Name: Richard Barry Trotter
Rank: Staff Sergeant / Specialist Six
Pay Grade: E6
Home of Record: Grand Island, NY
Birth Date: December 24, 1946
Religion: "Episcopal, Evangelical"
Death Date: September 26, 1968
Cause of Death: "ground casualty gun, small arms fire hostile";
Died in Kien Tuong at age 21
The body was recovered.
Dick Trotter's friend's or family sent him about 5 shirts saying MUDHOLE AC (Activitity Center). I think Lannie Stone, Borczynski (Ski) and a couple of others wore these proudly.
This picture was taken after Dick recovered from being burned by a white phosphorus grenade that blew up shortly after it was grabbed out of his hand by an over zealous Lt. The salt water had an effect on the grenade and many were recalled as a result.
For the record, Sgt. Hicks and Sgt. Williams were severely wounded the same day Bollman, Pruett, Borczynski, Hayes, and Trotter were Killed in Action.
Sgt. Deschenes was killed approximately 6 weeks later. I realize many more were wounded at that time and we'll figure it all out in time.
Dick Trotter was with Co. D. 6/31st third platoon. He was Rest in peace my brother and may God have mercy you and our other fallen brothers. Ray Heltzel Co. D. 6/31st. 3rd platoon. (L)Dick Trotter - Vietnamese Boy - Ron Brown - Denny Nester (background)
Rest in peace my brother and may God have mercy you and our other fallen brothers.
Ray Heltzel Co. D. 6/31st. 3rd platoon.
(L)Dick Trotter - Vietnamese Boy - Ron Brown - Denny Nester (background)
My name was Cathy Gaston when I grew up on Grand Island. I lived on the corner next door to Richard and his brother Gary Trotter. Richard was about 5 or 6 years older than me but he still would play hide and seek with all of us at night. Wonderful memories. Richard was always so nice to me, I think I used to think I would marry him.
When he came home on leave I remember seeing him in front of his house and him yelling my name and running over and hugging me. His father came over to our house when he was MIA. I remember seeing him walking across our backyard and asking for my mother Frances Gaston when I answered the back door. I was just turning sixteen so I remember the time vividly.
We all prayed and really believed they would find him and it was all a big mistake. About two days later I again remember Mr. Trotter coming to the door and telling all of us that Richard had been killed. It was a hard time and after the funeral we all went to their house. It was the closest I had ever been to anyone who had passed away. But all these years later I still think of him often.
I have visited the Wall in Washington D.C. two or three times and have a picture I took of his name. What is so amazing is when I developed the picture my reflection was in his name. I know that happens for everyone, but it was special to me.
Anyway I write all this to tell those who may read this and those who loved him that he was to the neighborhood what he was to those in Vietnam. He will always be remembered.