Louis Hazel

Airman First Class
United States Air Force
16 September 1952 - 08 July 1972
Stockton, California
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Purple Heart, National Defense, Vietnam Service, Vietnam Campaign

The database page for Louis Hazel

10 Feb 1999

This page was requested by Louis' friend,
Derek K. Glendale,
Current E-Mail address unavailable

11 July 2002

Louis, after 30 years I can finally call you by name. I never knew your name that morning you were killed and only recently made contact with one of your squadron buddies. I took the radio call advising Joint Defense Operations Center that you were KIA.

I felt terrible knowing that your family would be in such pain upon learning of your death. You have been in my thoughts daily since that day and will be till my time ends. I wanted you to have this memorial.

"My dead go on suffering in me the pain of living."
- Antonio Porchia -

From one who was there that day,
Charles McCrady

07 Aug 2008

I was stationed in Da Nang, South Vietnam from Dec 1971-Dec 1972. I'm proud to say I was a very good friend of Louis Hazel. We spent a lot of time together during our tour of duty there. I remember the last thing did we together, we went to see the movie Joe Crocker's "Mad Dogs and Englishmen" on the night of the rocket attack that took his life. I will never forget that horrible sight. I think of you and all of the guys I served with in Viet Nam. May God be with you all.

From the Other Side of the Wall
by Patrick Camunes

At first there was no place for us to go until someone put up that black granite Wall. Now, every day and night, my Brothers and my Sisters wait to see the many people from places afar file in front of this Wall. Many stopping briefly, many for hours and some that come on a regular basis. It was hard at first, not that it's gotten any easier, but it seems that many of the attitudes towards that war that we were involved in have changed. I can only pray that the ones on the other side have learned something, and more Walls as this one needn't be built. Several members of my unit, and many that I did not recognize, have called me to the Wall by touching my name that is engraved upon it. The tears aren't necessary but are hard even for me to hold back. Don't feel guilty for not being with me, my Brothers. This was my destiny, as it is yours to be on that side of the Wall.

Touch the Wall, my Brothers, so that we can share in the memories that we had. I have learned to put the bad memories aside and remember only the pleasant times that we had together. Tell our other Brothers out there to come and visit me, not to say Goodbye, but to say Hello and be together again, even for a short time, to ease that pain of loss that we all share.

Today, an irresistible and loving call comes from the Wall. As I approach I can see an elderly lady and as I get closer I recognize her; it's Momma! As much as I have looked forward to this day, I have also regretted it because I didn't know what reaction I would have. Next to her, I suddenly see my wife and immediately think how hard it must have been for her to come to this place, and my mind floods with the pleasant memories of 30 years past. There's a young man in a military uniform standing with his arm around her My God' it's...it has to be my son. Look at him, trying to be the man without a tear in his eye. I yearn to tell him how proud I am, seeing him standing tall, straight and proud in his uniform.

Momma comes closer and touches the Wall and I feel the soft and gentle touch I had not felt in so many years. Dad has crossed to this side of the Wall and through our touch, I try to convey to her that Dad is doing fine and is no longer suffering or feeling pain. I see my wife's courage building as she sees Momma touch the Wall, and she approaches and lays her hand on my waiting hand. All the emotions, feelings, and memories of three decades past flash between our touch and I tell her that it's all right. Carry on with your life and don't worry about me I can see as I look into her eyes that she hears and understands me and a big burden has been lifted from her. I watch as they lay flowers and other memories of my past. My lucky charm that was taken from me and sent to her by my CO. a tattered and worn teddy bear hat I can barely remember having as I grew up as a child, and several medals that I had earned and were presented to my wife. One of them is the Combat Infantryman's Badge that I am very proud of, and I notice that my son is also wearing this award. I had earned mine in the jungles of Vietnam, and he had probably earned his in the deserts of Iraq.

I can tell that they are preparing to leave, and I try to take a mental picture of them together, because I don't know when I will see them again. I wouldn't blame them if they were not to return and can only thank them that I was not forgotten. My wife and Momma near the Wall for one final touch and so many years of indecision, fear, and sorrow are let go. As they turn to leave I feel my tears that had not flowed for so many years, form as if dew drops on the other side of the Wall.

They slowly move away with only a glance over their shoulders. My son suddenly stops and slowly returns. He stands straight and proud in front of me and snaps a salute. Something makes him move to the Wall, and he puts his hand upon the Wall and touches my tears that had formed on the face of the Wall. I can tell that he senses my presence there and the pride and the love that I have for him. He falls to his knees and the tears flow from his eyes, and I try my best to reassure him that it's alright, and the tears do not make him any less of a man.

As he moves back wiping the tears from his eyes, he silently mouths, "God bless you, Dad."... God Bless YOU, Son... We WILL meet someday, but in the meantime, go on your way... there is no hurry... there is no hurry at all.

As I see them walk off in the distance, I yell out to THEM and EVERYONE there today, as loud as I can THANKS FOR REMEMBERING. As others on this side of the Wall join in, I notice that the U.S. Flag that so proudly flies in front of us everyday is flapping and standing proudly straight out in the wind today... THANK YOU ALL FOR REMEMBERING

God bless you, Louis,
for being the friend I needed.

Sgt Larry D Williams
2718 S Helena Way, Aurora, Co. 80013

The point-of-contact for this memorial is
a comrade-in-arms,
Charles McCrady

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With all respect
Jim Schueckler, former CW2, US Army
Ken Davis, Commander, United States Navy (Ret)
Memorial first published on 10 Feb 1999
Last updated 08/09/2008