Conflict Period:
Vietnam War 1
Army 1
Corporal 2
13 Feb 1949 2
25 Feb 1969 2

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Full Name:
Walton Garland Daley 2
13 Feb 1949 2
Male 2
25 Feb 1969 2
Cause: Gun, Small Arms Fire 2
Age at Death: 20 2
Body Recovered: Recovered 2
Casualty Date: 25 Feb 1969 2
Casualty Type: Hostile, Died 2
Hometown: New York, NY 2
Marital Status: Single 2

Vietnam War 1

Army 1
Corporal 2
2nd Bn 2
B Co 2
Enlistment Type:
Regular 2
+ E3 2
Major Command:
25th Inf Div 2
2nd Platoon 3
27th Infantry 2
Army 2
Light Weapons Infantry (ARMY) 2
Tour Start Date:
05 Jan 1969 2
Years Served:
0 2
Roman Catholic 2
Race or Ethnicity:
African-American 2
Memorial Wall Location:
Line: 45 2
Panel: 31W 2

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Walton G Daley was with the 2nd Pltn Bravo Co 2/27 Wolfhounds 25th Infanyrt Division at Patrol Base Diamond 1 near the Cambodian border when he was killed by shrapnel from an incoming mortar round during a night ground attack by NVA soldiers on Feb 25, 1969. by Gerald Maddock

In Remembrance Of Walton G. Daley

Star Valley, AZ

PFC Daley started his tour in Vietnam on Jan 5, 1969 and was assigned to the 2nd Pltn Bravo Co 2/27 Wolfhounds 25th Inf Div working out of Cu Chi Base Camp. I remember the night, Feb 24, and early morning of Feb 25, at a small patrol base called Diamond near the Cambodia border. We were prepared for a follow up ground attack from a previous attack two nights prior. We had Vietnamese nationals coming up to our wire in the late afternoon saying "bocoupe NVA coming". As darkness approached, we could look out in three directions and see huge bonfires burning. We were told that the enemy was getting "potted up" to help them get up the courage to attack us. Shortly after dark, the first RPG's started coming in, and that nights battle had started. There would be peaks to the onslaught of mortars, rockets and RPG's coming into the perimeter. Then there would be lulls, when our supporting artillery and air strikes would bombard the areas around and out away from the small perimeter. This went on, back and forth, until shortly after midnight. At this point, the enemy began an intense volley of incoming munitions toward and into the perimeter. This is when they sent in their sappers to try to reach the wire to blow holes in it with bangalor torpedoes, followed by sappers with satchel charges strapped to themselves, their goal being to breach our perimeter. Then followed by a human wave of enemy soldiers coming at us to continue the attack. As this all started and proceeded, PFC Walton Daley was assigned to be down in a corner bunker manning the hand fired detonators connected by wires to several claymore mines that were positioned out in front of his bunker and between the two rows of razor wire. He had been instructed to blow the claymores when the enemy hit and/or was in the wire. Everyone else at his bunker was outside firing from behind the bunker or from the trenches between bunkers. During the fury of the firefight, Daley kept raising up to look out thru the rifle port hole in the front of the bunker. A fellow soldier on the outside, near the back of the bunker, kept telling him to stay down, that he would tell him when to fire the claymores. But the last time he raised up to look out, a mortar round hit out front of the bunker and a piece of shrapnel hit him in the jugular vein and he feel down in the bunker and started bleeding out. After the concussion from the explosion, the fellow soldier realized that Daley was hit, so he called for a medic and jumped down in the bunker to try to stop the bleeding. The medic arrived and proceeded to help stop the bleeding, but their efforts were in vain, he died there in the bunker while under intense mortar bombardment and fire from the enemy.

~ You will never be forgotten ~

~ Rest in peace, brother ~

Submitted by Gerald Maddock representing the members of the 2nd Platoon.

In Memory Of Walton "Jr" Daley

Star Valley, AZ

In the summer of 1968, Walton Daley, which we called him "Jr", had been living with his father and stepmother for about three years in California.  For a reason I'll never actually know, he and my mother quarreled, and the next thing I knew, he left us, hitchhiking clear across the country to New York, only to enlist, on purpose I suspect, just to get away. Then the news came 6 months later, that on Feb 25, 1969 he had been killed in Vietnam, and my father never quite recovered. So, I've been telling my now 12 year old daughter of the guitar toting, rock and roll singing brother I had gotten to know for only 3 short years (from my age 6-9), who came to live with us in California, to start something meaningful in his life for himself. I have held his memory in my heart since I was 9, and last year, during a grad school project where we were asked to research our ancestors, I stumbled upon the "Virtual Wall".  I had visited the actual wall in D.C., but this was an amazing opportunity to "leave a legacy" on the wall by using the I did. So many years after losing him, I still love him as my brother. ~ By his stepsister, Karen Wray

Junior, the beloved son, brother, uncle

Rockland County, New York

I am "Junior's" little sister, Hope. It is so heart warming to see Mr. Maddock that you have preserved his memory and that you have created a place for a part of his story to be told. I was so young when i first met him and unfortunately and tragically he would die shortly after that meeting but the short time that I did get to spend with him will forever be etched in my memory. He loved his Mother and his sisters so much he hitchhiked all the way from California to Brooklyn, New York to get back to our mom and his sisters.  All these years later, I am fortunate enough to be the mother of a daughter and a son. I have made sure to always tell them about their Uncle Junior and his ultimate sacrafice for this country. They know in many ways all of their accomplishments are in his honor. My two older sisters and I celebrate him all the time, he lives on in our lives and our children's lives. We will always love him and keep his memory alive. Thank you for helping us to do that. 

Hope Daley-Derry

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