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Conflict Period:
Vietnam War 1
Branch:
Marine Corps 1
Rank:
Private First Class 1
Birth:
30 Apr 1950 1
Death:
18 Jun 1969 1
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Full Name:
Stephen Orosco 1
Birth:
30 Apr 1950 1
Male 1
Death:
18 Jun 1969 1
Cause: Other Explosive Device 1
Age at Death: 19 1
Body Recovered: Recovered 1
Casualty Date: 18 Jun 1969 1
Casualty Type: Hostile, Died 1
Residence:
Hometown: Tularosa, NM 1
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Marriage:
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 Co 1
Enlistment Type:
Regular 1
Grade:
E2 1
Major Command:
3rd Mar Div 1
Regiment:
9th Marines 1
Service:
Marine Corps 1
Specialty:
Rifleman (USMC) 1
Tour Start Date:
23 Feb 1969 1
Years Served:
1 1
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Religion:
Roman Catholic 1
Race or Ethnicity:
Caucasian 1
Memorial Wall Location:
Line: 81 1
Panel: 22W 1

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Stories

Thank you Marine for your service to this great nation and 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                  ike

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ROY MARTINEZ
MY BEST FRIEND
323 ENGLEHART RD
SAN ANTONIO, TX 78264 USA
FRIEND FROM START FRIEND TILL END
STEPHEN AND I BECAME FRIENDS FROM THE START ONCE BEING ASSIGNED TO OUR UNIT IN VIETNAM, WE TOOK CARE OF EACH OTHER AND SHARED MANY HOME STORIES TO KEEP US GOING. I AM SORRY TO SAY THAT I FEEL HE TOOK CARE OF ME TO LAST DAY OF HIS LIFE, I ONLY WISH SOMEHOW I COULD HAVE DONE THE SAME FOR HIM ONE LAST TIME. I WAS WITH HIM TILL HIS LAST SECONDS,AND THOSE LAST SECONDS I WILL NEVER FORGET. FRIENDS FOREVER ROY
Sunday, August 18, 2002


Charles  Sandoval
chaz_cooks@yahoo.com
Friend
150 Woods End New Braunfels TX 78130 USA
My Children
My name is Charles Sandoval, every year I remember Stevie, I look at my children and remember him. We were kids maybe I was 11 or 12. Stevie was a year older, and like most kids during the summer in Tularosa we were looking for something to do. Tularosa NM is an old Spanish town along the way to Santa Fe, the town had irrigation ditches all through the town and when water was running you could water your lawn, fruit trees, garden etc. Of course every parent told their kids not to play in the ditches because of the danger and of course the kids ignored the danger and floated homemade boats, sticks and anything that would float. Well the water was flowing and Stevie decided that it would be cool to go through the culvert that ran under the street. The water was cold and the day hot so we went through once ignoring the danger of the increasing flow and the rising of the water level in the culvert. If once was fun, twice was better. By the 3rd time the breathing space between the top of the culvert and the rising water was getting smaller Stevie went first and got through I followed and my belt buckle got caught on something in the pipe halfway through. I tried to free my self but the force of the water pushed me forward and I was stuck and the water was rising, fast. I began to panic as the space to breath was getting smaller all the time. Stevie ran across the street came in the culvert behind me went under water and freed my belt buckle. Then we floated to the end of the culvert, within a minute or 2 the culvert was full and the water flow very strong. We were sitting on the bank of the laughing about how narrow an escape I had. Stevie Dad came out and saw what had happened, asked if I was Ok and promptly whipped both of us for being stupid enough to going through the culvert. He took me home and I got another whipping from my father. I never played int he irrigation ditches again. Time went on and Stevie and I went our separate ways and in High School but I never forgot how he saved my life that day. We never spoke of it and it became a childhood memory. Every Memorial day since then and many other days I remember how Stevie put his life in danger to save mine. It did not surprise me when I heard he joined the Marines, he was born with the Spirit of the Marines. I had hear when he left town he told his father he would not be coming back, but he went anyway. I look at my 2 beautiful girls, Anna 28 and Kira 18 now and think if it wasn't for Stevie they might have never been born as I probably would have drown in that culvert. So today I will pull a fig off my tree, in my backyard of my house, sit in the shade and enjoy the sweetness of something I have grown I will think of Stevie and thank him for the goodness in my life. Times have been tough and sometimes I tire of the grind, but I think of Stevie and what I owe him, pick my spirit up and do what needs to be done, I owe him that much at the very least. Charlie in Texas.
May 25, 2009    

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