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PAUL J. GOLEMBSKI
Home Of Record:
CAMDEN
County:
Camden
Status:
Killed In Action
Rank:
PFC
Branch Of Service:
Marines
Country Of Incident:
SVN
Date of Casualty:
July 02, 1967
Date of Birth:
October 12, 1947
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PAUL JOSEPH GOLEMBSKI
PFC - E2 - Marine Corps - Regular
Length of service 1 years
Casualty was on Jul 2, 1967
In QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM
HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
ARTILLERY, ROCKET, or MORTAR
Body was recovered
Panel 22E - Line 102
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Paul J. Golemski was born on October 12, 1947. His home of record is Camden,
NJ. He had one sister, Marlene.
He enlisted in the US Marine Crops where he attained the rank of Private
First Class (PFC). He was assigned to Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 9th
Marines.
Golemski was killed in action on July 2, 1967.
Information provided by Roger Liggon (veteran), thewall-usa.com and NJVVMF.
from dvrbs.com - PRIVATE FIRST CLASS PAUL JOSEPH
GOLEMBSKI was born in Camden NJ on October 12, 1947 to Mr. and Mrs. Sigmund
Golembski. The family lived at 517 Roberts Street in South Camden. His
father worked as a custodian at Pyne Point Junior High School in North
Camden.
Paul Golembski enlisted in the United States Marine Corps shortly after
graduating from Camden High School in June of 1966. After training as a
rifleman, he was sent to Vietnam.
Paul Golembski was killed in action by enemy artillery on July 2, 1967 in
Quang Tri province, Vietnam. He was survived by his parents, sisters Marlene
and Frances, and a brother, Edward.
Above from Phila Inq July 11, 1967
- Camden Courier-Post - July 21, 1967
‘Buddies’ Since School
City Marine Killed After Friend Leaves
They had been buddies since
grammar school in Camden.
After graduating from Camden High School, Paul J. Golembski of 517
Roberts Street joined the Marines. His friend Robert “Bud” Phillips had
enlist in 1963 in the Navy.
But the two friends kept in touch by letter.
THEN ABOUT three months ago they had a reunion in Vietnam, meeting in Da
Nang.
Paul was sent to Dang Ha. Wanting to be near his longtime friend, he
volunteered and was transferred to the Dang Ha naval support detachment
C/N Phillips was stationed.
They were based only a few miles apart and saw each other “every two to
three days.”
ON JUNE 18 they exchanged complaints of “tonsil trouble.”
Paul spoke hopefully of his scheduled seven days of “r&r” (rest and
relaxation” in Tokyo, starting in July.
Phillips prepared for a leave with his family at 54 Yale Avenue,
Gloucester Heights.
They never saw each other again.
Paul was killed later by artillery fire during action in the DMZ.
Phillips heard the news from Paul’s sister Marlene, whim he used to
date.
He is returning to Vietnam for another nine months tour of duty.
It won’t be the same without Paul to reminisce about happier days in
Camden
MESSAGES LEFT ON THEWALL-USA
** Note that some of these
messages are from years ago and their contact information may not be good
anymore **
Charles "Bud" Phillips
budphillips7@aol.com
His best friend
22737 Marsh Wren Dr.
Land O Lakes, Florida 34639 USA
THE REAL HERO
Paul and I grew up in Camden and were the best of friends. I joined the Navy
in 1964 and was on my first tour of duty in Danang when Paul got to visit me
for a few days of in-country R&R. After getting caught in an out of bounds
area, we were seperated and he was sent back to his unit while I was given
Captain's Mast. I never seen Paul again. I was sent home to attend my
brother's funeral when I got a call from Paul's sister Marlene, that he was
killed in action. I never felt so helpless than that moment when she called.
Now I had to attend two funerals, one my brother, the other my best friend.
I returned to my Unit in Vietnam and felt that I had a dept to pay. I
volunteered for special forces and was sent to Coronado, Ca. for Seal
training. As luck would have it, I was sent to Cua-Viet in the Northern most
part of South Vietnam, just a fet miles from where Paul was Killed. It was a
pleasure to tear up the enemy in that area. But, it never brought back my
friend. I got out of the Navy in 1970 with a disability from service
connected wounds. Somehow I feel like I am guilty because I wasn't there
with my best friend when he died. I was at home seeing his family and mine
while he was alone. Forgive me my friend, I will always Love you and pray
that we will meet again. Bud
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
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