Kenneth Faubian

Served: 1970-1971

Deceased- August 1975

Comments: Was a close friend of Don Currie, after
he came home he couldn't put his life back
together, information on his death came from Don
Currie.
Let us not forget as he also was a brother to us all.
If you knew Kenneth Faubian and would
like to leave a comment, rememberence
or poem here: E-mail to Ralph Keiper at
rlkeiper@104thengineers.com  it will be
posted asap.
March 15, 2008

I received a phone call from Don Currie
today, he said that Kenneth & He met in
grade school in a "Rock Fight" they went
to High School together and were drafted
together, Once in Vietnam, Kenneth was
assigned to the 104th while Don was
assigned to the 79th Group, he later
transfered to the 104th where they bunked
together. Don said they even shared their
mail.
Just before going to Vietnam, Kenneth
bought a 1963 Corvette Stingray with a
427 block, he paid for that during the time
he spent in the service and came home to a
car that was paid in full, Don said about
two weeks after he was home, he wrapped
the car around a telephone pole so bad that
it took 3 wreckers to free it.
Don Curry said he was with Kenneth
Faubion when he bought the peace symbol
he is wearing around his neck, he bought it
from a local Vietnamese Vendor.
Kenneth 's Family

Father: Kenneth Frank (TEX) Faubion
(Deceased
Mother; Alva, Living in Copous Cove, Texas
Sister; Lynette
Brother; Jerry
Kenneth Faubion and Bruce Pulley

A dead soldier was facing God,
For lives will always pass;
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward, now
How shall I deal with you;
Have you always turned the other cheek,
To my bible always true?"

The soldier snapped to attention,
"No, Lord, I guess I aint;
It seems that we who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint."

"I've had to work most Sundays,
My work was always rough;
At times I have been violent,
Because the job was tough."

"But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep;
Though I worked a lot of overitme,
When my bills became to steep."

"I never passed a cry for help,
But often shook with fears,
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I have wept unmanly tears."

"I know I don't deserve a place,
Among these good folks here;
They never wanted me around,
Unless a war was near."

"But if you have room for me,
It need not be too grand;
I never had, or needed much,
Im sure you understand."

A silence fell around that throne,
Where saints had often trod;
The dead soldier, with baited breath,
Feared judgement from his God.

"Step forward now, U.S. soldier,
You've borne your burdens well;
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done you're time in hell."