lot better. He was able to be with all of you together in one
place and talk to all of you, whether he knew you or not, you
were comrades serving the same purpose, following the same
orders. We live near Atlanta now, Bowie, after traveling around
the east coast for about 20 years. I wish you and Horace were
here so we could talk about some of the old times. Oh, by the
way, our 'ole JHS isn't there anymore. They just built a new one
and the old one is gone -- if the walls could only talk, right.
I don't know why I'm telling you all this
because I know you're in a place of happiness, and peace and full
of knowledge so you probably already know everything I'm telling
you. But I just needed to write you, since I didn't get the
chance to do it when I should have. Like that old saying,
"don't put off until tomorrow, what you can do today."
Thank you for serving our country and for your ultimate
My husband and I and all the Viet Nam veterans
will never allow the names of those on The Wall to be forgotten.
Your friend and fellow high school graduate of
1965, Ann Dorries Prosek, firstname.lastname@example.org
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