CHARLES H. DAVIS
Home Of Record:
CAMDEN
County:
Camden
Status:
Killed In Action
Rank:
PFC
Branch Of Service:
Army
Country Of Incident:
SVN
Date of Casualty:
January 12, 1969
Date of Birth:
April 12, 1947

 

Charles H. Davis was born on April 12, 1947, to Mabel and James Davis. He was the oldest of four children. He grew up in King George, VA, with his father. He loved to dance and enjoyed hunting and fishing. When he was 18, he moved to New Jersey to live with his mother. His home of record is Camden, NJ.

Davis served in the US Army. He attained the rank of Private First Class (PFC).

Davis was killed in action on January 12, 1969.

Sources: Various websites and NJVVMF.



MESSAGES LEFT ON THEWALL-USA (as of 2/28/09)

** Note that some of these messages are from years ago and their contact information may not be good anymore **

Cynthia Davis-Bumbrey
cindi_bumbrey@hotmail.com
(only) sister
PO BOX 1132
DAHLGREN, VA 22448 USA
A SPECIAL BROTHER
Charles was the oldest of four children born to Mabel (Pryor) (Davis) Kee and James H. Davis. He loved to play music on his base guitar, back then it was James Brown. Charles grew up in King George, VA with our father and my second oldest brother William Clinton Davis. They grew up together and shared many memories together. Charles loved to hunt and fish. He was a fantastic dancer as well. I and my younger brother Wayne lived in New Jersey with our mother, but as I became older Charles and I became very close. We would exchange letters diligently until he join us in New Jersey at the age of 18. I truely loved my brother and can still remember the day he left for Vietnam. We took him to the airport in Philadelphia and he was short .10 cent so I gave him that dime. I often wish I never did for that was the last time that I ever saw my brother face to face. Then came that dreaded day when I answered that door bell as I dressed for school that early morning in 1969. I will never forget the expression those military men had on their faces, nor will I forget my mother's reaction as I awoke her to tell her that they were there, for she already knew what I did not know, that my dear brother Charles had been killed in Vietnam. I still cherish his memory and will forever love and miss him. We spent very little time together growing up because of circumstances that we could not control, but I thank God everyday for what time we did share. If you should read this and spent anytime with my brother in Vietnam, please email me and share it with me. Thanks Cynthia
Sunday, May 28, 2000

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