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One Veteran's Vow To His Best Friend Is Finally Kept

This story is being repeated more and more these days.   The Joint POW/MIA Command organizes 90-100  missions each year all over the world trying to recover the remains of service members listed as missing from WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and the Cold War.  Every month they positively identify six to eight of the MIA's and take them off the list.

That is just one side of the story, of course.  The other is the side of the personal stories of each of those missing service members, and the long-suffering that their families and friends have endured over the years and decades since they went missing in action.  

A member of my old unit, 3rd Recon Bn, 3rd Marines, sent me a story this morning about a Recon Marine whose remains have been recently found and identified. They are being returned to his family.  His story is very moving and includes the dedication of his best friend who survived the terrible event and what it means to the family to finally have him home to be buried next to his father out on York Island in the isolated and very beautiful Apostle Island group in Lake Superior, off of the Bayfield Peninsula of Wisconsin.

His name was Merlin Raye Allen.  He was from that beautiful part of Wisconsin, way up north on the shores of Lake Superior.  His best friend, Jeff Savelkoul, a fellow Marine, was a midwesterner too, from Minnesota.  Forty six years ago, on July 30, 1967, they were 20 year-olds, part of an 8 man Recon team being flown  on a CH-46A  to a landing zone where they would commence their reconnaissance mission.  

Their team had a reputation of carrying ace of spades playing cards with them to leave behind to show let the enemy know that they had been there, that 'eyes' had been on them.    Allen was the radio operator for the team.  Savelkoul remembers what happened as if it was yesterday.  As they approached the landing zone the jungle lit up with rifle fire.  You could see the bullets making holes of light in the skin  of the helicopter.  The pilot tried to get some altitude to get out of the fire zone, but suddenly a rocket came out of the trees and made a direct hit, cutting through fuel lines.  The interior went up in flames and black smoke.  

When that happened Savelkoul was blown out the gunners door and fell through the trees.  He broke several bones and had been burned over 65% of his body.  He was one of only 4 to survive.  One of them died of his wounds within days and another was killed in action only a few weeks later.  

One of the Joint U.S. and Vietnamese POW/MIA Command teams recently located and excavated the crash site in Thua Thien-Hue.  They were able to identify Merlin Raye Allen's remains from DNA and dental records.  

Jeff Savelkoul vowed to someday bring his brother Marine and best friend home.  When he came home from Vietnam he had to endure a lengthy recovery from his wounds.  Back in Minnesota he got married and started the rest of his life, but never forgot his friend.  He got it into his head to go to Bayfield, Wisconsin to see if he could visit Allen's mother.  He tried three times, making it to the driveway of the Allen home before turning around.  On the fourth attempt he stopped, knocked on the door and from then on he has become very close to the Allen family.  

The news of Lance Cpl. Merlin Raye Allen's "homecoming" was, as it must be, bittersweet for Savelkoul.  The memories return of friendship and the horrors of that day those long 46 years ago.  But he is going to be able to escort the remains and attend the burial ceremonies with the Allen family, sometime during this coming June.  I am sure that that will be both a hard and a very beautiful day.  The beauty of York Island out there in the vastness of Lake Superior, the warm, familial conversations and the sharing of stories, will help all who will be there to find the comforting closure they have sought for so long.  

Jeff Savelkoul said of his fellow Marines who died that day, "I, for some reason, was chosen to survive.  Now I carry on their memory."   I believe those  memories have a fine spokesman in Jeff Savelkoul.  Thank you for your service then, and now,  Marine.  Semper Fi!  Oooh Rah!

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