This information about Chuck is taken from The Virtual Wall (www.VirtualWall.org). Charles Vincent Aylor, born 05/10/1946, was a Specialist 4, Infantryman (Airborne Qualified). He was a member of B Co., 1ST BN, 27TH INFANTRY, 25TH INF DIV, USARV.
Chuck's tour of duty began on 10/26/1966. He was killed by small arms fire on 07/12/1967 in Hua Nghia Province, South Vietnam, and his body was recovered.
His name is listed on the Vietnam War Memorial Wall in Washington, D.C. on Panel 23E Line 55.
During a business trip to Washington I was fortunate enough to visit the Wall and to be able to pay my respects to Chuck.
With lots of help from Evelyn Perkins I have set up a series of 4 photos on the EHS Photo Gallery site in memory of Chuck, including his junior year photo and 3 pictures I took of the traveling Vietnam Memorial Wall which happened to be in Lakewood, Calif. earlier this month. Bill Dobberpuhl
If I were attempting to describe Chuck Aylor to anyone,I would try this angle; he was sorta like Richie Cunningham meets Steve Mcqueen.While he had theeasy-going country boy charm/likability of one-he certainly had the coolness & confidence of the other. It was probably his innate, God-given athletic ability that most impressed those of us who futilely sought such virtues Chuck was a natural leader in any sort of physically competitve stuation- most excellent at rising to the challenge.His tact was to get the job /mission done and he would never have tolerated foolishness.Perplexing how all of these incredible attributes could have possibly proved detrimental to healh/longivity in such a confusing quagmire like VietNam in the late 1960s. My point is Chuck would have never layed back just to see how things go for awhile--a young man of his heroic nature would seek out extreme action.Im sure Chuck had no choice in any of these matters. Thank you Chuck Aylor for your service,courage,& heroism- it is only because of warriors such as you that old men can sit by the fire and speculate how it all went down some 47 years ago.
John's comments about Chuck made me chuckle - it also started me thinking about Chuck's behavior on the infamous trip to San Francisco. I mentioned this story in the reflections page about Chuck, Jerry (our friend from Yucaipa) and moi spent the better part of two weeks in San Francisco after graduation. Our mission was to discover what in the world all this hoopla over Haight - Ashbury was, and if as promised, "it" was full of scantilly clad girls running around with flowers in their hair (you must understand the level of Naiveté, each of us thought the "Haight" was a place and not an intersection. So we set out with a trunk full of vodka promising ourselves we would not return until the vodka was depleated. You can imagine our disappointment when we finally found "the intersection of Haight and Ashbury", no wild hippie "chicks" (sorry ladies) were there to take us away to their commune and share our spirits. In time, with no place to stay, $50 between us, one Chevron gas card, and a trunk full of vodka, I called a distant cousin who happened to be managing an apartment complex (mothers think of everything). Feeling rather sorry for us, she took us in and let us live in a furnished apartment that happened to be vacant at the time. By mid-week we had consummed the first case of 1/2 pints and were bored out of our minds when - now pay attention here it comes - Chuck wanted to go home! We told him we were not leaving under any circumstances until the vodka was gone. The next thing we knew, Chuck had two full half-pints, one in each hand, and in less than a minute, he finished both, and then asked, Gee, how much vodka can you drink at one time before you die? Before we could answer his question, Chuck was up and running toward the bathroom where he spent the next 4 hours with his head in the toilet, having wasted two good 1/2 pints of world class vodka - can you imagine....thank you Chuck, at least things picked up after that incident - together we shared a high school memory that still makes me laugh, had we only known what was ahead the following year we may never have left the "Streets of San Francisco."
Chuck was a good loyal friend. I read Don's comments about Chuck when he joined the Air Force and Chuck wanted to join with him. Well, he was going to join the Navy with me on the buddy system in November 1965. I don't know if this is before or after he offered to join with Don. Anyway, we went down to the recruiter's office and took some entry tests and we were all set to join on the buddy system, which meant we would go through boot camp together. Chuck's dad talked him out of joining because he wasn't working at the time and he needed Chuck to stay and help out with the family expenses. Chuck was nearly in tears when he told me he couldn't join up with me. He felt like he really let me down. I told him not to worry and that I understood. Of course Chuck was drafted a short time later and died in combat. It was 3 years later when I saw his mom and dad again at my wedding reception and as soon as we saw each other, they broke down in tears. I felt so bad for them as we hugged each other and wandered about how things could have turned out differently. God Bless you Chuck! You were a friend indeed!
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Tom Glasser
Chuck was killed while serving in Viet Nam. His name is on the Memorial Wall.
Bill Dobberpuhl
This information about Chuck is taken from The Virtual Wall (www.VirtualWall.org). Charles Vincent Aylor, born 05/10/1946, was a Specialist 4, Infantryman (Airborne Qualified). He was a member of B Co., 1ST BN, 27TH INFANTRY, 25TH INF DIV, USARV.
Chuck's tour of duty began on 10/26/1966. He was killed by small arms fire on 07/12/1967 in Hua Nghia Province, South Vietnam, and his body was recovered.
His name is listed on the Vietnam War Memorial Wall in Washington, D.C. on Panel 23E Line 55.
During a business trip to Washington I was fortunate enough to visit the Wall and to be able to pay my respects to Chuck.
Bill Dobberpuhl
Bill Dobberpuhl
With lots of help from Evelyn Perkins I have set up a series of 4 photos on the EHS Photo Gallery site in memory of Chuck, including his junior year photo and 3 pictures I took of the traveling Vietnam Memorial Wall which happened to be in Lakewood, Calif. earlier this month. Bill Dobberpuhl
John Hesse
If I were attempting to describe Chuck Aylor to anyone,I would try this angle; he was sorta like Richie Cunningham meets Steve Mcqueen.While he had theeasy-going country boy charm/likability of one-he certainly had the coolness & confidence of the other. It was probably his innate, God-given athletic ability that most impressed those of us who futilely sought such virtues Chuck was a natural leader in any sort of physically competitve stuation- most excellent at rising to the challenge.His tact was to get the job /mission done and he would never have tolerated foolishness.Perplexing how all of these incredible attributes could have possibly proved detrimental to healh/longivity in such a confusing quagmire like VietNam in the late 1960s. My point is Chuck would have never layed back just to see how things go for awhile--a young man of his heroic nature would seek out extreme action.Im sure Chuck had no choice in any of these matters. Thank you Chuck Aylor for your service,courage,& heroism- it is only because of warriors such as you that old men can sit by the fire and speculate how it all went down some 47 years ago.
Don Josi
John's comments about Chuck made me chuckle - it also started me thinking about Chuck's behavior on the infamous trip to San Francisco. I mentioned this story in the reflections page about Chuck, Jerry (our friend from Yucaipa) and moi spent the better part of two weeks in San Francisco after graduation. Our mission was to discover what in the world all this hoopla over Haight - Ashbury was, and if as promised, "it" was full of scantilly clad girls running around with flowers in their hair (you must understand the level of Naiveté, each of us thought the "Haight" was a place and not an intersection. So we set out with a trunk full of vodka promising ourselves we would not return until the vodka was depleated. You can imagine our disappointment when we finally found "the intersection of Haight and Ashbury", no wild hippie "chicks" (sorry ladies) were there to take us away to their commune and share our spirits. In time, with no place to stay, $50 between us, one Chevron gas card, and a trunk full of vodka, I called a distant cousin who happened to be managing an apartment complex (mothers think of everything). Feeling rather sorry for us, she took us in and let us live in a furnished apartment that happened to be vacant at the time. By mid-week we had consummed the first case of 1/2 pints and were bored out of our minds when - now pay attention here it comes - Chuck wanted to go home! We told him we were not leaving under any circumstances until the vodka was gone. The next thing we knew, Chuck had two full half-pints, one in each hand, and in less than a minute, he finished both, and then asked, Gee, how much vodka can you drink at one time before you die? Before we could answer his question, Chuck was up and running toward the bathroom where he spent the next 4 hours with his head in the toilet, having wasted two good 1/2 pints of world class vodka - can you imagine....thank you Chuck, at least things picked up after that incident - together we shared a high school memory that still makes me laugh, had we only known what was ahead the following year we may never have left the "Streets of San Francisco."
Carl Gunn
Chuck was a good loyal friend. I read Don's comments about Chuck when he joined the Air Force and Chuck wanted to join with him. Well, he was going to join the Navy with me on the buddy system in November 1965. I don't know if this is before or after he offered to join with Don. Anyway, we went down to the recruiter's office and took some entry tests and we were all set to join on the buddy system, which meant we would go through boot camp together. Chuck's dad talked him out of joining because he wasn't working at the time and he needed Chuck to stay and help out with the family expenses. Chuck was nearly in tears when he told me he couldn't join up with me. He felt like he really let me down. I told him not to worry and that I understood. Of course Chuck was drafted a short time later and died in combat. It was 3 years later when I saw his mom and dad again at my wedding reception and as soon as we saw each other, they broke down in tears. I felt so bad for them as we hugged each other and wandered about how things could have turned out differently. God Bless you Chuck! You were a friend indeed!
Evelyn Perkins
Photograph of the Viet Nam Memorial Wall that was in Tucson. There I am, pointing my finger at Chuck Ayler's name.
Dave Kashaks