Relationship: SurvivingMembers of Joe's unit
Monday, December 3, 2001
Remembering a Friend Posted for: JOSEPH DONAT NOEL: Joe, we served together for a year and a half and the day you died is etched inside me forever. I remember the feelings you shared about your girlfriend and the closeness you felt to her. I still cry for you, Joe. I cry for your family. I cry for the time you didn't get to live your life. I'm sorry to tell you that Clint and Nick were also lost a few months after you left us. I hope you are all together now in a peaceful place and I hope to see you again some day. You're in our hearts forever. We will be visiting your resting place this year. In love and brotherhood, Jim Posted by: Jim DeLuco
Relationship: We served together
Wednesday, April 11, 2001 You are still my favorite uncle. Posted for: JOSEPH DONAT NOEL: Uncle Joe. That is how I will always remember you. Mom has some pictures of the picnic we had for you at are house before you left for Vietnam. I was as old as my youngest son is now. I was three. I still remember wondering why you had to go and fight gorillas. All I could think of was McGilla Gorilla. It just didn't make sense. I didn't go to your funeral because mom said I was too young. After you were gone I would find her sitting on her bed in the afternoon and crying. She would never tell me why. I would just see her put your letters away and tell me everything would be ok.
I miss you Joe. I can remember sitting on your lap in the car and you tickling my neck. I was never fast enough to catch you doing it.
Mom still misses you. I went and scared her back in 1988. I was in the Navy and my ship hit a mine. Dad said that he had not seen her like that since the day she had found out you were gone.
Joe I will see you again one day. This time I will catch you when you tickle me.
Posted by: Thomas Mowry
Saturday, September 25, 2004 A True American Hero Posted for: JOSEPH DONAT NOEL: Joe, you were my grandfather's best friend. You'd fallen 24 years before I was born, but my Grandfather still talks of you, and how you guys used ot shoot rats at the dump. Your country called, and you went without question. While useless scum were back here burning their draft cards and smoking pot, you were humping on a lonely LZ somewhere in the 'Nam. When I ask my Grandfather about you, I can still see the hurt in his eyes, and the regret that he didn't serve beside you. I was with my Grandfather the day we found you on the wall, and its the first time I'd ever seen him cry. Joe, I never met you, but you've been an inspiration to me my whole life. I know we'll meet someday, and thank you Joe, because I wouldn't be the man I am today if it weren't for brave souls like you. Posted by:
Monday, April 6, 2009