8 Jun 2002 Larry at the age of 7 THE WALL They walk along the granite block, past names all etched in stone. Among so many others here, but fell so alone. So many here to touch a soul that passed so long ago and tears now streak from off your cheek, emotions have to show. There are so many here who wish for the pain to end. Why not reach out a hand to them, to listen, to be a friend. The Wall can bridge the largest gap, it made our nation one. We thank the nurses one and all, and every soldier, my son. Whose names we see forever etched upon the this granite stone. Though painful, make us realize that we are not alone. The sacrifice each one of you made that brings us to this shrine, brings all those closer, left behind, perhaps the grand design. To help the friends and family to understand the call that took your names from off life's list and placed them on this Wall. You fought a war, though unpopular, in Vietnam so far away. and now you've found the greatest peace as we stand here and pray. Beyond the Wall we hope to find the reason for it all. Why, you with pride went far away to answer duty's call. So rest in peace my warrior, my brother, my son too, and rest assured forever more, we will all remember you. The Wall means much to everyone. these names on granite cast. It keeps your memories alive as long as time will last. So look upon the the granite face and touch the names with pride. All their spirits linger there beyond the Wall, inside. - H. D. Hughes - A memorial initiated by his brothers, Barty, Keith and Kevin Shea Larry extended his tour of duty in Vietnam but was able to come home for two weeks before beginning his extension. Those two weeks were the last time we saw him. The two photos immediately below were taken while he was at home. Larry, nephew Mark, and brother Barty Larry, Mom, and Pop when Larry left to return to Vietnam Left, Larry with David Wells; center/right, in barracks near Danang Larry with children and buddies Vietnam; right, in front of an APC We never learned about the injury or growth visible on his cheek.

 

12 Jun 2006 I walked along that long black Wall, with names as far as I could see. Friends I knew in childhood now etched in memories. I've touched their names so many times, remembered them with love. I walk along, the rain pours down, tears from heaven above. I watch a Vet, deep in thought, pain across his face. He walks a mother to the Wall; he's taken his friend's place. She reaches out to touch a name, the one that was her son. They pause together in the rain, their memories a bond. The men who fought, the men who died, their names for all to see Their lives so brief, fallen short, a page in history. We can't forget what they had done, so many years ago. Sacrifices they have made, the bravery they showed. I walked along that long black Wall, crying in the rain. For all those men who've touched our lives, we'll never see again. Catherine Anne McNeill Copyright 1999 Reproduced under 17 USC ï¿ 1/2 107 From his brother, uncle, son and friends, Bethany Lynn Long Keith Morgan Harrod Kevin Glenn and Carla Harrod Mark Anthony Shea Michael Austin Shea Marion and Francis Wininger bartyshea@gmail.com

 

A Note from The Virtual Wall A Troop, 1st of the 10th Cavalry, lost two men on 24 Aug 1969: SP5 Larry Shea and SP4 Bernard P. Bailey of Torrance, California.

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