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Departed U.S. Marines of the Korean DMZ, Section 1


Doyle R Arendall

Doyle Ray Arendall was from St. Louis, Missouri. He was a Private First Class in the company. He was born on April 1, 1935 and was killed in the line of duty while on patrol in the Demilitarized Zone in Korea on October 26, 1954.

Doyle is buried at Section 72, Site 895, Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery 2900 Sheridan Road, St. Louis, MO 63125.



"I helped carry Doyle out of the DMZ after he was hit. They wouldn't let a helicopter land in the zone. We used metal stakes and a couple of jackets to carry him on. He had a head wound that was bleeding very badly. No one thought he was that seriously wounded and were surprised when we heard that he had died. I have no pictures, he wasn't in the 1st platoon as I was. But I remember he was maybe 5'11" or so with very dark hair. Although Arendall isn't Italian he looked as though he was."



"The 5th Marine Engineers were in the zone to clear mine paths for the UN peace keepers so they would have safe access when discussing posible line violations. They had to go in unarmed. We, the DMZ Police, were there to provide protection and to insure things went OK. The engineers came to a small creek and didn't want to get their feet wet so they decided to cut down a tree to use for a bridge. They cleared a path out to the tree but failed to clear a path for where the tree would fall. The tree fell on a betty mine and it went off. The tree prevented the mine from going up in the air before it exploded, so it didn't do as much damage as it could have. Doyle received a head wound, a few others, all enginners were hit also but none died. The engineer right in front of me got hit in the back probably saving me some damage. I believe all the others hit were able to walk out of the zone to the helicopter except for Doyle. When carried out Doyle was able to talk but the wound looked bad, someone said all head wounds bleed a lot so we all thought it looked worse than it was. Everyone was shocked to hear that he didn't make it."


You were all so young when you died
and with all my honesty, to this day I never knew why.
All of my life I have been haunted as to why it was you and not I.
As God is my witness you define Semper Fi.

I saw some of you this very morning at 2:00 a.m.
You awakened me from my sleep screaming for help,
but as hard as I try I can never reach you.
Perhaps it is because you look down from your place so high.
I know you are seated at the right hand of God,
You define Semper Fi.

From my same dream I saw an old man in the mirror of life
I questioned him carefully through a nervous cry
Why were they all so young when they died? Why was it them and not I?
I recognized the old man as myself, and was shocked with his reply.
Oh you fool, do you not know why?
They were so much greater than you and I.
They were picked by God to define Semper Fi.

There are those who tell me that because of war, I am cursed.
I tell them, I saw some give it all up only a few years after their birth.
Those who tell me I must forget, I just ignore.
Do you not see? I must live with their memory all the days of my life
because out of it all they were the ones who made the supreme sacrifice
I was fortunate enough to have known them in their strife.
They were heroes enough to have been picked by God,to define Semper Fi.

I now know that in the twilight of my fall
I can live with it all, because once upon a time, in the prime of my youth
I knew a few good men who in honor stood tall.
They are the few and proud that I have known,
who made the sacrifice and answered the call.
As long as I live I will always have their picture in my mental file
because it is them alone who were picked by God, to define Semper Fi.

Written June -1998 Copyright-1998 ©
Sgt Ronald Paul Richoux, Sr. USMC 1182623 


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