Conflict Period:
Vietnam War 1
Navy 1
Boatswain's Mate Third Class (Navy) 1
02 May 1938 1
24 Jan 1968 1

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Full Name:
Charles Mott White, Sr 1
02 May 1938 1
Male 1
24 Jan 1968 1
Cause: Other Explosive Device 1
Age at Death: 29 1
Body Recovered: Recovered 1
Casualty Type: Hostile, Died While Missing 1
Hometown: Lathrop, CA 1
Marital Status: Married 1

Vietnam War 1

Navy 1
Boatswain's Mate Third Class (Navy) 1
Enlistment Type:
Regular 1
E4 1
Major Command:
Navy 1
Boatswain's Mate (NAVY) 1
Tour Start Date:
15 Jul 1967 1
Years Served:
10 1
Protestant - No Denominational Preference 1
Race or Ethnicity:
Caucasian 1
Memorial Wall Location:
Line: 28 1
Panel: 35E 1

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a friend charlie was my friend

charlie was a very good friend. the night before he and i both left to go to where we were assigned we talked a lot and i found out how he cared for kids and his life back home. all he wanted was to do his job and never use his weapon. he was good

My name is Jon Eydel. I was on the 918 the day it was blown up. I remember Mike and Charlie and how they died that day. There was another guy with us who was new, never knew what happened to him.

Jon Eydel my name is jaimy Roquemore, my dad is tom(rock) he was one of the ones that pulled you out after the explosion if you are the right one. He said were you on the front of the boat on the chili concarde's, he was the boat yall passed right before the explosion. were you the fireman or seaman dad said? He has had a hard time coping with what happened and has tried to find yall and would like to talk to you, please call him at 828-284-1603. he talks about charlie and micheal stephens all the time, Thanks from the son of a river rat

Charlie My dad was the one you called Rock, You are not forgotten. Not a day goes by dad dont think about you and Micheal Stephens, Ive grown up hearing about you my whole life and want you to know I thank you for your service and know you are in heaven!! Jaimy Roquemore, son of a River Rat!!!!!

Charles White on PCF-10

I have just this year read the information and was saddened to see that Charles White was killed in action.  I was OinC of PCF-10, his previous duty station.

Charles White was one of my crew members on the 10 boat, a tour of duty that went from August 1968 to July 1969.  We were stationed at An Thoi, Phu Quoc Island off the west coast of Vietnam.  The story that he told us when we assembled as a crew in San Diego was that he had been a BM2 but was reduced to BMSN for a small incident in Subic Bay, Philippines when he and some fellow BM’s got drunk and went over to the carrier piers and tried to chop the mooring lines of the carrier that had just arrived.  This was in retaliation for the price of drinks going up in Olongapo after the carrier arrived.  I can’t vouch for this put it sounds like something Chuck would do.

I was very fortunate to have Charles White as a crew member became he acted like and had the skill set of a BM2.  I also had a BM1, James Taylor and an EN1, Gordon Jones in my crew which made us the most senior staffed boat in the division.  Chuck manned the after .50cal/.81mm when we went to general quarters and he was especially helpful in that he was the only one in the crew who was able to go over the side and cut out the fishnet that was constantly getting wrapped up in the screws.  He was also a key contributor in that he was able to locate plenty of the local beer when we went in to Ha Tien on the mainland for R&R.

If have added some pictures of Chuck to this website and if anyone would like, I would be happy to send them a CD with pictures of Chuck and the crew during our tour of duty at An Thoi.  Just send me your mailing address.  I am at

Poem "918" I wrote in the 1980"s


Vietnam was the scene

On a boat called the 918.

It was in the early morning light,

A crew of four who were so tight.

But how were they to know

On this day, all were to be laid low.


Up ahead another boat did ride,

On the bow stood the new guy and I.

In the con sat Charlie and Mike,

Kicked back, feeling alright.

When suddenly the world turned upside down,

I felt myself spinning around, around.


For in a moment eye

The boat exploded into the sky.

Half of it was blown to bits,

Mike and Charlie went along with it.

The new guy was thrown away,

The river swallowed me that day.


Written by

Jon M Eydel

‘nam 67-68

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