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GREGORY JAMES EVANS PFC - E3 - Army - Regular 101st Airborne Division Length of service 1 years His tour began on Dec 12, 1967 Casualty was on Feb 18, 1968 In QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM Hostile, died of wounds, GROUND CASUALTY MULTIPLE FRAGMENTATION WOUNDS Body was recovered Panel 40E - Line 3

Ernesto Encinas friend Evans & I met in Ft. Campbell, KY., during the summer of 1967. We were both medics assigned to HHC, 1/501st Infantry, 2nd Bde. We trained for the upcoming deployment of the 2nd & 3rd Bdes of the 101st ABN. to Vietnam in December, 1967. He & several of us got to be good friends. Greg was a very nice guy with a very pleasant personality that enabled him to get along with everyone he met. We spent Christmas & New Year's holidays in Cu Chi. He was the first medic casuality & all of us were very saddened upon being informed. May 8, 2008

Manuel Pino Bco 2/8th 1st Cav 68-69

D/1/501st Inf Rgt, 101st ABN Div Jul 26, 2007

Norman Campbell Same platoon. I knew Greg Evans as a good medic. He died rushing forward to aid a previously wounded trooper who got hit in fierce fighting. Tuesday, June 29, 1999



Fellow Eagle THE BROTHERHOOD OF EAGLES SALUTES YOU. I know the perils you faced and the strength you possessed. You stood tall, answered your country's call, and gave all that you had for your brothers and country. You were part of the greatest unit ever, and I'm proud to be of the same Brotherhood that you served with honor and courage. You are not forgotten, nor will you ever be forgotten, as you will remain forever in the memory of every Screaming Eagle that has "Been There and Done That". We will all meet again when all of the Eagles are called home. Continue to stand tall my brother, for you are still in Eagle Country and now soaring with the elite. A Fellow Eagle, 2/506th (Currahee), 101st Airborne, RVN (A Shau Valley & DMZ), '68-'69. Monday, March 07, 2005

Manuel Pino Jr Fellow Medic NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die Sunday, September 25, 2005