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Robert Dwain Arnold
Robert Dwain Arnold
Robert Dwain Arnold a US Marine
Robert Dwain Arnold a US Marine
This photo was obtained from Robert Dwain Arnold's sister, Bonnie Arnold Gallegos
Robert Dwain Arnold as a US Marine
Robert Dwain Arnold as a US Marine
This photo was obtained from Robert Dwain Arnold's sister, Bonnie Arnold Gallegos.
Robert Dwain Arnolds Obit
Robert Dwain Arnolds Obit
He Died 11 days before his 18th Birthday.
Robert Dwain Arnold aboard the U.S.S. Monticello on his way to Vietnam Jan 1966[1].JPG
Robert Dwain Arnold aboard the U.S.S. Monticello on his way to Vietnam Jan 1966[1].JPG
Robert Dwain Arnold Obit #1
Robert Dwain Arnold Obit #1
This obit was recieved from Bonnie Arnold Gallegos, Robert's sister on 21 Nov 2009.
More Marine friends at their assigned gun ( 4) Bravo battery Feb '66.JPG
More Marine friends at their assigned gun ( 4) Bravo battery Feb '66.JPG
Tow-headed Bobby (we were both blonde until age 6) determined to lead a calf.  Grandfather Harry giving advice..JPG
Tow-headed Bobby (we were both blonde until age 6) determined to lead a calf. Grandfather Harry giving advice..JPG
Marine who escorted Bob's body home; kept in touch with my parents until my dad died.JPG
Marine who escorted Bob's body home; kept in touch with my parents until my dad died.JPG
One of Bob's Marine friends I corresponded with for four years.JPG
One of Bob's Marine friends I corresponded with for four years.JPG
Some of Bob's Marine friends in Vietnam Feb 1966.JPG
Some of Bob's Marine friends in Vietnam Feb 1966.JPG
Bob's gravestone at Evergreen cemetary, in the Arnold plot, Centerville, Wi.  Marines guarding both ends of plot with Semper Fidelis on the two stones.JPG
Bob's gravestone at Evergreen cemetary, in the Arnold plot, Centerville, Wi. Marines guarding both ends of plot with Semper Fidelis on the two stones.JPG
Bob and a friend from Pennsylvania  Okinawa December 1965.JPG
Bob and a friend from Pennsylvania Okinawa December 1965.JPG
Bob and John William Bell from Pennsylvania Okinawa December 1965.JPG
Bob and friend, San Diego 1965, ready for flight to Okinawa. Thank you Dave and June
Bob and friend, San Diego 1965, ready for flight to Okinawa. Thank you Dave and June
Dave Vietnam 1966, a great friend to Bob and me.JPG
Dave Vietnam 1966, a great friend to Bob and me.JPG
Aboard the U.S.S. Monticello with Bob was this unknown Marine from Bravo
Aboard the U.S.S. Monticello with Bob was this unknown Marine from Bravo
John William Bell from Pennsylvania
Bravo book.JPG
Bravo book.JPG
Bob ordered this book before he was killed. It took us over a year to receive it. Recently found the Lt. Col I was searching for. More to follow.
Bob's Marine brothers from Alpha North  A-1-11 at their reunion in Las Vegas  October 13-17  2012.JPG
Bob's Marine brothers from Alpha North A-1-11 at their reunion in Las Vegas October 13-17 2012.JPG
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Front of t-shirt for Alpha North reunion October 2012.
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Ladies at Alpha North reunion
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Back of t-shirt for Alpha North reunion October 2012 in Las Vegas
Plaque of Bob's medals honoring Bob presented at Alpha North reunion October 16, 2012.JPG
Plaque of Bob's medals honoring Bob presented at Alpha North reunion October 16, 2012.JPG
Bob, Jay Booher from Oregon and John William Bell from Pennsylvania
Bob, Jay Booher from Oregon and John William Bell from Pennsylvania
BONNIE  at Las Vegas reunion October 17, 2012 wearing necklace given to me by my brother's Marine brothers and now my brothers.jpg
BONNIE at Las Vegas reunion October 17, 2012 wearing necklace given to me by my brother's Marine brothers and now my brothers.jpg
Ed Williams, Bonnie and Jay Booher.JPG
Ed Williams, Bonnie and Jay Booher.JPG
Alpha North reunion October 2012
Bonnie and one of my brother's best friends.JPG
Bonnie and one of my brother's best friends.JPG
Bonnie with two Marine brothers.JPG
Bonnie with two Marine brothers.JPG
Bonnie John Dorobek (L) and Tom Harbottle (R)
L to R.....George Wirtz stayed with my brother while he was dying, Bonnie and Jay Booher, a close friend of my brother.
L to R.....George Wirtz stayed with my brother while he was dying, Bonnie and Jay Booher, a close friend of my brother.
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Full Name:
Robert Dwain Arnold 1
Birth:
26 Jul 1947 1
Male 1
Death:
18 Apr 1966 1
Cause: Gun, Small Arms Fire 1
Age at Death: 18 1
Body Recovered: Recovered 1
Casualty Date: 18 Apr 1966 1
Casualty Type: Hostile, Died 1
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Hometown: Galesville, WI 1
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Marital Status: Single 1
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Vietnam War 1

Branch:
Marine Corps 1
Rank:
Private First Class 1
Battalion:
1st Bn 1
Company:
A Btry 1
Enlistment Type:
Regular 1
Grade:
E2 1
Major Command:
3rd Mar Div 1
Regiment:
11th Marines 1
Service:
Marine Corps 1
Specialty:
Field Artillery Cannoneer (USMC) 1
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Protestant - No Denominational Preference 1
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Caucasian 1
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Line: 120 1
Panel: 06E 1
Robert Dwain Arnold Obit:
Update to Obit: Robert was actually abt 3 month shy of turning 19. Confirmed by Bonnie Arnold Gallegos his sister. 2

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Robert Dwain Arnold aboard the U.S.S. Monticello on his way to Vietnam Jan 1966[1].JPG

 

 

Remembering My Brother Robert Dwain Arnold

From the time he was a child, my brother was extremely scrutinizing and inquisitive with a huge amount of courage. He always had the best ideas for getting us into trouble when we were young. I remember five episodes I will share. At age three he climbed to the top of our barn with one hand on the ladder and the other hand holding a pint jar of berries. My father was on the barn roof completing repairs. He said one minute he looked down and saw Bobby picking berries by the windmill and the next minute he heard, “Look daddy, see what I have!" My brother had placed both hands on the pint jar to show his treasure and was teetering on the ladder when my father made a lunge for him, catching him before he fell. Bobby wasn't scared but my father said he shook realizing how close he came to losing him. When I was old enough to tag along with Bobby, there was a day he decided it would be fun to let the calves out of their pens in the barn. It WAS neat running with the little ones. We were laughing and having a lot of fun until my dad walked into the barn and saw the chaos. Helping our father clean up the mess wasn't the job we wanted but he taught us in the best way possible the consequences of a bad choice. There was that hot, July afternoon Bobby decided we should get into the cattle water tank and float for some relief from the heat. We lifted Rex, our dog, into the tank with us. He loved paddling around in that nice cool, clean water. Mom found us and said, "You better get out of there right now!" Our father returned from an auction and made us drain and clean the tank. What a tedious task that was!  Again, we learned in the best way from our mistakes. My mom's folks lived a couple of miles west of us on another farm. We loved visiting our grandparents. The neighbor kids would come to see us and we always found lots to do. It was another hot, dusty day just before the start of the school year. Bobby said, “Let’s go up into the haymow and rake together all of the loose straw. We can make it into a huge pile; go up on the platform halfway to the roof and jump." That sounded like a great idea. We let Bobby jump first, figuring if he didn't get hurt, we would all try it. We were busy for a couple of hours with this adventure and the jumping was unbelievably fun. When we finished, our mother caught sight of us and was very upset. We were covered in dust, chicken feathers and pigeon poop. A bath and clothing change could solve most of the problem but what concerned our mother was the fact that Bobby suffered from asthma and she knew she would be propping him up on pillows and medicating him that night. We were forbidden from engaging in that activity again. Our father had taught us to ride our horses bareback. All you needed was a bridle. That wasn't enough for Bobby. He decided we should ride the cows as well, like bulls were ridden in a rodeo. He couldn't get the bridle on them so he got on a fence and jumped on the back of one. It didn't work well so I decided I wasn't going to go along with that idea. Once again our father let us learn on our own that some ideas aren't good ones. Cows were for milking, not rodeo riding.

Bob was always mischievous. His senior and my sophomore year, he teased me without mercy after I had been voted Christmas Ball queen and didn't want to date his friends or guys in general. The teasing ceased once he was in the Marine Corps. With the exception of one guy, he screened his fellow Marines carefully before he allowed them to write to me. He was extremely protective at that time and absolutely the perfect big brother. I like to think he was shopping for a future brother-in-law, one he felt he would get along well with. He told me if any of the guys around gave me any problems, he would take care of them when he got home.

Bob would stage battles with his plastic men and horses when he was a child. He wanted me to play war with him but it wasn't fun from my perspective. He was always flanking my men and painting red dots on them for blood. I wanted to be outside rescuing birds from cats, cats from dogs and bunnies from whatever. His dream was to go to West Point but he wouldn't crack the books. His teachers said he scored very high on the achievement tests from the state but his grades did not reflect his talent. His teachers would observe him in the school library reading encyclopedias rather than his school texts. He also was an avid reader of all war books and adventure novels. We both enjoyed visiting the Galesville library as kids. In my research of our family tree, I have learned where the huge attraction to the military and outdoor adventures came from. There was a sea captain among the Whitehorns and a knawing hunger for adventure and travel with the Arnold branch. At age 18, our GG grandfather Parley Pratt Stoner secretly signed up for the Civil War. When his parents finally learned about what he had done, they sent his older brother, John, to war to keep an eye on him. Great grandfather Tom Hayter got off the ship in New York and immediately signed up on the side of the north to fight in the Civil War. I was accepted for membership into the D.A.R. after finding at least two of our ancient grandfathers who fought in the Revolutionary War. Our 4th great grandfather, Andrew McWain Jr. was pensioned from the Revolutionary War. In the Ayer line, there was a grandfather who fought as well; his wife, our grandmother, served as a nurse. Of course, our great uncle was in WW 1 and my dad served in the medical corps in France during WW 2 despite the fact he was legally blind in one eye.

Bob enlisted in the Marine Corps in June of 1965. After three months in boot camp and a few weeks of advanced infantry training, he was flown to Okinawa, received advanced Artillery training and was transported aboard the U.S.S. Monticello to South Vietnam. The first operation he was involved in was Double Eagle where the outfit of Marines he was with fought from two man, fox holes, for four days to kill fleeing VC the 101st Airborne was chasing. They were assigned as "Grunts" (Infantry) even though his MOS was Artillery. He was transferred from C to B to A battery. During these few short months he and fellow Marines went on patrols, fired the 105 Howitzers, and were ambushed and mortared.  He sent home a very detailed and deeply disturbing letter describing how they lost three good Marines during an ambush he and fellow Marines were involved in.  The Marines watched their medic die in front of them as they waited for a medavac helicopter.  His life ended at 1:30 A while he was on watch for enemy, protecting the 105's.  In a letter received from the Marine on the gun with him that night, we learned they were the first to spot the enemy coming to attack.  Bob radioed the other guns and started for the tents to wake sleeping buddies.  He was not quite to the tents when the enemy shot him.  He died instantly from multiple gunshot wounds.  His date of death was April 18, 1966.  He had been in the Marine Corps for less than 11 months.  He died three months short of his 19th birthday.

His file is quite large now, but I am only able to include a few items in this media section.  There are some deeply private letters and stories from Bob and some of the Marines he was with that I can't display to protect the privacy of fellow Marines.  Close family will cherish these items I am sure, just as I do.  Years after Bob was killed, the family met two of his Marine buddies and spoke on the phone with two more.  There was one characteristic of Bob that always came up. 

 They all agreed:  "BOB WAS A LOT OF FUN."  We know exactly what they meant.

Bonnie Arnold Gallegos, Robert Dwain Arnold's loving sister.

15 Nov 2009 This letter was sent to me from Bonnie Arnold Gallegos, cj

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you Marine for your service to this great nation and to our Corps....

THE WALL

Standing here in front of the Wall
silently reading your name
solemnly I thank you one and all
Each of you different, yet the same

The list seems forever endless
but I remember your faces
you made the supreme sacrifice, I confess
as I walk slowly with measured paces

Each one of you answered the call
willingly or not, you gave your lives
Rest easy, my Brothers - heroes all
The Nation still survives


"War drew us from our homeland

In the sunlit springtime of our youth.

Those who did not come back alive remain

in perpetual springtime -- forever young --

And a part of them is with us always."

--- Author Unknown ---

God Bless  You

 

To My Dearest Family

To My Dearest Family

 

Some things I'd like to say,

but first of all to let you know

that I arrived okay

I'm writing this from Heaven

where I dwell with God above

where there's no more tears

or sadness there

is just eternal love

Please do not be unhappy

just because I'm out of sight

remember that I'm with you

every morning, noon and night

That day I had to leave you

when my life on Earth was through

God picked me up and hugged me

and He said I welcome you

It's good to have you back again

you were missed while you were gone

as for your dearest family

they'll be here later on

I need you here so badly

as part of My big plan

there's so much that we have to do

to help our mortal man

Then God gave me a list of things

He wished for me to do

and foremost on that list of mine

is to watch and care for you

And I will be beside you

every day and week and year

and when you're sad

I'm standing there

to wipe away the tear

And when you lie in bed at night

the days chores put to flight

God and I are closest to you

in the middle of the night

When you think of my life on Earth

and all those loving years

because you're only human

they are bound to bring you tears

But do not be afraid to cry

it does relieve the pain

remember there would be no flowers

unless there was some rain

I wish that I could tell you

of all that God has planned

but if I were to tell you

you wouldn't understand

But one thing is for certain

though my life on Earth is o're

I am closer to you now

than I ever was before

And to my very many friends

trust God knows what is best

I'm still not far away from you

I'm just beyond the crest

There are rocky roads ahead of you

and many hills to climb

but together we can do it

taking one day at a time

It was always my philosophy

and I'd like it for you too

that as you give unto the World

so the World will give to you

If you can help somebody

who is in sorrow or in pain

then you can say to God at night

my day was not in vain

And now I am contented

that my life it was worthwhile

knowing as I passed along the way

I made somebody smile

So if you meet somebody

who is down and feeling low

just lend a hand to pick him up

as on your way you go

When you are walking

down the street

and you've got me on your mind

I'm walking in your footsteps

only half a step behind

And when you feel the gentle breeze

or the wind upon your face

that's me giving you a great big hug

or just a soft embrace

And when it's time for you to go

from that body to be free

remember you're not going

you are coming here to me

And I will always love you

from that land way up above

Will be in touch again soon

P.S. God sends His Love

 

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