CHARLES EDWARD BROWN Jr.
Battery C 4/42 Artillery
4th Infantry Division
KIA 11/02/1966
Age: 24
Race: Caucasian
Sex: Male
Date of Birth Sep 29, 1942
From: SPRINGFIELD, VA
Religion: EPISCOPAL, ANGLICAN
Marital Status: Married
1LT - O2 - Army - Regular
MOS: 1193: Field Artillery Unit Commander
Length of service 2 years
His tour began on Jul 23, 1966
Casualty was on Nov 2, 1966
In , SOUTH VIETNAM
NON-HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
OTHER ACCIDENT
Body was recovered
Panel 12E - Line 9
LT Charles E. Brown's decorations
Charles Edward Brown, Jr., who
matriculated at Yale with the Class of 1964, left after freshman
year and accepted
an appointment to the U.S. Military Academy in their Class of
1965. He was commissioned a First Lieutenant in the artillery
and began his tour in Vietnam on 23 July 1966 as a member of
Battery C, 4th Battalion, 42nd Artillery, 4th Infantry Division,
US Army.
He died 2 November 1966 in Vietnam as the result of injuries
received while supervising the loading of ammunition into a
helicopter
when a bundle of ammunition fell causing injury.
Below, courtesy of the West Point Association of Graduates, is
the obituary that appeared in the Winter 1970 issue of the
Assembly,
the former alumni magazine for West Point graduates.
Charles Edward Brown, Jr.
U.S. Military Academy Class of 1965
Died 2 November 1966 in Vietnam, aged 24 years.
Interment: West Point Cemetery, West Point, New York
To the young man about to he tagged New Cadet Brown, C. E., that
yawning sallyport might have been heaven's main portal,
and that sharp 1961 Beast Detail a welcoming committee of angels.
This was it! For longer than anyone could recall, his dreams had
focused on West Point. He had looked on all other opportunities
mainly as preparing him for this. He had grown up among West
Pointers, including three in his own family. His maternal
grandfather
(Ronald DeVore Johnson, 09), whom he idolized, had given
him a shining image of the West Point graduate.
Now at last Charlie had the chance to become one of these elite
men.
Nearing nineteen, he packed two hundred pounds of solid strength
on a six-foot frame. He had stamina and coordination
for the rugged tasks ahead -- developed easily and naturally
through the years of competitive sports and the discipline of
hard physical labor.
Hopkins Grammar in New Haven had shown him glimpses of greatness
and made him aware of his own intellect.
Freshman year at Yale University had provided time and
stimulation to search deeply for his life's purpose.
It was no boy's whim, but a young man's thoughtful decision that
made him say his thanks and goodbye to Yale
when Congressman Giaimo of Connecticut, rewarding Charlie's merit
and single-minded persistence, offered him
a principal appointment to the USMA Class of 1965.
And so he came, eagerly, joyfully, bringing gifts for his Alma
Mater. All of nature's endowments, and all that he had made of
them,
he offered earnestly and without reservation. One thing he asked
in return: Make me a West Pointer!
It is amusing to speculate on who was the more confounded those
first few days -- Charlie Brown by the Beasties'
impregnable sternness, or the Beasties, by his irrepressible
happiness at being hounded by them. They surely must have judged
him
blasé, and put him down for special attention. How could they
make allowances for the fact that he was in love with the whole
Idea?
A human character is too complex to encompass with words. To us,
his friends and relatives, Charlie's total nature was decent,
honest, and true -- essentially simple and lacking in guile. He
was direct and eager in seeking the friendships of those whom he
admired,
and his outstanding qualities as a friend were enthusiasm and
loyalty.
It was self-evident to Charlie that a soldier should love his
country and be ready to defend it and that he, as a cadet, should
be proud
of West Point and of himself for being part of it. He was moved
by the beauty of a full dress parade or an inspiring chapel
service,
by the spiritual force of Taps at graveside, and by the
pageantry, the tumult, the surging voice of the Corps at a
hard-fought football game.
For Charlie, as for his classmates, this was a time of growth and
maturing -- learning more about his own real nature and that
of his fellows. His cadet years were, overall, a smooth and easy
passage. He watched with unbounded pride as the Academy
made him into a man -- strong in body and character, keen, alert,
purposeful.
As graduation approached, we realized that Charlie had found his
love and his life's full meaning in the person of a young lady
named Joan Bucknam. It was a delightful coincidence that Joan's
father and Charlie's were USMA classmates (34)
and there was already a bond of friendship between the
in-laws-to-be.
As she later expressed it, Ruth Bucknam, Joan's mother, found
beneath Charlie's solid and forceful personality a fine, delicate
sensitivity.
In nature, in music, in books, and in people, she found Charlie
always in search of tenderness and beauty.
And Ralph, Joan's father, says, "To me he was a son. I was
proud of his unswerving devotion to duty, his concern over his
enlisted men,
and his knowledge of his profession. I am sure that he would have
made a real mark in his profession."
The summer of 1965 was a memorable whirl of excited goings and
comings: Joan's graduation from Vassar three days
before Charlie's from USMA; then jump school with plans for an
early fall wedding; then weekly revisions of plans, each setting
the wedding earlier than the last. Finally, a beautiful ceremony
on July 31st in the Cadet Chapel and an unforgettable reception
in the Officers' Mess.
After one happy year of stateside life together, mostly at Fort
Lewis, Joan and Charlie received the long-expected alert for his
unit.
There was one last visit back East with the families, and then a
difficult farewell.
Charlie went out to Vietnam with a professional's full knowledge
of what awaited his unit. But his leave-taking was casual,
as befits a soldier. There was unspoken yet dearly expressed love
for all of us. He went proudly and confidently, buoyed by
our love for him. He went with a West Pointer's heart for his
duty. He had great plans and hopes for a life to be shared with
all of us.
But this job was to be done first.
And then in November came the tragic news that he had been killed
in a combat accident.
Word from many sources has told us what splendid leadership and
dedication he gave to this, his last duty. Those who served with
him
admired and respected him; throughout his battalion they felt a
deep sense of loss after his death.
Now that he is gone, we see our Charlie more dearly than ever
before. We are awed and grateful that he was one of us.
We know now that the central motivating force of his life was
simply to please and honor -- and earn the approval of those he
loved.
His wife, his parents, his parents-in-law, his brother and
sister, his grandparents, his friends, and the men he was
responsible for --
these were the people from whom he drew his strength. And there
was his beloved Alma Mater with her long gray line of loyal sons
which he had so proudly joined.
He wanted his life always to honor them and show his faith in
them.
Well done! Well done, indeed, our son!
Top photo and above text taken from the website:
Charles E. Brown Jr. is buried in the cemetery at West Point
Grave marker for Charles E. Brown
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COLONEL CHARLES EDWARD BROWN
1st Lieutenant Charles E. Brown
Jr.'s father, Colonel Charles E. Brown, was also a graduate of
the US Military Academy, Class of 1934. Colonel Brown served with
distinction during World War II,
earning the Silver Star, Legion of Merit, three Bronze Stars, the
Purple Heart and the Combat Infantryman Badge.
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